As the Vinda-Corp fleet closed in on the Jutraalian's contingent , it entered firing range steadily, and as Vinda quietly observed, his thoughts were interrupted...

"Sir..the Jutraalian's are consolidating..."

As one of the bridge officers spoke, Vinda turned to study the BAC in front of him, its eerie light bathing him entirely, casting deep, sharp angular shadows across his face. He watched intently as the invader's ships positioned themselves into a defensive posture, in what was clearly a reaction to Vinda-Corp's presence.

A Comm's officer gestured for Vinda's attention...

"...receiving transmission..."

"Unidentified ships, this is Lord *static*. Please bear with us.. *static* ..dish is down bec... *static* combat. Your first transmission *static* ..ar. Unable to *static* ...entity. Crews *static*.... should be up soon. Jamning might *static* ...ith attempts. Pleas *static* ...n. Wish you no *static*. Repeat pl... *static*"

Glancing up as he listened to the broadcast, Vinda threw the officer a slightly confused look...

"...is there something wrong with our rectenna or something?, what the hell is that?..."

Studying the console in front of him for a moment, the officer looked up and shook his head...

"...all systems are functioning normally...whatever it is , the problem seems to be coming from their side.... maybe their communications systems have been damaged..."

Vinda's frown deepened as heard the officer speak...

His second approached him, taking him to one side...

"...this could be the case, it might explain why they have not been jamming the Aargaunian's communications..."

Sighing deeply, Vinda streched his arms out once more to lean forward across the bridge rail as he took a moment to consider the prospect...

Then without turning to face the officer , the Vinda-Corp CEO spoke...

"...Colonel Gurden has been in contact with the Jutraalian commander, yes?.."

"yes...but.."

(Vinda continued)

"...then their communications equipment was working fine up until now correct?.."

The officer shifted slightly as he conceded silently...

...convenient...

Vinda's eyes narrowed, as they observed the sight from the bridge, clearly seeing the Jutraalian's newly positioned ships. He threw a quandry to the officer beside him, without removing his gaze from the scene outside...

"...if you were in his position, what would you do?..."

The officer responded without hesitation...

"...I'd stall for time..."

A simple knowing glance from the businessman, was enough to illustrate they were both thinking along the same lines. Standing upright, Vinda straightened his suit jacket...

"..if he is able to speak with Colonel Gurden, and order his ships into a defensive formation, then his communications status cannot be that dire ... no....he recieved our communicae alright"

Stalling was a tactic Vinda had used many times, any tactician worth their salt, knew the drill... in some cases even seconds could make the difference between life and death...

With this thought in mind, Vinda decided to give the Commander one more chance....

...perhaps we aren't getting our point across enough..

"...lets try something more universal...fire a warning shot across the bows... He'll know from this range we can't miss..."





On command The Reliant lanced out a singlular, precise volley of fire , which was clearly fired , across, and not at, the Jutraalian's ships...



The message was blunt, but abundantly clear.

Star Destroyer Judicator



The room was cooling ever so subtly as the soft skin of the woman’s arm slid across the silk sheets sending darts of pleasure up and down her body.

There was nothing like a working air circulators. Extremely well working air circulators.

A smile came to her lips as a moan of pleasure escaped, her legs moving slowly across the feathery bed.

If life could have been frozen in that moment forever, the woman would have gladly sacrificed everything to do so.

Her body (bare under the thin, silk sheets) turned over once more. Her arm suddenly falling over the rather lengthy feather pillow that lay by her side and, unconsciously, her grip tightened… her hand drawing into a tightly clenched fist and then releasing.

The temperature in the room and gone up a few degrees and a beads of perspiration suddenly began to form across her forehead. Her suddenly frowned and her legs under the silk sheets moved with slight agitation.

The warmer the room became, the more her blonde hair became wet with sweat, the more her agitation became.

She mumbled something softy still clutching the pillow.

“yes..”

The soft artificial lighting in the room flickered once…


then twice..


The air circulators went offline.


The woman gasped and aggressively turned over... her voice releasing..

“Achin..!”






And that was when she hit the floor with a “THUD” masked by the rather thin carpeting overlaying the durasteel.


The sudden weightlessness of falling made the woman scream out before she hit.


Scipio’s eyes took a while to adjust to the darkened conditions of her room and as she rose she rubbed her sore buttocks silently cursing the shipyard that built the damed ship she rode in.

Her hand went to a nearby communications terminal to contact Engineering and in the background she heard the computer’s voice.

“REVERSION COMPLETE!”


The Engineer’s face appeared in the terminal and his eyes expressed amusement as Scipio clutched the silk sheets around her body.

“Chief. I thought you said the problem was fixed?”

The man scratched the back of his head. “I thought it was.”

“How can I get well with my room’s environmental controls going all crazy.” Scipio would have raised a hand in empathic gesture if she wasn’t sure she’d expose more than she should.

“Hold on… I am sending someone over.”

“Thank you Chief.” And the screen went dark.

And then the silk sheet did fall. The slender woman walked over to a full length mirror and stared at herself for a minute, pinