Deep Strike: A Narrative of our Victory
Thanks to Stryker and Tron for hosting a copy of the run-on.

     In a detention cell on the Dungeon Ship Ravager, Jedi Master Ul`Theran swore by the Force itself that he would not be broken by the interrogation droids. He held steady to his intentions for all of three hours before the Commander of the Guard realized Ul`Theran would not submit to the interrogation droids.
     "Bring the prisoner to me," calmly ordered Master Blazer, and with his command, Ul`Theran was escorted by two Sovereign Protectors to a chamber where Master Blazer patiently waited. Just as soon as Ul`Theran was thrown into the chamber, the doors were sealed. "You will tell me the information I want to hear," stated Master Blazer, just as clearly and calmly as before.
     "Do what you must, but I assure you, I will not speak," replied the Jedi Master.
     "We shall see."
     Before even one standard hour had passed, Master Blazer had the information he wanted. Ul`Theran's lifeless body slammed hard to the floor.
     "Lord Khyron," Blazer addressed the Grand Master as he knelt before a holoprojector, "Ul`Theran was even more cooperative than you suggested he would be."
     Khyron rubbed his hands together and smiled, adding the finishing touches to his plans...

Background Information...

Master Ul`Theran of the Rebel High Command has been interrogated and killed by former OHC Blazer. Ul`Theran's interrogation resulted in the discovery of the location of the Rebel Platform Tranquility in the Greeop system. Grand Master Khyron has plans for that platform ...

The Greeop system is located near the edge of the Outer Rim, in a remote part of the New Republic, not far from the Unknown Regions, but also not far from the EH Territories (also located in the Outer Rim).

Topics...

1. Ul`Theran's deputy in the High Command, Colonel Dante Hathoot (a capable ground-pounder who has worked his way up through the ranks by consistent and dedicated, if not brilliant, service), is concerned that Ul`Theran has been missing for over a week. New Republic news sources have reported that Ul`Theran's diplomatic vessel, the Modified Frigate Tarango (bound from Coruscant to Chandrila, approximately 1/3 of the way to the Greeop system from Coruscant), never arrived at Chandrila. However, Col. Hathoot knows that the Tarango's true destination was the Greeop system. Col. Hathoot knows that the High Command has authorized considerable resources for some project at Greeop, but he does not know what that project is. A nearly direct course to Greeop would pass Bpfassh, Kashyyyk, and Chandrila in the Inner Rim; Yavin and Hoth in the Outer Rim. Hoth is located on the border of the Unknown Regions, far from the border of the Imperium. If the Tarango took a more direct course enroute from Yavin to Greeop, rather than the longer but safer route past Hoth, her course may have brought her perilously close to EH Territories ...

1.1 Chronicle the first leg of Colonel Dante Hathoot's search for Ul`Theran, from his attempt to requisition a sizeable search-and-rescue force (two MC-80 Cruisers, two Light Cruisers, three Nebulon-B Frigates, an Escort Carrier, two Strike Cruisers, two Carrack Light Cruisers, and ten Corvettes -- see Imperial ScanDoc message, posted to the Message Board on 8 Sep 98) to his discovery of a supply convoy (nine bulk Freighters, four escort Transports, and four escort Corvettes) under attack by pirates near Yavin.

1.2 Chronicle the second leg of Colonel Dante Hathoot's search for Ul`Theran, from his rescue of the supply convoy through his meeting with the secretive convoy commander, where he learns that the convoy is bound for Platform Tranquility in the Greeop system!

1.3 Chronicle the third leg of Colonel Dante Hathoot's search for Ul`Theran, from his decision to escort the supply convoy to Greeop to his arrival at Greeop with his entire Battle Group intact, but with moderate damage to the main drive of one Frigate. The supply convoy has by this time lost one of its escort Corvettes and all four escort Transports, and suffered heavy hull damage to one Freighter and heavy damage to the three remaining escort Corvettes.

2. Dark Brotherhood Sith Squadrons have been directed to train for an assault on Platform Tranquility. It is expected that one or two Sith Flight Groups will be assigned to destroy fixed perimeter defenses, such as minefields, while one or two other Flight Groups will be assigned to establish space superiority by destroying starfighter defenses. The platform will then be disabled.

2.1 You are free to generate your own plot for training for this phase of the assault on the PLT Tranquility.

3. Dark Brotherhood Obeliskian Brigades have been directed to train for an assault on Platform Tranquility. It is expected that an Assault Transport group will transport one or two Brigades to the PLT Tranquility, after the platform has been disabled. The assault team is expected to secure the platform control center and kill any enemy personnel that pose a threat to the assault team. Remaining enemy personnel will captured and held pending the Grand Master's pleasure.

3.1 You are free to generate your own plot for training for this phase of the assault on the PLT Tranquility.

4. Dark Brotherhood Krath Phyles have been directed to prepare for the interrogation and debriefing of surviving enemy personnel.

4.1 You are free to generate your own plot for training for this phase of the assault on the PLT Tranquility.

The run-on...

his is the first Hathoot topic.

KE Voranyen (Krath)/M:HRLD/Senryaku of Aquillas

Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to KE Voranyen, Thu Oct 08/98 03:24:16) 


      Colonel Hathoot sat in his quarters of the MC-80 Gossamer going over the status reports of the ships that made up the ForceCom task force.

      "Good, all is well," he thought to himself, "I jus hope Master Ul`Theran is also all right, but I just can`t but have a bad feeling about this."

      Hathoot`s comlink beeping interupted his thoughts. "What is it Captain?" the Colonel aksed."

      "Sir, we recieved a distress call from a supply convoy on its way to the Greeop system thats being attacked by pirates near Yavin. Should we assist or...."

      Hathoot interrupted "Captain we are on a very important mission and don`t have time to stop for every conflict.... wait. Captain did you say the Greeop system?"

      "Yes sir, " the Captain answered. "Captain radio the fleet and set course to intercept those pirates," Colonel Hathoot ordered, "I`m on my way to the bridge, Hathoot out."

Brothers and Sisters I will now attempt a humble submission to the Deep Strike Run On. Please excuse what will most likely be horrible grammar but hopefully an enjoybable addition. Naga Sadow Now has two submissions so take that Aquillas! :P

      "Rise my loyal servant." The amplified voice resonated throughout the high ceiling.

      SW Tron raised his head and stood. "My master has summoned, how may I do his bidding?" asked Tron in an almost ritualistic manner.

      "Ahhh Tron... I have never had cause to be displeased with your service. Your House on the other hand is still unproven. I was less than impressed with their performance in the last Rite of Supremacy." Only Trons` most powerful Jedi techniques were able to aid him in concealing the fear that crept through his bowels at the Grand Masters ominous tone. "You will redeem yourselves now.", stated Khyron matter of factly. Used to having orders obeyed without hesitation (not mention his wrath at failure, he seldom needed to issue commands in any other fashion. "Initiate Project Deep Strike Tron. You will shortly recieve you orders over an encrypted datalink. I warn you, Do NOT fail me."

      "As you command My Master" relpied the mighty Sith Warrior as he dropped again to his knees in a gesture of fealty. There he waited with eyes downcast until after seconds, the dim glow of the projection field faded.

      Immediately rising and turning towards his massive desk, "lights" he said. The computer responded instantly as always and he sat down in a massive nerf leather chair. for a moment he sat and considered what this could mean. It appeared Lord Khyron had a more important role planned for Naga Sadow in this mission that he had perhaps anticipated. The transmission had still not arrived but he knew that when The Grand Master said shorly, he meant it. To prepare for immediate action if neccessary, Tron decided it would be wise for his House command staff to be present. "Computer..." he said.

      "Active" came the familiar response.

      "Message. Recipients: Aedile Bob-Fett, Commander Ximeno, Sergeant Eagle Eye, Tetrarch Fu. Flash Priority" he stated, watching as the characters appeared on his display.

      "Ready" came the reply.

      "All command staff to my office immediately." after a 3 second pause, the default shifted back from dictation to command mode and Tron ordered, "send."

      "Sent" stated the metallic voice and as seconds ticked off, there was an incoming transmission light. Before he could open the channel and engage the decrytion subroutine, "Recieved. All recipients." came from the audio unit and he knew his staff would be there in moments.

      "Computer."

      "Active."

      "Open channel, recieve, route transmission to decrytion routine Tron/Sadow/X93221/Omega and then shunt directly to main holo display." stated Tron with anticipation. This could be just the break his house had awaited.

      "Working..." chimed the computer. moments later, as Tron walked to the Holo unit, it flared to life and Tron instantly recognized the Greoop System...

      "Well, well..." Tron muttered to himself. Reading the detailed mission instructions he began to smile. By the time the staff arrived, he was in such a god mood that he even let the Adeille knock instead of ordering them to enter as they arrived (Bob Fett always hated it when he "sensed" him outside the door).

      "Enter" he projected mentally after he heard the knock, and in strode his staff.

      As one they bowed and awaited his pleasure. Still entrance by the opportunity ensconced within the display, it took him a few moments to acknowledge them. When he did turn to them, it was only to motion to them silently to the display. They rose and joined him and began reading the mission directives for themselves. One by one, faces went slack with the audacity of the operation. Reading further, the commanders of the House Naga Sadow troops grew grins to rival that of their own master. As he looked around the circle, he noted the confidence in their eyes, the anticipation in their auras and he knew there would be no failure.

      As Commnader Ximeno looked up at him, he answered the question before it was even answered, "Yes Commander. Assemble the house in the main hall. The Grand Master has honored us and we will begin training for the Greoop assault immediately. Fu Shen, I want Krath volunteers for any empty spots in Ravana. Since you have served with Ravana Sqd already, you have just volunteered. We will need Krath in place and ready to move while the Jedi Apprentices are weak with fear from the taking of the station by Sgt Eagle Eye and the other Obeliskans involved.."

      "My Master honors me too greatly by allowing me to volunteer. Your Will is Mine." replied his Tetrarch and then he was gone.

      "Eagle Eye." Tron said turning to the Iron Fist Brigade Sergeant, "assist Ximeno and after the House is assembled, I will expect your rough battle plans as soon as I finish addressing the House. Now go. We have much to do."

      The two remaining commanders bowed and were gone in an instant. Only Aedile Bob-Fett remained and as Tron went back to his desk and resumed his seat they began to ensure the neccessary supplies would be on hand when it was time to join with the rest of the fighter group. No Rebel fighter would survive. This, he swore.

      Well, I hope yall like it. I know this was not on the same plot as the previous 2, but it seemed as if we could pick anyone we liked and I just didn`t have anything come to me for the Rebel/Pirate battle (all the rebels would die if I wrote that part... hehe). comments (good or bad) are welcome at my addy... -Now if I just didn`t screw up any tags- (crossing fingers) GRD Fu (Krath)/Naga Sadow, BZ

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to DJK Bob-Fett, Thu Oct 08/98 04:35:50)

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      The star streaked lines slowed and formed the natural formation of normal everyday stars as the New Republic strike force, known as ForceCom, exited hyperspace and engaged their sublight engines.

      The furious battle between pirates and a supply convoy, the latter being the one whom the strike force was here to assist. An ever vigillant, but always competent officer, colonel Hathoot had responded to their plea for assistance; not only because they were affiliated with the New Republic, but also because it was headed to the Greeop system where Master Ul'Theran was last reported.

      Being his(Ul'Theran) deputy in the High Command, it was his duty as a loyal command officer to watch over Ul'Theran's safety. In his own opinion, he'd failed. Master Ul'Theran was gone and he wasn't there to have even died for him.

      "Sir?," asked Captain Natoh, commander of the Mon Calamiri cruiser Gossamer, "Is everything ok? How do you wish to proceed?"

      The captain snapped Dante Hathoot out of his trance and brought him back to the here and now. His duty to Master Ul'Theran didn't matter at this time. What mattered was the safety of every New Republic citizen here and those on the supply convoy.

      "Its not as large a force as I'd gathered," said Dante. "Proceed at full speed towards their main cruiser. What is that, a Kaloth battle cruiser?"

      "Yes, sir." responded Natoh. "It has three squads strafing the four escort Corvettes, while a squad of R-41's are attempting to disable the nine freighters."

      "A Kaloth battle cruiser, huh?" said Dante. "It shouldn't be a match for the Gossamer and Liberty. What else is their fleet comprised of?"

      "Its a pretty shabby fleet," responded Natoh. "Mainly subsists of the Kaloth and four corvettes, plus one Loronar strike cruiser. It should be no problem for us."

      "Agreed," said Dante Hathoot, "Inform your all wing commanders to launch their squadrons and to engage the enemy. We can use that convoy to resupply ourselves in our mission."

      "Yes, Colonel." said Captain Natoh, but a quizzical expression took form on his face.

      "Something, Captain?" asked Dante.

      "Yes, sir," said Natoh, "beging your pardon, sir, but what exactly is our mission? You still haven't filled us in on that part. If we are to fight, we need to know what we are fighting for."

      "I'll tell you in all due time, captain," responded Dante. A look of utter fright filled his face. "However, if you need a reason to fight, then fight for the safety of the New Republic. If this mission we're on fails, then the entire New Republic could be destroyed."

      "Proximity alarm!" yelled the sensor officer from his crew pit. "We have new ships entering the arena. It looks like a CC-9600 Frigate, and a Liberator-class Cruiser."

      "Six more fighter squadrons." mumbled Colonel Hathoot. "Red Alert! All ships engage! We're not going to let them take the supply convoy. Capatin Natoh, have the two light cruisers Enigmatic and Redemption take the Kathol battle cruiser, the Gossamer and Liberty will take on the Liberator-class Cruiser."

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Finally...the run-on begins, I'm just upset my computers been down and I've only just now been able to add to it.

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Addition to the run-on started by GRD Fu

      The members of house Naga Sadow were slowly gathering in the main hall. One could have believed that it was just a part of daily routine since all was perfectly in order, only the low voices of the less experienced house members showed that there was a certain curiosity in the air.

      Tron was watching with satisfaction. Even the newest apprentices kept their discipline. Naga Sadow hadn`t been the best in the Right of Supremacy, but now the house had the chance to make a name for itself.

      His Aedile was standing beside him, crosschecking the list of needed supplies. "Everything will be ready in time," Bob- Fett said when he felt the eyes of his consul resting on him.

      Tron nodded slowly. He hadn`t expected otherwise. Meanwhile the hall was filled with his house members, they had taken their seats and were waiting for the things to come. Tron smiled to himself. There were many great things to come now, and they all would be there to see them...

      Consul Dragon stared at the holodisplay where the image of Grand Master Khyron had just faded. Slowly he got back on his feet, still in thoughts. So House Naga Sadow got the change to prove itself. Well, there was nothing against it, the Grand Master had decided. And the oders he got from Lord Khyron were very clear: Clan Aquillas would be watching over the whole operation, so in case House Naga Sadow shouldfail, there was someone to take over. And since this was a joint operation, Naga Sadow only being the leading part, the clan members would participate anyways.

      Dragon looked at the comm systems, seriously thinking about the fact that there would be Aquillas members who wished Naga Sadow would fail, hoping to gain more recognition for Aquillas, but that was something that could only bring problems. It was against the wishes of Lord Khyron that this operation turned into a house war. That the Grand Master had chosen Aquillas for the role of the watchdog was only a sign that he considered Dragon and his staff to be able to avoid any negative influence on Naga Sadow.

      "Computer," he said. He wanted to gather those who needed to be informed immediately.

      "Active," the comp responded, but with a rather strange voice. The comm systems had experienced small problems lately and were undergoing maintenance at the moment. He wasn`t quite comfortable with a computer voice that sounded like an Ewok, but at the moment this was no concern of his.

"I need the following people in my office immediately..." While Dragon was still giving the list to the comp, he realized that his proconsul, Jared, was already standing in front of the door. Well, only a sign how attentive Jared was when it came to important matters.

      "Come in," he invited him telepathically, and Jared opened the door. From the look on his face it was easy to say that he was all curiosity.

"Operation Deep Strike is getting ready to smack those rebels," Dragon said without even giving Jared a chance to show his respect. "And House Naga Sadow got the lead in it. Fortunately, we are second choice."

      Jared raised an eyebrow. He didn`t get that wrong. It was not to uncommon to give a promising house an opportunity like this, even when victory wasn`t achieved first time. "So, the Brotherhood is getting ready?" he asked just to say something.

      "We do." The consul went around his desk after sending the messages to the rest of the needed people. "We will inform our members about Deep Strike at once, but only a few of us are to know that, if Naga Sadow fails, we are to take the lead. This is all about cooperation, and if an Aquillas members tries to bring failure to Naga Sadow, it will in fact bring failure to us!"

      "I understand, my consul." Jared came closer. Dragon showed him the list of people he informed, and a small frown formed on Jared`s face. "The Head Sages of the Combat Academy?" Normally, Jared would not have wondered about this, but at the moment there were two Head Sages, or better, none at the moment, since it had to be decided first who of the two candidates would get the position.

      "If you worry about those two, do not forget that they have managed to cooperate before. I doubt that in a situation like this small differences will stop them from serving the clan."

      At that moment, Enegiza arrived, and with the Quaestor of the House Borealis came Zlar Kahn, the Aedile. They had been in a house intern conference at the moment they got the call. "Enter,"Dragon demanded and decided to wait for the rest of them to come. There was no need to say things twice.

Okay, that`s a little short, but I just wanted to make sure no one is faster this time :-)

Arania, who has a "father-used-the-comp-case" and has to fix all the errors now...

This is the next part of Arania Lawakiro's part: nearing the end of 1.1 and the next part, unless someone thing he/she should do something else, should start in bringing in 1.2 of the Run-On

      As Dragon, the Consul of the Aquillas Clan, along with his faithful Pro-Consul Jared went over the plans that would mark the events that would take Aquillas, and it's two houses into Operation Deep Strike. Even though the Aquillas would only follow behind, and take over if Naga Sadow failed.
      Dragon had already knew what the Grand Master's game was. It would be to test the ability and control that a clan had. It would test to see how Naga Sadow fought, and to see how Aquillas would act in following orders and not to "mess" up Naga Sadow's chance's at victory. There would also be another clan or house behind Aquillas, to test them. It was a perfect game to see how his followers were able to control their forces.
      As the leaders of Aquillas's houses left, Borealis: Enegiza and Z'lar Kahn; Senryaku: Yacko and Thrawn; and with Jared picking up the pieaces that he needed for his job, he too left. That just left Dragon and one other person in the room.
      Dragon got up, and walked over to a blue fire buring away in the middle of the room. While the room was full of high-tech equipment, it wasn't completly that. It was a mix of high-tech vs the powers of the Dark Side.
      "So, what do you think?" Dragon said, as he studied the dancing blue flames.
      "I think that you and Jared have done great, sir. You two do make a great team. I also know that Enegiza and Yacko will be able to control their houses in the operation." A voice said from the shadows.
      "Yes." Dragon said, and after many long seconds he turned to look at his loyal subject, who he was about to intrust one of the most important missions to. "Come out of the shadows. No one knows you are here, and no one could even detect you in the first place. Not unless they were more powerful them me."
      "You are quite right, my lord." Said the voice again. And stepping into the blue light, was Arckon Pal Dragon XX. Fromer Quaestor of Borealis, and current location unknown, he was one of the few men that Dragon trusted the most. It wasn't the fact that he didn't trust the rest of his followers, it was just..... just something else.
      "Sir, do not worry. I have been faithful to my word. I went out in search of those that killed both of our masters. I will have their locations soon, and we will have our revenge soon." Arckon said coldly.
      "Good. One more thing Arckon. On this mission, you will have to take one of each caste's newest member to the clan. I hope this will not be a problem." Dragon said as he sat down in front of the blue fire,and went staright into a trance.
      Arckon knowing what that meant, left, using the same way he came in. The shadows were a very peaceful place. Not many knew just how great they were, but then again, one of the Dark Side, that had enough angry within him to destroy a whole planet didn't know that many great places either for peace so he tolk what he could get.
      "Now, lets see." Arckon was saying to himself. "Deathblade, Sith. Wynston, Krath. And Dark Knight Obelisk. Now lets see how things go now. Lets see exactly how they go."

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to SW Arckon DragonXX, Sat Oct 10/98 03:23:41)

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Space. It's dark and tranquil appearance always seemed to sooth and calm Dante Hathoot's nerves. Just staring out at what had moments ago held numerous amounts of starfighters and capital ship, and now held open dark space with debris here and there, was quite a site. Dante had always enjoyed the stars. From as far back as he could remember, looking up at night and watching the small craft of freighters and cargo ships coming and going through as he watched the bright shining lights in the sky always inspired him and egged him on to a career amongst the stars.

He stood there silently in his office staring out at a star that was only familiar as the sun that once warmed him in the morning and during the day of his youth. Now it was quite a distance away both in the physical sense and in the sense of his past. He'd never be going home he knew, not at least until the Empire had left and the planet was free from its tyrany. A buzz from the office's main door broke his line of thought.

"Come," said Hathoot, not minding the interruption from a painful memory of his past. "What is it captain?"

"Sir," responded Natoh, "we've got our full casaulty report in." Natoh paused before he brought up the further news of the supply convoy commander's unexpected visit.

"Leave it on my desk, I'll look it over later," replied Dante. "Is there something else Derik?"

"Just one other matter, sir." came Derik Natoh's response. "The commanding officer of the supply convoy we saved is here to see you, sir. It appears, or so he says, that there is something you should know."

"Really?" was all Hathoot said as he turned his gaze from the stars to Natoh. "Send him in, I'd rather get this over with as quickly as possible."

It took only a few seconds for Natoh to leave the room and go inform the supply commander, who was in deep conversation with an old war buddy he'd recognized amongst the command officers, and bring him into Hathoot's office.

"Captain Gart Resin, allow me to introduce Colonel Dante Hathoot, the commanding officer of ForceCom and the battle group commander." said Natoh as he stepped up against Hathoot's desk and gestured toward him.

"Pleased to meet you Colonel, and let me personnaly thank you and your boys for saving our bacon back there," said Resin. "I was having serious doubts about our survival back there until you fellas showed up on the spot."

"Our pleasure to assist you." replied Hathoot, he paused he briefly scanned the casaulty report Natoh had moments ago set down on his desk. "It appears our entire Battle Group is intact, but with moderate damage to the main drive of one Frigate. Your supply convoy has lost one of its escort Corvettes and all four escort Transports, and suffered heavy hull damage to one Freighter and heavy damage to the three remaining escort Corvettes." Hathoot paused to let all of this sink in and for Resin to come to the conclusion of what Hathoot was planning.

"Where?" asked Hathoot as he continued his pre-planned speech. "Where that is were you heading to Captain Resin?" Hathoot knew of course already that Resin's main objective was somewhere within the Greeop system, the Platform Tranquility probably.

"Well," commented Resin, he paused as he put together his thoughts and tried to form a response that wouldn't let too much of his mission objectives slip out, "we were headed for the Greeop System on an Ultra Violet priority mission. Of course you know I can't give any further details on the mission, but I'd like to ask you pretty much the same question. What were you doing out here? There wasn't or aren't supposed to be any battle groups patrolling this sector of space."

"ForceCom," began Hathoot, "is on a special mission to locate an important individual for the New Republic. And now I'm about to change our mission and add a slight detour to it, I think you know where this is headign don't you?"

"Yes," replied Resin. "You'd like to escort us to our destined location, with all of our main ships hurting I really can't refuse can I?"

"No, you can't." responded Hathoot.

"Where?" asked Natoh, who up to this time had remained quiet throughout the entire conversation.

"Where is our final destination?" asked Resin. "Is that what you're wondering? Well can't keep it a secret if you guys are going to be escorting us, I guess." He paused and considered the consequences for revealing Ultra Violet priority mission orders. "We're headed for the Platform Tranquility. I hope you boys can get us there alright. Your perfomance here today was quite impressive, but if we go up against any Imperial ships, which we're bound to sooner or later, its going to get awhole lot uglier and harder."

"We'll see you safely to the Platform Tranquility, you have my word on it." responded Hathoot.

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Hope I didn't get things to linked together between 1.2 and 1.3, it was a little hard writing what was left of 1.2 without adding some (if not most) of 1.3 into it.

Well the Message Board was down, but even though I went to work for eight hours, I'm still able to post my next portion of the run-on that I wrote up last night and tried to post. I surely thought someone else would have posted by now! Oh well, all the more for me.

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Follow-up to SW Tron's Hathoot submission.

Follow-up to SW Tron's Hathoot submission.

Hmm... BTW, can this count as my SA required fiction? :P

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to Voranyen and SW Arckon DragonXX, Wed Oct 14/98 00:55:40 & Wed Oct 14/98 03:36:11)

Since House Naga Sadow and myself keep getting mentioned in the run on, a part I haven't even participated in(including myself that is), then I'm going to go ahead and try it out. Just hope it doesn't sound like House Naga Sadow is being made a key part to Operation Deep Strike with all of its publicity. It wasn't my idea, not that I'm complaining.

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"The Pirath System, are you certain?" asked House Naga Sadow's quaestor: Tron Dlarit-Sadow, Sith Warrior and last descendant of the ancient Dark Lord of the Sith: Naga Sadow.

"My source is very reliable, sir." replied Bob-Fett, Dark Jedi Knight and aedile to House Naga Sadow, second in power of the house and only answerable to Sith Warrior Tron and those above him.

"Hmm." said Tron as he mulled over the new information. "We hve been chosen to lead to play the first role in Operation: Deep Strike, Bob. If we fail, undoubtedly another house or clan will pick up where we left off, but it will mean disaster for our house. We will be mocked and scorned throughout the entire brotherhood. No one will wish to join a house that failed and couldn't even prove themselves.

"Gather sergeant Eagleye, commander Ximeno, and tetrarch Fu together and bring them before me. Its time to move forward with our plans, even with this new information."

"Yes my lord." answered Bob-Fett.

As Bob-Fett departed the chambers, Tron dimmed the lights and began his meditation. It would only take mere moments for his aedile to perform this simple of tasks, and it would only take Tron mere moments to create an entirely new, yet slightly modified battle plan.

The MC-80 class Mon Calamiri cruiser Gossamer streaked through the blue tunnel of hyperspace at an ever present defying speed. Colonel Hathoot however felt like he was traveling at half his normal speed. The pressures of this recent mission and the endless nights of no sleep were finally catching up to him. He'd of course been trained for missions where it required he stay awake for more than three days with no sleep and be ready and alert. But this mission was twenty times worse than the training, training which he'd done as a youth. He was well past his prime, though he still sported a shapely figure and was quite athletic.

Feeling as if he'd been hit by a hundred proton torpedoes, Dante Hathoot surrendered to the foe he'd fought for the duration of this mission. His eye sight began to fade and he fell into a blistful slumber.

The sound of an alarm immediately awoke him and also injured him as he jolted out of the bed and hit his head on the headrest. He fell back down on the bed, not unconscious but rather quite conscious, especially of all the pain throbbing in the back of his head.

He finally got to his feet and looked at his clock to see how long he'd actually been asleep and noticed it had been fourteen hours in all reality, though it only felt like he'd fallen asleep a second ago.

The pain had subsided, yet he was now hearing an irritating buzzing. Looking around he noticed that it was his alarm clock, the very thing that had woken him up from his deep sleep. He reached over his bed and shut the noise off. Now that he was fully awake, he decided a shower might just help get his morning started.

The turbolift doors parted and Hathoot exited on to the main bridge of the Gossamer. Captain Natoh was already at his post, that being in the captain's seat when the colonel wasn't present on the bridge.

"Ah, colonel." began Natoh. "Did you have a pleasant rest, sir?"

Hathoot waved his hand in an irritated fashion, as if he was trying to push the question out of the way and gave captain Natoh a "Don't even go there" stare.

Natoh took the hint and immediately exited the captain's chair, which Hathoot gladly accepted. Natoh knew that what he was about to say obviously couldn't have come at a worse time, but it had to be said.

"We're about to exit hyperspace, sir." he announced. "Any orders?"

"Raise shields, charge the weapons, and..." Hathoot paused as he gave Natoh a half-cocked grin, "look for anything Imperial."

Natoh noticed that the colonel was in a better mood than he'd expect him to be in, with his awful mood when he entered the bridge and all that is. Taking this as a moment of fortune for himself, Natoh decided not to ask anything else, lest he ruin the colonel's good mood.

"Master Ul'Theran and the Tarango were lasted spotted somewhere in this vicinity and I want to find them ASAP. I don't want to be in Imperial held space longer than I have to without a good sized fleet, we're pushing our luck as it is."

"Understood, sir." replied Natoh, "but our reports haven't shown any Imperial activity in this sector of the Pirath System for some time. Its nothing more than a mining colony system. There have been rumors of a new Bounty Hunter's Guild once being there, but nothing more than that."

"Wasn't one of the planets trying to gain membership into the New Republic at one time?" asked Hathoot.

"Yes," said Natoh, "the planet Hiran wanted to at one time, but allegiance was forced upon them by the Emperor's Hammer. A point of intrest though is that the Empire aloud the Hirani Parliment to continue ruling its planet and what else it controlled, even after they brutally slaughtered the Pirath Defense Force."

"Maybe we can strike a deal with whoever is running things on Hiran." said Hathoot, "Make a note of it for us to have a meeting with their parliment."

"Yes, sir." said Natoh, he paused as a young lieutenant brought him a report and he read it over. "It appears we will be exiting hyperspace in two minutes. Want to make some last minute wagers on what we'll see?"

Hathoot gave him a smirk like look and then turned his attention to the forward viewing window. The lights of hyperspace began to straighten out and then began to collalesce into single points as they took on the natural forms of stars.

"All fighters engage!" yelled commander Ximeno, Jedi Hunter and commander of House Naga Sadow's sith fighter squadron known as Ravana Squad.

The fighters raced feriously towards the Mon Cal cruiser and its escorts. Obviously Sith Warrior Tron's attempt at blocking their presence from the New Republic strike force was working after all. Ximeno had made a wager with one of his flight leaders, Dark Jedi Knight Pyxidium that it'd work, he'd be fifty credits richer if they pulled this attempt off.

Ravana Squad raced in close to the Mon Cal cruiser and opened fire with heavy bombs and lasers, only to hit its sheilds and knock them out. But that didn't matter, because it was only the flight one and two that had made that run, flight three was coming up behind them with their ion cannons blaring.

And then all hell broke out. It seemed they were visible, how they knew was beyond Ximeno. According to his quaestor they'd never know as long as the meditation ship wasn't attacked. The meditation ship was mainly the command ship of Naga Sadow's limited fleet of fighters they'd been able to scrounge together. It was know simply as the meditation ship and was nothing more than a bunch of old escape pods that had been welded together and given some advanced computers.

In its center was the meditation chamber, from which Sith Warrior Tron commanded his small force of dark jedi and oversaw the battle. Outside of that, no more than six feet wide, was a walkway that ran around the meditation chamber and had controls for the ships primary uses: flight, landing, and life-support.

If they were visible, then it must have been hit and Tron was no longer able to control his illusions. His meditation had been disrupted and he was in danger.

"All fighters break off your attacks," yelled Ximeno into his comm unit, "Quaestor Tron is in danger. All ships regroup and head for the meditation ship."

As Ximeno brought his fighter craft about he saw what had happened. It wasn't a planned attack, but a navigation officer's mistake on his exit. A Corellian Corvette had exited hyperspace ten clicks away from the rest of the strike force and had scraped along the side of the meditation ship and had caused severe damage to it. Ximeno's weak on-line sensors showed what he feared however. The outer walkway that encompassed the meditation chamber had been breached and opened to the vacuum of outer space.

After another glance at his readings he noticed that all life-signs were inside the meditation chamber. Tron must have felt the presence of the ship coming before it had exited hyperspace at the last second and had ushered everyone into his chamber. They were all safe, but there was no way to control the ship or do anything from in there.

It was upto Ximeno and his squad to take out that Corvette before it could inflict further damage, if not fatal destruction, to the meditation ship. "All fighters designate enemy corvette as your primary target and take it out before it does the same to our quaestor."

"What the hell was that?" yelled Hathoot. "Status report."

"Coming in now, sir." replied the damage control officer.

Natoh grabbed the datapad and read it over briefly so that he could summarize what was wrong with the ship for the colonel and not burden him with every minor report.

"It appears our shields are out for now, though repair teams are working on that at once and back-up shields have initialized. We have some protection, but not much. Forward guns on our starboard side have been ionized by enemy fire." said Natoh.

"It appears, captain," said Hathoot, "that some one just kicked our feet our from underneath us. Find out who they are and where they've gone. Its not like somebody to attack and then stop when they have their target wounded, now is it?"

"No, sir." replied Natoh. "Sensors have confirmed that they've broken off to attack the corvette Destiny. Looks like they saw your wildcard and decided to take it out before you could use it, sir."

"Crying out loud. What else could go wrong today?" asked Hathoot. "Wait a minute, don't answer that Natoh, I don't even want to know."

"Well here is something you want to know, sir." said Natoh. "Reports confirm that the Destiny collided with a ship of unknown origin on its exits from hyperspace. The ship looks like a bunch of escape pods thrown together to form a central base of some sort. A command ship perhaps?"

"Hmm, maybe." said Hathoot. "Launch all fighters to take on whoever it was that hit us and set an intercept course for this 'command ship' of theirs."

"Yes, sir." replied Natoh.

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When I get going its like a train going down a hill, I just can't seem to stop. Let's just see where this ends up and go from there...

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Good work, Stryker.

OKay, this is the after Tron's add-on to the Run-On!!

This is after SW DragonXX's part

And the plot thickens.

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to DJK Bob-Fett, Fri Oct 16/98 23:34:40)

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The snap, crackle, and pop of burnt out electrical systems as well as the smell of melting plastic was beginning to irritate Tron to an overall unbearable state.

They'd been stranded here for only a mere few minutes and escape was not a possibility. Sort of ironic, thought Tron, I can't escape and I'm in nothing more than a bunch of escape pods. That stray thought seemed to lighten his mood, yet it wouldn't keep the irritating sounds and smell away from his senses for long.

His Krath Phyle was aboard the Gossamer and hopefully was having better luck than the rest of House Naga Sadow. He was not alone on the command ship, however. One thing he knows is that one man can not defeat an army. So, he had what was left of the house's Krath members (a good number actually) escort him on the command ship and help with its maintenance and also with his meditations.

They obviously could do nothing with force, they all being apprentices and having no sense of the force to work with. They were merely force-sensitive, something entirely different than having a sense of the force. To have a sense of it would be to understand how it works and how to manipulate and control it. They had no such sense. To the Shadow Academy for them when we return., thought Tron.

He was still faced with his dilemna though, how does one get escape, when one is in a means of escape?. What a putrid word! He didn't even want to think of it. Pride cometh before a fall, thought Tron, thats the way of the Dark Jedi, is and always has been. Well, if he were not to escape, then he would just need a means to transfer to another command ship of better shape and defense.

"My leige," said one his Krath apprentices, "Our sensors show a new ship has come out of hiding. It seemed to have been cloaked somehow." The young pupil paused as he looked over new readings. "Another ship has left it and is heading on a course towards the Gossamer."

"Our replacement team has arrived? This soon?" said Tron with a frown of distaste. "What class is the first ship?"

"Its an Imperial Assualt Transport.," said the pupil. "The other is a..."

He broke off as Tron gave him a wave of dismissal and looked forward out what was supposed to be the main door to the meditation chamber. Tron began to think deeply on a strategy that not only would save him and his people but would also salvage the mission.

"Is our communication equipment operable?" he questioned. The young pupil looked over the damage readouts and shook his head. "Well then, I'll just have to do it the hard way." Tron frowned once again and then took up the meditation sitting position he always used. He reached out with his mind and found the target. A young man at the helm of the Assault Transport. He was actually stronger in the force than most of the Krath apprentices that Tron had around himself, yet he too (the pilot of the Assault Transport) was only an apprentice.

Though it would be the normal darksider thing to do and just take control of a target's mind, Tron used a simpler method and directed the youth to dock with the command ship. As the docking clamps from the assault transport clicked into place with one of the escape pods access entry ways and the doors opened, Tron could here what he only expected, an argument between the pilot and other members of the crew.

Tron was first to board the craft, he was wearing his great ancestors ceremonial robes and with his own complexion made quite the impression as he looked like a mirror image of his once great ancestor. He walked to the cockpit of the small craft and directed the Krath apprentices to board as well.

He could hear the argument better as he came closer to the cockpit, he could have heard it perfectly if he had wanted to just by enhancing his audio senses, but he chose not too. The words were not quite what he expected but nothing he could deal with none the less.

"I don't give a hell about Naga Sadow or any of its members!" yelled the voice of what could only be an angered dark jedi. "All I'm concerned with is me. Got that, me! If I can help Arckon pull this off, then not only is Clan Aquillas noticed, but so am I."

"Quite a pompous, though natural Dark Jedi, philosophy I'd say." said Tron from the door to the cockpit. "But one that will be dealt with by your superiors later. As of right now, I am taking this ship into the custody of House Naga Sadow for our mission."

"Like hell you are," said Deathblade, "your house failed. In fact in probably wouldn't have, but you failed them!"

"Deathblade, shut up!" yelled Wynston, "You don't even know who you're dealing with."

"Sure I do." replied Wynston. "A failure of an excuse that Grand Master Khyron appointed as not only Quaestor of House Naga Sadow, but also as a Sith Warrior. His failure here today is a disgrace to the Sith in all forms."

Tron's anger could no longer be held back. He lashed out his arm and struck the insolent whelp across the face, knocking him to the ground unconscious. "Please forgive my outburst." said Tron, "It must have been a bad reaction to the smell of burnt wiring."

Wynston and Dark Knight were just stunned and couldn't say anything as they just looked at the Sith Warrior standing there. "Yeah," mumbled Wynston, "must've been a bad reaction."

Well gentlemen, if you don't mind I'd like to take command of the ship." said Tron. "I'll pilot." He looked at the two stunned apprentices. "I am quite qualified I'll assure you. Is there a problem."

"No, no problem at all, sir." remarked Dark Knight as he hauled Wynston out of the pilot's seat.

"Very well then." replied Tron. "My Krath apprentices will stay in the rear section. It should be adequate since it is normally used for 12-24 Zero-G Stormtroopers. And," Tron gestured to the sleeping body on the floor, "do something with him. I'll leave punishment up to Consul Dragon, but we need him out of the way for now."

Tron took the pilot's seat at once and familiarized himself with its layout. Decoupling the ship from his once command ship, he brought The Shadow Fire about and locked a tractor beam onto the escape pod collection.

Now for phase two, thought Tron. I just hope our contact on the Gossamer is in place and ready.

"Yes, what is it?" asked Colonel Hathoot.

"Well, sir." said Natoh, "It appears that the assault transport has docked with what we had believed to have been the command ship. After docking it locked on a tractor beam and is now heading towards one of our Mon Calamiri Light Cruisers. I believe they intend to hurtle their derelict ship at the cruiser to cause sufferable damage, sir."

"And how would you go about countering their attack, captain?" asked Hathoot.

"Interception, sir." replied Natoh.

"Yes," said Hathoot, "thats exactly what their commander wants us to do. We, however will do no such thing..."

"But, sir," said Natoh, "The cruiser will take severe damage and will have to pull out."

"No," replied Hathoot, "Send one of our squads to intercept. He wants us to intercept so that he can hit the command ship of our fleet. I won't let him have the pleasure. He can't hit twelve fighters with just one shot. Send in the squad."

"Beging the Colonel's pardon," replied Natoh, "but we need all available squads where they're at. The enemy squad is putting up a good fight and we can't let the fighters leave without providing them cover, which will result in even more losses."

"Your opinion is noted captain." said Hathoot. "However, we won't need to sacrifice our fighters in any means. Lay down a continuous fire from our port and aft turbolaser batteries as we come about to block any chase the enemy squad wishes to give to our interception squad."

"I, understand, sir." said Natoh, "please forgive me of my ignorance."

"You're not is the bloody Imperial Navy, Natoh" said Hathoot, "Don't act like one of their minions."

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NOTE: Sith Warrior Tron's actions and the story above in no way are meant to downgrade Clan Aquillas or to demoralize their members.

I only followed up on the 'Deathblade' character as being a trouble maker because thats how SW Arckon Dragon XX portrayed him.

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Follow up to SW Tron's!

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to SW Arckon Pal Dragon XX, Sun Oct 18/98 03:24:46)

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A Jedi, and not just any Jedi, was standing next to Colonel Dante Hathoot. The individual had his lightsaber out and extended and was in a typical Dark Jedi mood, angry and frustrated. There comes a time in a person's life when he must decide whether to be heroic and save the day, with the odd chance of dying being the outcome. And yet, today was not one of those days.

He was well concealed down below under the hangover of the observation deck of the bridge, directly underneath Colonel Hathoot and the Dark Jedi now. He had been out in the open just moments ago, but was off to the rear of the ship to oversee the capture of the intruder when he heard the attack and the Dark Jedi's question directed at Hathoot.

Captain Natoh was many things, but heroic and dumb as a combination he was not. Manually opening the lower bridge doors, so as not to give away his position he quietly snuck off of the bridge, leaving the fool Hathoot to his doom.

He traversed the network of hallways of the Gossamer until he came to the Engineering section where the intruders were last reported. It would have been wise for someone like himself to call a security detail to back up his authority but it would only mean more lives being lost.

As he approached the door to Aft Shield Control, he ran into what could only be described as overwhelming odds. Now, Natoh was anything but a coward, in fact on many occasions he'd displayed heroism for the Imperial Navy time after time. He wasn't afraid of running into the crowd of Dark Jedi, but to not see him leading the attack was a surprise.

"Ah, Captain Natoh," said Bob-Fett, aedile of House Naga Sadow, "so good to see you again. And what a pleasure to see that Sith Warrior Dragon XX didn't make mince meat of you. He does get a little agitated when he's so close to his target and obstacles get in his way."

"So I noticed." replied Natoh, "You know how I abhor blood shed."

"Yes," replied Bob-Fett," especially your own."

Natoh could only but nod in agreement with Bob-Fett's comment. "So, where is he? I'd expected that he would have wanted to lead the attack himself."

"If you are referring to my liege, Sith Warrior Tron," said Bob-Fett, "then you are gravely mistaken about his sanity. He doesn't think it becoming of a quaestor to run fool-hardly into the mouth of danger."

"Then you must have an entirely different quaestor." said Natoh, "I'm referring to Tron Dlarit-Sadow."

"The same." was all Bob-Fett needed to say in response, he knew where this conversation was going and could play it out well.

"That can not be." stated Natoh, "The Tron Dlarit-Sadow I knew was always running head first into battle. He strived to be the first to gain whatever prize was at stake, he was always drawing first blood, and he never let anyone best him at anything."

"Then you've been away on assignment for far too long, captain." said Bob-Fett, "Tron has changed, and for the better. He actually takes the matters of life and the lives of others into consideration before he does such acts as you previously stated. He is not the same man you once knew."

"No, he isn't." said Natoh. "If he is not on this ship, then where...that flying piece of garbage your Dark Jedi used as a command ship! He was on that wasn't he? And now he's flying on a collision course intending to hurtle it at one of the rebel's cruisers with a tractor beam from that old assault transport! He's braver than I thought."

"He was onboard it yes." said Bob-Fett, "As to his known whereabouts as of now, I could not tell you since my team has been in a communications black out ever since we boarded this ship."

"Hmm." said Natoh, "Well, my mission here is over if Arckon Dragon XX is to kill Hathoot. So I'll be in need of a ride back to the Ubiqtorate Head Quarters so that I can report in to the Supreme Director."

"I have no inkling as to what Arckon's desires for Hathoot's fate are, but I can provide you a ride 'home' as it is, if you can order your security teams to different sections that will enable us to have a clear path to our ship. We didn't succeed in getting the information we needed but can always salvage it from whatever is left of this ship's rubble and debris once Ravana Squadron is through with it."

The group of Krath Jedi and Captain Natoh departed at once and headed in the direction of their ship. Natoh contacted his security teams to search the now vacant area in which the group of Dark Jedi had previously been. That should keep them occupied for awhile and off our tails, thought Natoh.

The group reached the ship and sealed the temporary airlock that the Dark Jedi had created when they first boarded the Gossamer. Bob-Fett was in quite the aggitated mood since he had failed his master and was only preoccupied with flying the ship and getting to Tron's assistance.

"What information were you looking for?" asked Natoh.

"Just some specific files that could have helped the Emperor's Hammer claim the Minos Cluster that much faster and easier." said Bob-Fett.

"Something like these." asked Natoh as he offered over a datapad with a handful of data cards.

"Whats on these data cards?" asked Bob-Fett, but he already knew before Natoh could answer, slamming one of the cards into its respective slot in the datapad, he scrolled through the information as his eyes lit up. "This...this is exactly some of the stuff we were after. Do the other cards..." He broke off as his excitement overtook his emotions.

"Yes," said Natoh, "its all there. I pulled the information once I knew that we were under attack by Dark Jedi. Hathoot didn't even notice, or didn't show any signs of noticing."

The ship raced on, trying to catch up with The Shadow Fire as fast as it could.

On the bridge of the Gossamer something else was about to take place, something between Colonel Dante Hathoot: commander of ForceCom and attaché to Master Ul'Theran, and between Sith Warrior Arckon Dragon XX: former Quaestor of House Borleas of Aquillas...

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Alright I've set it up perfectly. Dragon XX you can take off with your story on the Gossamer's bridge and somebody else can write about me (SW Tron) and somebody can write about Bob-Fet and Capatin Natoh in their ship.

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

tries no to look to foolish, with very little success
Ahem. My apologies...Must be my I-do-it-all-wrong-month :-)
Here's the readable version... I am under some time restraints, therefore this is another short part, but no, I am not sick, and the next one, so I ever get to it, will most likely be longer.

Deep Strike - Run on, Hathoot Topic (Follow up to SW Tron)

      On the border to the New Republic territories, a whole fleet was waiting in a dark nebula. The fleet was made of ships of all clans and houses in the Dark Brotherhood. The moment for action hadn't yet come, but the tension grew with every hour, increased by the fact that only a few knew all the details about the operation. But a stranger would not have realized anything of this, discipline was high among the crews. Not everyone liked being so close to jedi of other clans or houses, of course, but since in most cases there was no direct contact among them, things stayed calm. They all had a common goal they planned to achieve by all means.

      DJK Shark was on a patrol flight not far from the nebula. He was in a rather easy mood, there were no reports of any Republic forces close enough to cause problems. And though there had been some times he hated patrol flights due to their boringness, at the moment he considered everything better than to sit and wait.

      It must have been more than two hours when he first saw the reflection on the sensor screen. With his thoughts not completely on the task, it took him a few seconds to realize that there was another ship out there.

      There were no other patrols on this side of the nebula, so whatever was there could pose a threat to the operation. Shark turned his Tie around and headed for the object. It was indeed a ship, he saw as he came closer. A small shuttle, and there was almost no energy output, although it was on a course leading out of the nebula. When his Tie came close enough, he could see the damage to the shuttle's hull. Strange that this thing was still flying. Most likely there was no one alive inside.

The jedi hesitated for a moment, but then he reached out with the force, just to prove to himself that no one was in there. To his big surprise, he thouched another mind, weak but oviously alive. He felt fear, sorrow and surprise. And there was one name in the other person's mind: Ul`Theran.

      While Shark was attempting to understand what this could mean, the energy output of the shuttle increased rapidly. Shark was caught off guard by the discovery that this shuttle had weapons powers it was not supposed to have. As the laser blast came, he managed to manouver his fighter out of the worst, but his Tie was hit and spun around, completely out of control. His comm systems were still working, though. While drifting out of firing range of his opponent, he sent a message back to the fleet. And he knew one thing for sure: never again he would underestimate a possible enemy.

      When Deathblade came to, he didn't know where exactly he was. Slowly his memory came back, and he looked around. Obviously he was in the same room with all the apprentices of Tron. He didn't like that. Nor did he like it that his fellow clan members backed of from Tron that easily. He would not allow this to be forgotten.

      When he saw that no one paid attention to him, he pretended not to be interested in the others as well, and begun to think about something to prevent him looking like a fool...

      "What are you planning, Sir?" Dark Knight was pretty sure what Tron was planning, but he wanted to be absolutely sure.

      But Tron only smiled, a vicious smile that Dark Knight had seen before in the face of his Consul. "You know what we are doing," this smile said. So Dark Knight didn't bother to disturb Tron any further.

      Meanwhile they were close to the target Tron had chosen. The Shadow Fire was in the right position for the little manouver Tron had in mind. The Mon Calamari Light Cruiser was already damaged, and a collision with what once had been Naga Sadow's command ship would certainly prove fatal.

      Of course, someone like Hathoot would think twice about how to react. But the distraction he caused and the elimination of one ship was still worth it. Tron watched the Destiny explode, and he also had the certain feeling that everything was going as planned on the Gossamar.

   Though The Shadow Fire had been pretty close the the destroyed cruiser, SW Tron managed to manouver around the derbries in a speed only an experienced pilot and jedi could. The ship they were on was old, and sometimes it seemed as if the ship was reacting to slow for the pilot, as if Tron's thouhts were pushing it along. And neither Dark Night nor Wynston would have doubted when Tron had told him that it was in fact true.

      "Sir, there are fighters heading in our direction," Wynston reported.
    

  "I am aware," Tron responded. He had felt their presence ever since they showed up behind the debris.

      "They are only four," Wynston continued, then realizing that this was something Tron had certainly sensed as well.

      "They are no match for us," Tron stated with the certainty only someone powerful as him could have. "If you want to learn something, watch out now!"

The final section of my addition to the run on. Yeah, it's been really broken down into a lot of pieces, but in general it's not that long...

2.1 You are free to generate your own plot for training for this phase of the assault on the PLT Tranquility. (Sith)

Deep Strike Run-On: ACO/LT Roger Topic

Follow up to Arina`s post, and I have somethings which I hope will close this whole thing up!

Space wasn`t still today. Laser beam after laster beam laced the darkness of space, with only the multi-colors of stars in the background. Far away, cloaked with more then just a cloaking device, a small craft watched the battle. Everything was going to plan, as it always did. The Grand Master turned to look at the assembled members that were now all grinning. He turned to look at the GMRG Commander, and Obilesk High Commander, and smiled. "Imp22, and ShadowXX, is everything in place?"

ShadowXX and Imp22 just smiled. The Grand Master turned to and sent out a message to SW Tron. And then a message to SW Arckon. Both recived the message and knew now what to do. Not only that, but the CON Dragon of Clan Aquillas was getting his forces ready. As was the rest of the DB, but only for their parts of the battle, and at their respected time. He already felt something going on back at New Imperial City, but as always, he was ready for it, and members of the DB were there. They didn`t quite know why, but they would very soon. Things always work out for the Dark Side of the Force!

SW Tron felt it. He knew what it meant. He had done what the Grand Master wanted, and the Clan Aquillas would be joinning them soon. They had done actually what the GM wanted, and they had played to his turn, and now they would be released to do the rest. His force would now take out this small fleet, while Aquillas`s forces took out the enemy`s back-up and hopful counter-attack fleet, which should be coming out any sec-... There they are. Right on time, and ther is Aquillas`s forces attacking them now. The enemy back-up fleet was made up of the ships that were left behind to protect the platfrom Tranquility. Now the platfrom was open for attack for the GMRG and every single member of the Obilesk that wasn`t in the GMRG, with back up from the Sith, and Krath from the other houses and clans. Of course the plan was for the Sith to make an attack first, and disable it, and then Obliesk following, with Krath following behind them. Each clan would take enjoyment in it, with everyone playing their part. The Naga Sadow and Aquillas`s Krath and Sith have already taken care of their part. Now other clans would be taking care of their own parts. It was amazing how the GM planned something to the prefection!

SW Arckon knew what he was to do now. He grabbed Hathoot and pulled him over to a sensor read-out. There was a shuttle, and on board it, was the very person that Hathoot was here looking for. With a pair of TIE Fighters following behind. And The Shadow Fire right in front of it. It was going to be beautiful. Well, at least beautiful for Arckon and every other Dark Jedi watching!

DJK Shark and his wingmate followed the shuttle out far, and were now ready to take it out. He had to be picked up, and take anothe TIE, but he was out here now, and with the help of the Dark Jedi on board the Assault Transport would take the shuttle out, with whatever was on board it. He saw a Zero-G Space Trooper lauch from the Assault Transport, and float out at the Shuttle. Whowever that was, Shark just hoped that they knew what they were doing!

Deathblade was in the Zero-G armor, and he wanted to no longer look like a fool. He knew that if he killed the Light Jedi Master on the Shuttle, and he would have all of the glory that he could, and then some! He just needed to get close to the shuttl...

Tron saw Deathblade leave the Transport, and waited. He waited till the shuttle fired upon him, and then released all of the weapons on the Shadow Fire. The shuttle was destroyed in an instance. He instructed Wnsyton to get to the Tractor controls and reil in Deathblade, so they could patch him up. Things just kept looking good. The two TIEs that were following the shuttle flew past the Shadow Fire and joined the battle.

Hathoot screamed out in pain. "NOOOOOOOO!!" He collasped to the ground, and started to cry.

"Thank you Hathoot. That is all I need. Now I am going to join my fellow Dark Jedi, and watch your lousey training platfrom die with everyone on-board!" Arckon, with all of the information that he needed, left the disgusted Hathoot on the floor.

Hathoot, saw a blaster laying only a foot away from him, and saw that Arckon`s back was to him. He grabed at it, and aimmed. He never even saw the bomb that Arckon had left on near him.

Boarded the very vessel that he had used to get on-board, and departed the collasping Crusier. He knew Hathoot would grab for that blaster, which was why he had left the bomb there. It was a very nice going-away gift, if there every was one!

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic/Prelude to 2.1 (follow-on to SW Arckon Pal Dragon XX, Tue Oct 20/98 21:12:26)

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What was once a beautiful Mon Calamiri cruiser, with brown and white paint making up a camoflague look, was now nothing more than a blackened and pock-marked hull of a ship. The New Republic Navy Cruiser, Gossamer, had gone under alot in its time, but this was the mother of all.

Lieutenant Parral was on the bridge organizing the command personnel and getting things back in order as they tried to make last minute preparations and repairs to the Gossamer.

It had been a hideous site to behold that last battle. He`d just come up to the bridge to make a report to Colonel Hathoot when he heard the explosion. He hadn`t known where on the bridge it had come from, but after his nausea from seeing all of the dead bodies had passed, he saw the location of the explosion...Colonel Hathoot. He rushed to his CO`s side at once and lifted him up into his arms and to Sickbay.

The doctor`s prognosis hadn`t been good, but when Colonel Hathoot came to, he ordered young lieutenant Rarip Parral to take command and retreat to the Platform Tranquility. It wasn`t until Colonel Hathoot had come out of his second bacta treatment on the way back to the Platform that he divulged what Arckon Pal Dragon XX had told him...about their plans to take Tranquility.

As soon as they exited hyperspace, the first thing the acting captain had done was to inform Tranquility and the Admiral Ackbar`s office of the upcoming attack, and to report casualties and fatalities. Admiral Ackbar took the communication from his office aide and at once informed the young lieutenant to take command until colonel Hathoot was back on his feet or until another commodore could arrive, he also gave a field promotion to Parral to the rank of Captain.

Parral told Ackbar of the battle. He told him how one of the Light Cruisers had suffered extensive damage to its engines when the enemy used a tractor beam to slingshot a collection of escape pods into its aft section. He told him of how a numerous amount of enemy fighters showed up on the spot as their reinforcements from Tranquility arrived. He then told him of the condition of the fleet: MC-80 Gossamer was beat up but could still deliver quite a punch, MC-80 Liberty was in better condition since it hadn`t seen as much action, the light cruiser Enigmatic had been abandonded in the retreat from the Pirath System since its engines were toast, and the other light cruiser known as the Redemption was in as good of shape as the Liberty.

All ships of what had once been a portion of the Third Fleet and was now ForceCom were all back at the platform Tranquility, minus the Enigmatic. So they had a total of: two MC-80 Cruisers, one Light Cruiser, three Nebulon-B Frigates, an Escort Carrier, two Strike Cruisers, two Carrack Light Cruisers, and ten Corvettes (one of the Corvettes being moderately damaged from its brush with the escape pod collection when it exited hyperspace and its battle with Ravana Squadron).

Now all that was left for Rarip Parral was to pull this fleet together under his command and save the platform Tranquility, at least until Colonel Hathoot returned to duty...if he did...his bacta treatment was going slow.

Sadow Palace, located on the planet Sif in the Phare system, the home to House Naga Sadow. It had been his governor`s mansion when he was the Planetary Governor, now he was a Quaestor of a new breed of Dark Jedi and had not completed his mission. Lord Khyron ,Grand Master of the Brotherhood of Dark Jedi was due anyday now and would debrief him on how his house performed, as well as give them instructions for the second phase...assault on the platform Tranquility.

Dark Jedi Knight Bob-Fett entered the room with his new born son in his arms, the child was sleeping and so Bob-Fett took it as a good time to bring the news to Sith Warrior Tron.

"My liege," said Bob-Fett in a soft whisper, "Lord Khyron`s shuttle approaches. Should not we be there to greet him?"

"No," said Tron, "I will greet him, you will take care of your son." Tron dismissed him with a wave of his hand and just sank deeper into his replica of Palpatine`s throne room chair. He knew he hadn`t lived up to the Grand Master`s expectations and just hoped he wouldn`t lose his head for it.

He walked out to the landing platform and let the wind whip at his back and throw his cape sideways in the stiff breeze. The shuttle made a picture-perfect landing, done by the book. As it settled down on its landing legs and let out its coolant gases, the boarding ramp descended and a dark cloaked figure walked down.

Tron felt a lump in his throat form as he could only imagine the worst of worst outcomes. The individual, however, only laughed softly at Tron`s fear. He through back his hood and gave Tron a good slap on the back as his laughter grew louder.

"Don`t look so frightened Tron." said Lord Stryker, the Lord Chamberlain of the Brotherhood. "I`m not here to take off your head, nor am I here to remove you as Quaestor. Rather, you`ve served the Brotherhood well. Not many Quaestors last this long and not many make it this far without losing their heads."

"No, my friend, I`m here to give you some other news. It appears Hathoot fell for our little trick of making him think that Ul`Theran was dead on that shuttle that exploded." said Stryker, he noticed a look of astonishment on Tron`s face. "You thought Ul`Theran was on that shuttle too?" Stryker could only shake his head and laugh, "No, he, that is Ul`Theran, met his end sometime ago, back when Master Blazer interrogated him. He couldn`t make it past the thirty-eighth hour of interrogation, not many have."

"But back to why I`m here." said Stryker, "Hathoot, according to Sith Warrior Dragon XX, is dead from a bomb he left behind for the colonel. ForceCom has however regrouped at Tranquility and will make it a little harder to get in. They`ve also deployed a mine field around the perimeter. I know you`re sith squadron is good, but we`re going to call on some veterans for this one."

"House Ektrosis!" exclaimed Tron.

"Your insights serve you well." said Stryker, "Yes, we intend to use them. Though a new house, they`ve all or most all been around for sometime and know how to handle matters of this order. Your house will stand down for now and will focus on planning the battle plans for your Obelisk Brigade. By the way, whats it called and who is your sergeant?"

"Their called the Iron Fist Brigade," said Tron, "and their commander is a well distinguished sergeant who had quite an extensive career with the Hammer`s Fist, so he`s up to the job of taking command of some ground pounders, his name is Eagleye. He is a Dark Jedi Knight and actually the founder of the Iron Fist Brigade."

"Good," said Stryker, "you`ll need someone like that for storming a platform. Of course your`s won`t be the only brigade, but you will share in a portion of capturing it.So until you are called upon to release your hounds, prepare your brigade and sit tight."

"Yes, Lord Stryker." said Tron

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No I`m not brown-nosing by including Stryker in the run-on. Just thought he should get mentioned somehow, and besides why would Khyron leave Eos to come talk to me?

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Ok, before I take my leave for good, here's something to prevent me from feeling to lazy. This is as well a follow on to the Sith topic of Acolyte Roger, as I felt it fits together well...

4. Dark Brotherhood Krath Phyles have been directed to prepare for the interrogation and debriefing of surviving enemy personnel.

           4.1 You are free to generate your own plot for training for this phase of the assault on the PLT Tranquility.

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Deep Strike Run-On: House Naga Sadow Obelisk prepare, Topic 3.1

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The lights flickered once again, just as they had for the last three dreary hours aboard this garbage scow of a ship its captain called a freighter. Eagleye had been on many missions for the Brotherhood, he'd even done alot for the Hammer's Fist during his time with them, but never once had he been subjected to travel to an Obelisk meeting onboard a ship that was about to fall apart at the seams.

A Dark Jedi Knight and sergeant of the Iron Fists Brigade, Eagleye was one of thirteen obelisk members onboard this piece of trash. I take that back, its not a garbage scow, thought Eagleye, it should be halled away as garbage! His anger and temperament towards the captain of this was not sitting well, not well at all.

But with funds be diverted towards building up the Emperor's Hammer's boarder patrols because of increased New Republic activity, he couldn't blame this condition on Sith Warrior Tron or any of his financial advisors. The ship seemed space worthy from the outside, the only problem was its maintenance was kept up on the inside. The captain of the vessel had three astromech droids and several other droids holding this ship together and patching it up when ever something broke, all the while during the trip.

If it weren't for Sephiroth, his second in command for the brigade, with his little interjections here and there he'd probably go mad from this entire trip.

"Your anger is seeping out and affecting the others again," said Sephiroth, "Its not a bad thing, but you shouldn't be so upset. We've only been on this barge for five hours max and only have about four more left in our journey. Do you get space sick or is it something else thats bothering you?"

"I don't know," said Eagleye, "its this entire Deep Strike thing. I just got a bad feeling, like some of us aren't going to make it back."

"In war," said Sephiroth, "there are always casualties. You should know that, you were with the Hammer's Fist for crying outloud. Besides TIE pilots, Stormtroopers take the second most amount of losses within the Imperial forces."

"Yeah," said Eagleye, "but this is different."

"How so?" asked Sephiroth.

"We're Jedi," replied Eagleye, "and not just any Jedi, we're Dark Jedi. We should be better than your top of the line Stormtrooper."

"True," said Sephiroth, "but remember that just because we're Dark Jedi, that doesn't make us invulnerable or immortal. We're just as susseptible to dying from a blaster bolt as the next guy, especially if the enemy is equipped with ysalamiri."

"And," continued Sephiroth, "don't let such thinking cloud your judgements. Remember, our own quaestor's ancestor(Naga Sadow) thought that the Sith could defeat their enemies, not only because of surprise, but also becaue they were the Sith...or in lamen terms, Dark Jedi. And don't forget the Sith War, that little bout with the Bpfassh, and then there was..."

"I get the picture thank you very much." said Eagleye, "Its just that, when you oversee so many people and then one dies, you feel as if you didn't train them enough and that its your fault they're dead."

"Don't think that way," warned Sephiroth, "that way only leads to self loathing and despair. If they die, they failed to live up to your measures, you didn't fail them."

The freighter landed in docking port twelve and the brigade belonging to House Naga Sadow departed. They began to take into account that they had no idea where in the galaxy they were. A stout little droid approached and began conversing with Sergeant Eagleye and was getting exasperated at the droid's inconsistent ability to answer his questions without saying "restricted information."

"Hey sarge," bellowed Guardian Viett, "got any idea where we are or whats going on."

"Just hold up a minute," said Eagleye, "this bot is being stubborn."

"I am not being stubborn, sir." replied the droid, "You are asking for classified information that I cannot supply to you. Please be assured that Obelisk High Commander Imp22 and the Shadow XX, the Commander of the Guard, will reveal everything in due time."

"You want me to pop him?" asked Acolyte Cro'ec.

"No," replied Eagleye, "just pipe down kids. Alright droid lead us to the OHC and COG."

"Certainly, sir, just follow me." replied the droid.

"Obelisk brethern, esteemed members of the Dark Council," began Imp22, "I've called all of you here today because..."

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Sombody else explain why all of the Obelisk were summoned to a secret location for their training/preparation for the assault on the Platform Tranquility.

P.S. - I had Imp22 mention that some "esteemed members of the Dark Council" were present, not all of the Dark Council is there...but some are...keep that in mind.

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SW Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Well now you know were I am so please save me and the operation.
Run on 2.1 sort of.


Deep Strike Run-On: Roger Subtopic, followon to JH Arania Lawakiro Wed Oct 21/98 02:43:01


Roger slowly came to as the sun shone on his face. The first things that he noticed was that his hands and feet were tied and that the room smelled of wood-smoke, the air had that particular taste of a room heated up with a woodstove. As he slowly opened his eye`s blinking against the bright light of the sun shining in through the window, he saw that he was in a room where the wall`s were made of wood, an iron-stove stood beside the door and in the far corner a large linens cabinet, the room had all the feeling of a hunting lodge from his youth. As he looked out of the window he saw a stunning view, the sun sparkled on the snow covered peeks surrounding the valley and melting water was racing down the steep cliff-side`s in cascading waterfall`s to disappear into the autumn coloured Birch forest in the valley below. Outside the lodge a wide stream was opening up into a large pool before turning into a small rapid again running towards the large lake in the valley below. Heather and small bushes covered the ground and small twisted arctic birches was scattered in grove`s along the stream. I know this place, it is my fishing lodge! How dare they! He felt like exploding and started to direct the anger to contort out of his bindings. It was then that He made the disheartening discovery. He could not access the force, nothing, Ysallamiri`s they got Ysallamiri`s. Venting his anger Roger started to swear a long and not very flattering string of obscenities in general and about rebels in particular.

The door opened and the girl poked in her smiling head, eyes glittering with mischief "Nice place isn`t it?"

Roger`s face took on a purplish hue and he bared his teeth in a snarl. "MY LODGE! YOU KEEP ME IN MY OWN LODGE, YOU , YOU" … Still smiling the girl went over to him and pushed him down on the bed once more. "Yes but of course they`d never look for you here, now would they?" Still muttering curses under his breath Roger had to admit that she was probably right. He studied the girl who stood before him, of middle height in her late teens ore early twenties, a firm jaw and a petite nose, grey somewhat slanted eyes and a dark brown hair that was sparkling red in the sun. She was dressed in a grey jump-suit and brown boots a lightsaber clipped to her belt. I know her Roger thought. "Have we met before?"

"O yes, can`t remember?" Roger shook his head. "Let me give you a hint then, first time was in Procopia on the Moff`s birthday party. You were kind to a young girl whom everybody else pointedly ignored. We danced an old court dance, the menuett."

"You!" Roger remembered the event, it was six months after Endor and he had been assigned to the Shapani Sector Fleet. For his social skills and his background he had been assigned to charm the local Tapani nobility and to try and ferret out a rebel spy group.

"Ah, Lady Aliara Pelagia, You have grown since we last saw each other. Now I remember were I saw that tattoo before, it`s your family crest is it not?"

"Good boy, the goatee is rather becoming Monseigneur Charles d.." Roger brusquely cut her of and in a flat icy voice said "He is dead, do not remind me, do not ever speak that name again. I am Kaarl Roger Lieutenant in the Emperors Hammer TIE corps, nothing more."

"I think more much more but we will come to that later, want some fish soup? I made it out of a recipe I found in the kitchen, it`s lovely."

"I know, I made it." Roger said sullenly. "How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied behind my back?"

"If your a nice boy and behave I will let you use one arm. Wiiren fetch a bowl of soup and some bread for our host, will you?"

"Coming right up Lady." Moments later a rebel commando came in with a tray and put it on the night table beside the bed. The aroma of the steaming soup filled the room and Roger felt how hungry he was.

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"16 hours or so," she said as she cuffed his right hand to the bed.

Roger started eating and Aliara sat down at the other end of the bed.

"Father liked you, you know, he said that there was a core of goodness in you, a natural decency." Roger raised an eyebrow wondering were this new line of conversation was leading.

"My brothers hated you and all imp`s but father approved of you. I think that he liked the idea of our two houses joining. "

"I liked the old man myself. He was a true nobleman and a man of honour, I enjoyed our fishing trips together." Roger smiled at the memory.

"He said there was good in you and I believed him, join us, leave the dark path and join Me." The spoon stopped in mid air and Roger slowly put it back in the bowl as he stared out the window towards the distant peaks. Sighing deeply he turned towards her and smiled a sad smile.

"Once that was possibly true if not your rebel friends had started their attacks putting the hole Sector up in flames when they did and if I had stayed longer with you, but now … It is too late now my lady, you don`t know the power of the dark side nor it`s glory."

"Vader was turned at the end, it was not to late for him."

"Ha, ha, ha Vader was a weak fool and besides he started out as a light Jedi. I have not." Roger said with more conviction then he felt. Was she right? Emotions long forgotten started to well up inside him, troubled he quickly put them away. Aliara shot up eyes blazing and said in a low menacing voice

"Then you will pay for your crimes and my brother`s murder will be avenged."

"That was a fair fight, he tried to kill me. Besides, with a hate like that you should join us Lady Aliara. Feel the power of the dark side let your anger flow." Aliara paled and left the room slamming the door behind her.

The rebel commando chuckled "Heh, you really set her off didn`t you, are you finished with the food?"

"Yes, you can take it away, I seem to have lost my appetite anyway. Can I have one of my cigars they`re in my tunic."

"Sure but first put on the cuffs properly here are the key." Roger did as he was told, no point in arguing with a blaster. The rebel gave him his cigars and an ashtray. As he was about to leave Roger asked him.

"Can you put on some music, it`s behind the panel next to you, put on the Reingold by Wagner please."

"Ok." As the first feint bars of the opera was heard Roger was left alone and he lost him self in the music.


Aliara was in a state of confusion, Damn him, she hated him for making her feel like this. She calmed herself, there is no anger there is peace. Well she had touched him of that she was certain his eyes had betrayed him. They had been full of despair and longing or was she reading in her own feelings? She went over to the large open fireplace looking at a collection of old photos. One showed a family scene the people dressed in the high court dress of his home planet. Full wig`s, knee length breeches and coats richly embodied in gold and dotted with gemstones. She could pick him out instantly even thou the young boy in the photo was only about 10 years old. Other photos showed him at the side of Vader or other high imperial dignitaries, one even showed him kneeling before the Emperor receiving a medal of some sort. Even only a photo of the late Emperor made her shiver, she almost missed a small framed photo hidden behind the others. It was a photo of them both, she almost dropped it. Why had he saved that? The sound of a lovely song was coming out of his room, she stepped up to the door and peeked in, Roger was standing at the open window slowly rocking to the music. Then the music changed becoming dark and frightening and Roger started to sing quietly to him self.

"Der Welt Erbe gewänn` ich zu eigen durch dich?" (She started to translate the words) The world`s wealth I could win for mine through you? If I cannot extort love. Then by cunning can I attain pleasure? Mock on, then! The Nibelung nears your toy.

"Bangt euch noch nicht?" Are you still not afraid? Then coquet in the dark. Brood of the waters! I will put out your light. Wrench the gold from the rock, forge the ring of revenge: for hear me, ye waves: thus do I curse love!

Roger had not noticed that Aliara had entered the room and was startled to see her standing like frozen in the doorway holding a photo in her hand.

"Tell me that you don`t mean that? Please tell me that you don`t."

Roger stood erect and proud, eyes glowing with an inner fire letting the dark music flow threw him. He looked into her eyes saying, "You know I do, you know."

Outside the sun disappeared behind a dark blue-grey cloud and an icy gust of wind rattled the windows and swept through the room, bringing with it the promise of snow.

''BOW'' Here is one more pice on the run on.

[Popa Hades contribution to the run-on]

The brilliant blue fire danced along the rocky terrain, another day upon Desalmado was coming to a quiet end. With the setting sun, came darkness. With darkness came death.
Sith Battlelord Hades sat in solitude on the steps up Arx Crystali. Evening Services were being held in the Krath Chaplain. Hades never saw much in praising unproven gods of the Darkside. He had nothing against it, however the idea had always seemed a waste to him. So there he sat, puffing slowly at his pipe, enjoying what the sunset. He liked to enjoy the ballet of conflagration, watching every aspect. Tonight, however, would not be so typical occasion. Leave was being cut short for some operation, just another pull towards power in an eternal tug-of-war game between two equal opponents.
"It never ends," he softly said to himself. Taking another puff on the old wooden pipe, he watched the horizon again. Concentration on one of his favorite past times was useless this eve. So there he sat, cloak spread across the steps, body hunkered over more than usual. Death was in the air.
Hades sank slowly into the depths of his own psyche before being pushed to the surface by the pounding of heavy boots on the marble floor. Normally the presence man would have shaken him, but this was not a normal night. The click clack came to halt at the top of the steps.
"It's time Colonel," calm a deep voice from behind him. Hades took his first concentrated look at the horizon, this evening, hoping it was not the last. He tapped the pipe weed from his pipe. Watching the ash burst in small black explosions upon the marble steps, soon the wind picked them up and tossed them away like the decomposed bones of long dead soldiers, left in the field of battle by their comrades to rot.
"Time indeed, Lieutenant," he said slowly rising to his feet, "time indeed."

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As the three A-9b Vigilance Interceptors zoomed skywards, their was excited comm traffic between Captain Binagran and Lieutenant Stryker, who had played courier for two Tauians on leave. The Squadron was being called back in haste for some operation into Greeop or some other Rebel held system.
"So, Stryker, what are we doing anyway?" asked Binagran.
"What and ruin the surprise?" replied Stryker with sarcastically mocking tone, "Actually I don't know a lot. Undo and Pluty were running around like mice in search of cheese when I left. It's something big, and it has to do with some Light Jedi."
"Stryker you used to be a better liar. What is the Dark Council saying?" asked Hades.
"Well," the sarcasm gone from his voice, and only the voice of Dark Jedi Master there, "I can't really say, it's big though, and a lot is going to be riding on us, but the briefing will tell all. Take a nap in Hyperspace. Your going to need it when we hit the whirlwind on the Avenger.

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The warning buzzer went off for the five-minute warning. Hyperspace exit was coming up. A couple shakes of his head, and Hades was alert. With pseudo motion of starlines returning to stars, they had arrived about five clicks from the Avenger. Traffic control rushed them into a quick taxi to the docking bay. No sooner then the rush of air, purged the dead air from the cockpit, had a deck officer been clamoring, or trying to, over the whines of TIE engines, and electrical sounds of servodrivers and fushioncutters relentlessly forging the teeth of war. Battle was definitely coming.
"Sirs, please follow me," said a small wiry Warrant Officer, "the flight briefing is in 15 minutes." With that said the Warrant Officer started hurrying towards a lift, he seemed to get agitated when the three Tauians walked at more leisurely pace. In the lift they had time to communicate again.
"You don't look to happy, Hades," said Stryker.
"Nah, I'm just tired. I could have used the break though," he replied.
"Heh, I think we all could have," said Stryker.
"Speak for yourself, you know I'm addicted to the cockpit." Binagran jumped he said with a laugh.
The doors opened into a gray hallway. The warrant officer once again started walking at a hurried pace. When the door opened to the Briefing room the three pilots worked there way to the back where they met the rest of their squad mates.
"Where's the boss man?" asked Binagran.
"He's on the briefing team," replied Colonel Shadow.
"Oh, this should be amusing," said Hades, as a couple chuckles arose.
Two minutes later Attention was called and Rear Admiral Undo, Lieutenant Colonel Pluty, and Colonel Kaerner entered the briefing room in file.
"Gentlemen, we are going to be conducting a capture operation of this base," at Rear Admiral Undo's command the base was magnified. "Platform Tranquility is a Rebel Held base, and also the new home the Light Jedi Training Academy. Grand Master Khyron has ordered it to be captured and to abduct the Light Jedi Commander. In this mission Dark Brotherhood Sith Squadrons will be providing back up if neeeded, they will be arriving later tonight. I will now turn the briefing over to, Lieutenant Colonel Pluty."
The Wing Commander stepped to the podium and cleared his throat. "The actual capture operation of the Platform will be given by Colonel Kaerner, that briefing is also solely for Tau Squadron. Wing I of the Avenger will have a separate duty. We will be conducting security operations. Nothing must allow the failure of this mission, or the escape of the Light Jedi."
"First priority will be this group here," Pluty paused as the holoprojector refocused on a new group. "Taskforce Alpha Wolf consists of a Calamari Cruiser, two Light Calamari Cruisers, and several Carrack Cruisers, Frigates and Gunships. This Task Force could very easily reach the Platform in time before it's capture. Therefore the Imperial Star Destroyer Subjugator, with Slayer, Wraith and Storm Squadrons will be sent to destroy this group. Your full briefing is in your data packs."
"Rage, Butcher and Stalker Squadrons," Pluty continued, "will be attacking this convoy. The convoy is en route to the Tranquility. Several Assault Frigates and Gunships escort it. This group is to be destroyed as well. Your full briefing is, as well, in your data packs. Colonel Kaerner, the briefing is yours."
"Thank you Lieutenant Colonel," spoke the Tau Commander, his blonde hair and tanned face seemed out of place in a Pilot and more realistic as some model thirteen year old girls gawk at and hang pictures of on their walls. With a nervous tension the Colonel began, "Tau Squadron, will be leading the attack on the Tranquility. We will not, however, be using the A-9b. Flight I will be flying the TIE Defender and charged with attacking the fighter defense and disabling the Platform. Flight II will be flying the Assault Gunboat in a mine clearing and cover role. Flight II will be used as Backup in case anything slips past our other attacks. Your full briefing is in your data packs. That is all gentlemen, you're dismissed for chow, after that I suggest you all get some sleep. Final roll call will be at oh six hundred tomorrow."

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The twelve pilots had nestled down in their alcove of the mess hall.
"Boss man, you didn't do too bad up there. Surprising for dumb fighter jock like yourself," said Major Jupiter. The usual needling of the Commander was once again about to start.
"Well thank you, Jupiter, I'll take that as a compliment compared to your own, well mediocre speaking skills," replied Kaerner.
"Well, chaulk on up for the Commander. I think Hades was less the hopeful about your briefing when he first learned you were doing it," said Colonel Shadow
"Oh, really," said Kaerner. Hades sat and looked at his sausages, picked his napkin from his lap and wiped his lower lip, and returning it to his lap. At the ame time giving his flight leader an elbow to the gut.
"Silent, but effective," said Pappy. "Jupe give me your jello."
"Why?" asked the Flight Leader.
"Because I said so."
"Not again," said Captain Lacey.
"Why can't you give me your jello for once?" asked Jupiter.
"Because I like jello, now give me your jello." Said Pappy. With that Colonel Hades grunted and picked up his jello cup and flicked it into the middle of the table. Pappy grabbed it quickly and feeling contented began to eat in silence.
"Alright Hades, why you so gloomy, we're going to be killing Rebels tomorrow," said Kaerner with a grin.
"Well, I was fine sleeping in a nice big bed, enjoying my lagers, smoking my pipe weed, and just relaxing. Now I get here and I find out I got to fly a pig fighter, shooting mines," Hades sighed and looked up at one of the passing female tech ops. A small smile cracked his face and said, "Well things could be worse."
Colonel Kaerner turned around when he notice Hades, and the opposite side of the table track the movements of something with their eyes. "Well, new personnel, nice, very nice."
"Kaerner, you know you miss a lot of the beauty if you don't look above the shoulders," said Stryker.
Another Tau gathering was drawing to a close. The constant needling and gawking was all too typical. However it was mostly just a masquerade to hide the real emotions. Fear, aggression, malice, vengeance, a maelstrom of hatred, what makes a fighter pilot a fighter pilot. Hades looked around the table at his squad mates. He noticed the dark circles around all their eyes, the puffy ness around them from too many nights of less then perfect sleep. The eyes reveal much more then this though. They reveal the coldness, the coldness of a cold mind, and a cold heart. The metamorphosis from person to pilot. From a thinking, emotional being; into a lifeless part of an age old war machine, heartless, unemotional, with only the will to survive.
The storm was about to break, once again the forces of darkness would call upon them, this motley collection of pilots, to once again, do battle with the forces of the Light. Tonight would be another sleepless night, and another day at the gates of hell.

Colonel Synjin Erebor Hades: Sith Battlelord
FM/COL Hades/Tau-2-3/SSD Avenger [Knight]
GOE/GS/SSx3/BSx5/PCx4/ISMx3/MoT-2rh-4gh/MoI/MoC-B/OA-2E
SBL (Sith)/PCON/Clan Satal Keto SC/WR-PMx2/DC-KC-O-C/LSG/LSG
{IWATS} {IWATS-IIC}

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic 1.4 follow up to my last post on the Hathoot topic.

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The door chime buzzed yet again for the third time, still no response. Very disturbing, very disturbing indeed for a young lieutenant-commander who had only recently had been given the field promotion and made first officer.

Tapping his security override code into the doors control panel, lieutenant-commander Rarip Parral stood back as the door whooshed! up into its recess.

"Colonel?" asked Rarip, the room was dark and a lone figure could be made out sitting in a chair looking out at the stars. "Sir, we have some news about Master Ul'Theran."

The Colonel gave no response, but lifted his hand and placed it palm up. Rarip stepped forward and placed his datacard in Hathoot's empty hand and then stepped back. "Thank you, Commander. That will be all." said Hathoot with a raspy voice.

Rarip left the room and it returned to utter darkness now that the light from the hallway was cut off from the closed door. Moments later as Hathoot placed the datacard into a datapad on his desk the room lit up with an indigo glow.

Hathoot stared at the display and read it over time and again. The destination would be straight into the hands of the enemy. If Master Ul'Theran hadn't died on that shuttle that Dragon XX had showed him, if he was still alive, it would be near impossible to rescue him. Either way Dante Hathoot, once a proud and noble colonel in the New Republic Navy, had failed and there was nothing left for him. He'd failed at the Pirath System, he'd failed with not reading into Natoh's plans from the start, and he'd still not rescued or found Master Ul'Theran.

He shut off the datapad and set it back on his desk. The room was once again dark, lit only by the light of the stars that made it through the small viewports. He bowed his head, as if in defeat, and reached over to the intercom and fingered it on.

"Commander," said Hathoot, his voice cracky and very low. "Set course for the Karana system, we're going after Ul'Theran. The Karana system was where the Dugeon Ship Ravager was last reported."

"Yes, sir." came Parral's voice, quiet and low as if he knew what was to come and why Hathoot had to go. The Karana system was the closest to both the Minos Cluster and the Greeop system. According to the latest report from NRI, Ul'Theran's ship was going through that system on his way to the Greeop system. They knew it would be dangerous passing through, but there were rumors that a Rebel fleet that went into total communications silence during Palpatine's rule, was patroling the system.

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Well the story line with Colonel Dante Hathoot was so popular amongst the troops that when it quit, it seems so did their intrest in OperationDeep Strike. Thus enters SBM Tron reviving the story of Colonel Dante Hathoot's search for Jedi Master Ul'Theran.

The Rebel fleet mentioned in the last paragraph is supposed to be a mystery fleet that disappeared after they went to full communications blackout. That fleet is "The Infiltrator Wing" or it is now, the NR's records have been changed to show this information.

Master Blazer actually discovered the Karana system, what better a place to have him and the Dungeon Ship Ravager located at. For more information on the Karana System, go to: http://members.aol.com/sarumanxv/karana.htm or go to: http://members.aol.com/sarumanxv/eh.htm and scroll down to the Karana System and get a brief description of the system.

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SBM Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Follow up to SBM Tron- Hathoot topic 1.4

The Mon Calamari MC80 star cruiser Gossamer came out of hyperspace along with what was left of the once powerful ForceCom Strike team.

"Lt., what have you got for me?" Colonel Hathoot asked from the command chair on the bridge. Hathoot had regained his second wind, he had a job to do and no matter how beat up physically or mentally he owed it to his superior and friend, Master Ul'Theran, to do everything in his power to rescue him if he was still in fact alive.

"Sir, we have entered the Karana system near the planet Sahare," Lt. Parral answered also with a renewed energy, " long range scanners have picked upd a Mon Calamari MC90 star cruiser and many smaller craft. Sir, could that be the missing Rebel fleet?"

"I'm afraid it is. I was hoping to avoid them, but the way things are going I knew we would run into them so I have a plan. Any sign of the Dungeon ship Ravager?" the Colonel asked.

"No sign of it anywhere," Lt. Parral answered.

"Sir, incoming message," the communications officer bellowed.

"On speaker," Hathoot ordered.

"Unidentified craft, this is Lt. Crispin of the Infiltrator Wing Elite, stand down and identify yourself or prepare to be destroyed," the voice over the speaker ordered.

"Lt., have the fleet go to red alert. Attack positions people," Hathoot ordered.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Colonel Dante Hathoot thought to himself.

There now I can show I face around the palace again :P

DJK Bob-Fett(Krath)/AED/Naga Sadow SC(SoA)/WR

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic 1.4 follow up to DJK Bob-fett's post on the Hathoot topic.

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Onboard the bridge of the MC-90 Bismarck, Echelon Marshal Maestro paced back and forth. At present he was face to face with a big decision, engage the New Republic fleet or make up a story. Being the warrior he was fighting would be his choice, but he was vastly outnumbered. The Infiltrator Wing had been broken up for different missions within the Minos Cluster, leaving the Task Force I behind to defend their headquarters on the platform Destrier. He'd been left with a good collection of capital ships, enough to deal with pirates and what not, but not enough to take on a well armed and equipped New Republic fleet like the one before him now.

All in all he had the MC-90 Bismarck, Assault Frigate Alemene, Frigate Exeter, Gunship Centurion, Gunship Scorpion, Gunship Bellum, Corvette Vanquish, and the platform's main guard ships the Corvette Scythe, Corvette Akron, and Corvette Kraken.

Whereas the enemy had two MC-80 Cruisers, two Light Cruisers, three Nebulon-B Frigates, an Escort Carrier, two Strike Cruisers, two Carrack Light Cruisers, and ten Corvettes. Maestro was left with one option, bluff the enemy.

"Lieutenant," said Maestro from his command chair, addressing the communications officer, "open up hailing frequencies again and lets see what we can do."

"Yes, sir." replied the young lieutenant.

"Attention Rebel Alliance fleet, please identify yourselves." said Maestro trying to get into character as a Rebel Alliance Commodore who has been out of communication for the last three years.

"This is the commander of ForceCom attached to the New Republic Third fleet," came back a brisk reply. "Who may I ask are we talking with?"

"This is Commodore Dresil of the Rebel Alliance's Fifth Battle fleet." said Maestro using the old Rebel Alliance Commodore's name, the same commodore that the Infiltrator Wing had captured and tortured to the point of death when the Fifth Battle fleet had been discovered by the then new Infiltrator Wing and a portion of the Emperor's Hammer. "And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with? As well as what is this New Republic and ForceCom? Those names don't sound familiar to me."

There was a pause. Their probably checking out my story to see if there ever was a Commodore Dresil in the Rebel Alliance, thought Maestro. Finally after a few moments the click of transmission being restored from their end could barely but audibly be heard over the speakers.

"This is Colonel Dante Hathoot," came that same ominous voice over the speakers. "I beleive Commodore that we have alot of catching up to do with you. For one, we are no longer the Rebel Alliance, we won against the Empire. The Emperor is dead and a New Republic has been made to take the place of government. Allow me to come over and we can discuss matters as well as get you and your crews up-to-date on current events."

Now it was Maestro's turn to pause and think. Signaling for his communications officer to turn down the pick-up volume, but not to let the enemy know that they couldn't listen in, he gave a second signal to turn on the shipwide public announcement system.

"Attention all hands," he began, "in order to keep up the guise that we are old Rebel Alliance members who have been in communications silence for the last three years, you will be required to put on the old outfits of that time period. This is not a request but an order, we can't let the enemy know the truth at this time. Maestro out."

Maestro signaled to turn the pick-up back to normal and then addressed Hathoot. "We would be more than honored to have you come aboard Colonel. Of course you can understand that we are a little more than hesitant to allow you to come aboard though. We have been in a state of communications silence for the last three years and are a little uncertain about how to handle what some of my command officers feel could be an Imperial trap."

"I understand how you and your officers feel Commodore," said Hathoot. "But rest assured this is no trap. To ease your conscience on making such a big decision, I'll transmit a command code, one known only by the commanding officer of Alliance and New Republic vessels. It hasn't changed and probably never will. It will, however, prove to you who we are."

"Very well this sounds...acceptable." said Maestro, "Transmit the code and then plan on coming over in say...oh...three hours...it should take us that long to decipher the code, wouldn't you say."

"Oh...at the least." replied Hathoot. "In three hours then."

After many hours of laborous discussions and learning things he already knew about the acursed New Republic, Maestro was about ready to throw in the towel and just shoot Hathoot here and now, but it wouldn't be right to set such an impatient example around his officers.

"So, you're looking for this... Jedi Master... Ul'Theran, and your trail lead you here?" asked Maestro.

"Yes," replied Hathoot, "Intel reports indicate that his ship disappeared in the Greeop system, however, we have sources that have told us about his being captured and brought to this system. We don't know which planet but will check it out none the less. How did you and your fleet come to be here."

"Its a rather long story," began Maestro, "but to make a long story short: We were two months into our comm silence and silent strike phase that Alliance High Command had sent us on. They felt that if we weren't in communication with them that the Imperial spy network wouldn't be able to predict our attacks or find us. We've been doing these silent strikes against the Empire and have been doing so for the last three years."

"But," started Hathoot, "didn't you think three years was a little long to be out of communication with the real world. You didn't think to check in with High Command or any Alliance contacts to find out whats been happening?"

"Colonel," said Maestro, "you have to understand that we knew the consequences of going into comm silence. We knew, however, that if we continued our attacks, that if the Alliance had been destroyed or not that we were still doing what we believed in, destroying the Empire. We actually have been waiting all this time for High Command to contact us."

"Strange," was all Hathoot could mutter as he began to think about what it must have been like to not know what in the galaxy was going on around and still fight the Empire. "Well, back to why we're here. We need to find Master Ul'Theran's ship the Modified Frigate Tarango. You haven't come across any ship with that name or specs have you?"

"I'm afraid not Colonel." said Maestro with the best poker face he could manage. "The last modified frigate we came across was on the fringes of the Minos Cluster and its name was the Harper. I wish you luck in finding your master's ship. But it seems we can't join you in your quest. Its time for my crew and myself to go home, to coruscant, or wherever their families are. We just need to rest and take it ease for awhile. We'll be heading towards Coruscant within the next few hours. I hope you find Ul'Theran, and may the force be with you."

The two men stood up from the table they'd been sitting at and shook hands. Hathoot left the small confrence room and headed towards the hangar bay where his shuttle was waiting for him.

"This is Marshal Maestro," he said into his small comlink, "prepare to make a short jump out of system on my mark. Once sensors confirm that Hathoot's fleet has likewise jumped out of system, take us back."

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Ok...no this hasn't changed to a run-on about the Infiltrator Wing its just involving them since thats where Colonel Dante Hathoot was headed.

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SBM Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic 1.4 follow up to my last post on the Hathoot topic, Thu Nov 12/98 10:40:13.

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"Recon teams report negative on their search in the Lyarna system, sir." reported lieutenant-commander Parral.

"Hmm, recall all recon vessels." ordered Hathoot. "I doubt we'll find it in any of these other systems. Which ones are left by the way?"

"We have the Aurora system, which has not been explored. We have the Heir system." Parral paused as he looked down the list. "Many of the ones left are known Imperial systems, but much hasn't been heard out of them in quite sometime."

"We need to narrow down our search parameters." said Hathoot, "But how?" Thats the question I need to solve."

       At about that time the fleet began to feel the first affects of flying through an asteroid field while at lightspeed. It started off as small micro-meteorites struck the hull, much like the sound of sand against the hull of a vessel on a desert planet or rain on a window. It soon picked up to thumps! as larger pieces began to collide with the ships. And soon all of the ships were pulled out of hyperspace by the natuarl gravity well of an exclusively large asteroid half the size of a moon.

       The fleet lurched as their engines strained against the pull of the asteroid and were effortless in moving away at lightspeed. A few unlucky ships took on some of the larger asteroids head on, before they could raise their shields.

"Inform all captains to shut down their hyperdrives if they haven't already done so." shouted Hathoot over the emergency alarms. "We'll be stranded here if our engines burn up. Set a course out of the asteroid belt."

"Sir," reported Parral, "we've lost the Corvette Hercules and the Carrack cruiser Stargazer."

       The ships limped away from the asteroid belt at sublight speed, effecting repairs all the while. They hadn't had it this bad when they went up against those pirates or the dark jedi. As they cleared the fringe of the belt, they took up a reasonable pace and went about issuing repairs, recieving casualties reports, and consulting their nav computers, which should have noticed the asteroid belt.

"Where are we?" asked Hathoot, impatient to find Master Ul'Theran and to get away from these acursed asteroid at the very least.

"Long range sensors are still off-line, sir." reported Parral, "But here is something interesting."

"Well?" asked Hathoot, "What is it man, spit it out?"

"It appears there is a high concentration of metal alloys in the asteroid belt, sir..."

"Yes, yes." said Hathoot more impatient and irritated than before, "What is it thats interesting?"

"Well, sir." began Parral again, "Since there are high amounts of metals." He paused and held up his hand to signal Hathoot not to interrupt, so Hathoot just rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. "A large quantity of metals is present that is not native. In fact they are arranged in such a pattern as to represent a New Republic craft."

"Well what are you waiting for?" asked Hathoot, "Helm set course for these strange readings. It could be one of our ships in need of help after all."

"Negative, sir." responded Parral, "Its mass is much larger than any of our smaller craft and all craft larger than it are accounted for."

"Helm! How much bloody longer?" yelled Hathoot, the pressure of this mission, his own impatience and anger were starting to get to him and his crew. He needed something to calm down. A vacation, thats what he needed, but not now.

"We're approaching it now, sir." reported the helm officer from the crew pit. "It should be visible as we come up over the horizon of this asteroid."

       As he looked on from his commodore's chair and then from standing on his own two feet, he still didn't believe what he saw. Colonel Dante Hathoot was awe struck but the sight that filled the screen. Before him, and the entire bridge crew and any other view ports facing forward on the Gossamer was the image of their quest. Yet, it wasn't an image, it was the actual thing.

"It was probably on the same hyperspace course as we and was pulled out and didn't have time to respond." said Parral, "Look, over there on the upper starboard side. Indentations of mass proportions. It was hit by several medium sized asteroid, alright."

"Commander..." Hathoot was having problems talking, he was this close, he didn't believe it though he desperately wanted to. "Commander, prepare two squads of Space Ops troopers. Have them board and report on their findings on board the Tarango."

"Yes, sir." replied Parral, then turning to the intercom system he addressed an individual at another end of the ship, "Captain Harth, this is lieutenant-commander Parral. Prepare your troops for boarding. We've found the Tarango.

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"OK...somebody follow up...we don't have much time fellas." - SBM Tron addressing the DB Message Board readers.

SBM Tron was also quoted muttering something about run-on ending the 21st and hardly anyone pays attention to wrapping things up.

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SBM Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Well, Here's this much until I get some more info...

....continued from below


     From what I could tell it was all going according to plan. The alpha ATR established the airlock seal, and had already transfered two squads of troops aboard. Our ATR manuevered into position and stopped wiht a loud thumping noise. The deck officer ordered us through the alpha ATR into the Tarango.
     I could sense many other trops with us, but there was no power at all. At least in this part of the ship. "Infrared on," Malloy (the squad leader for the 108th) ordered. The corridor was bathed in bright green-white light. I turned a full 360 degrees. Something wasn't right. I couldn't tell what. I studied a section of bulkhead, but couldn't understand what it was.
     "Wait a sec," I said, pulling off my IR goggles. I pulled out a medium level flare and lit it up, casting light everywhere. Instantly I was greeted by curses of those yanking their goggles off. They all stopped when they was what it revealed.
     All over the walls, in no pattern discernable, were black burnt patches. Intermixed with these where many streaks of a dry brown substance I could recognize as old blood. These had been invisible with the IR goggles because they had the same heat levels as the bulkhead behind them, however the walls didn't look quite.... "right."
     After a brief pause, we were ordered to spread out in a defensive posture. How could those blaster marks have gotten there? It looked like there were many levels of them, some organized in tight areas as in a shoot out, and some scattered everywhere including the ceiling and floor. The flare cast ghostly shadows over us and seemed to unnerve many of the troops. "No IR, use lamps" was passed around. Dozens of light beams streamed down the direction we'd have to face.
     We didn't know what had caused this, and we didn't know under what circumstances it had happened. none of us wanted to end up being a dried brown stain on the deck, like so many others we could see. The 108th cautiously advanced toward the bow of the Tarango, and the other squads went aft. (The alpha ATR had docked closer to the bow of the Tarango. There were simply more decks to cover in the stern.) The clanking of our gear soon became our only companion. Lights were still out everywhere, no matter where we went. It wasn't until we saw a shattered computer terminal emit sparks that we knew there was any power to speak of.
     One of us found the light switch and threw it. Instantly the entire room was lit up in all its gory wonder. This room, too, had the same stains and burns all over. But we had encountered no bodies yet.
     "Will somebody please tell me what the hell is gong on?!" Malloy uttered. "What is this?! All the lights off, but full power? What happened here?!"


I've got inspiration! Don't finish this specifically yet! I've got a whole plot on what happened to Ul'Theran, but I have to get somewhere now.


ACO Freelancer

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Deep Strike Run-On: Hathoot Topic (follow-on to ACO Freelancer, Fri Nov 20/98 23:33:32)

It sure as heck wasn't pretty. I'd been marching through the dark lit halls of the Tarango with my squad, the 23rd, for awhile now and hadn't seen anything but carbon scoring from blasters and dried blood. If it hadn't been for the communications report from the 108th, we probably would've never noticed it.

Known as SpecForce (Special Forces) SpaceOps out of the SpecForce 1st Regiment, there were seventeen of us all together in our squad. Of the seventeen, only five were officers while the other twelve were troopers. Our squad leader was lieutenant Kren Doul, formerly apart of the 2nd Regiment which was SpecForce Pathfinders. Our sergeant, who goes just by "Sarge," is Sergeant Masterson. I'm Derik Klain, they call me "Whisper" because I used to be apart of the stealthy and deadly SpecForce Infiltrators, I'm a Senior Trooper, the only one in our squad.

SpaceOps troops are space and shipboard SpecTroops, used for ship or station security, boarding actions, and spaceport landing assaults. Referred to as "vacheads," SpaceOps have a reputation for thick-headedness and charge-ahead attitudes.

SpaceOps are trained to fight in close quarters and in zero-g. They are typically armed with hand weapons, pistols, carbines, and grenades. A few of us SpaceOps wear armored spacesuits and battlesuits, but not my squad. Oh no, we have to be the fearless bunch who gets frontline detail. Reminds me of the old conventional SpaceOps wisdom, "Never go into space with someone braver than yourself." Unfortunately my lieutenant is braver than the entire platoon. Yeah, sorta reminds me of another old phrase, "The corporal always goes home in a bodybag." In this case I'm the corporal.

Well our squad has been given the assignment of heading to the bridge, the most dangerous place since there was obviously a battle onboard and it could be rigged to blow once we walk in. I guess saying we were given the assignment isn't right, lets just say my brave lieutenant "volunteered" us for the job.

We continue on down the hall, all of this dried blood is really getting too me. Don't get me wrong, its not that I'm squeemish around blood, its just that how many people died to leave this all here? The doors to the bridge look like they've been ripped open by some unknown force or power.

We enter the bridge and notice that of all the places on the entire bridge, this is the only one without blood, there is still carbon scoring from blasters and exploded consoles, but no blood.

"Alright," yells Sarge, "spread out maggots and see if you can find anything of value to our investigation."

I wonder over to the lower half of the bridge and start looking around, but can't find anything. Then I hear a scream from the command section. Everyone drops low and assumes defensive attack positions. The room goes silent for a moment and then Sarge and the lieutenant can be heard talking.

"Alright, head count." yells Sarge again, "start off with your numbers I gave you back at the barracks, in order."

The head counts going pretty good 'till we reach seven and then we know who it is, Trooper Ersk, a young kid from Chandrila. I took a liking to Ersk when she first joined our squad and tried to help her out, I knew somehow though that she just might not make it far, and here on her first mission she already was out of it.

"Ersk," I yelled, "whats wrong?"

"Trooper whats going on over there?" asked Sarge.

"I..it..its a body, sir." she replied, I could tell from the sound of her voice that not only was her lip quivering, but she was scared out of her mind.

"Dammit, don't call me sir." bellowed Sarge, "I work for a living. Now what type of body is it?"

She didn't answer and we all stayed put, 'cause who knows, that thing could attack and wipe out our entire squad maybe in a blink of an eye.

The lieutenant was fed up. He stood up and walked over to where he could here her voice, I knew he didn't like women in the military and so I jogged over to where she was, just in case he might try to "discipline" her for being "scared."

I got there before the lieutenant and boy what a sight. I stopped and looked at the lifeless guys face for at least a couple of seconds before Kren got there. He pushed me aside, temper flaring and ready to hit Ersk when he saw what I was gawkin' at. It was Master Ul'Theran, sittin' pretty in the command chair. His eyes were wide open, as was his mouth. His hands were grippin' the armrests like he was gonna get sucked out an airlock or something crazy like that.

"Is he...you know?" asked lieutenant Kren Doul

"I...don't know, sir." I honestly replied, 'cause as far as I knew he could be dead or alive, I'd heard of Jedi doing some weird stuff to stay alive. Ya know what I mean?

"Comms, this is lieutenant Doul, patch me through to Colonel Hathoot. I've made it to the bridge." said Kern in his presumptious tone of voice, agh I hated that voice. There was a couple of seconds of pause then we could all here Colonel Hathoot. "Sir, this is lieutenant Doul, my squad and I have made it to the bridge..."

"Dammit man, get to the point." yelled Hathoot through the speaker.

"Well, sir." said Kern, "We've found a body, Master Ul'Theran's body to be precise."

"Is he alive?" asked Hathoot, "Well lieutenant is he?"

Kern was lost for words and motioned me to check. I stepped forward and put my hand on the old Jedi's neck. No heart beat. Ersk took a small mirror out of her pack and handed it to me. I put the mirror up to his mouth and nostrils, no breathing. Kern was still waiting, I took my hand and made a cutting gesture across my own neck.

"He's dead, sir or so it appears." said Kern, "He could be in some Jedi trance though, we'll bring him back to sickbay at once."

Three hours later my squad was sitting onboard the Gossamer while the other squads were still looking around the Tarango. We came out here looking for Ul'Theran and found him, except Hathoot wanted to find him alive. The lieutenant almost got all the glory, but ole Sarge spoke up during the debriefing and gave credit to Ersk. Before Kern could say something to make her look bad, Hathoot thanked Sarge and dismissed them. Sarge returned to the barracks, but Kern didn't. Now we just wait for the other guys to come back and then we jump outta here and head home, I guess.

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Thats my attmept at first person point of view. I know you had other plans for Ul'Theran's fate Free, but its already almost 11:30 pm PST and the run-on ends tomorrow, so I thought I'd throw in my portion since I won't be here tomorrow all day. But you can still write about what your squad finds, hey there could still be stormtroopers onboard and somebody needs to find out what happened to the bodies and why the ship was sent into hyperspace after Ul'Theran was obviously returned by Master Blazer.

SBM Tron (Sith)/QUA/House Naga Sadow, DC-KC/LSS

Final wrap-up of Hathoot topic (I love a request!):

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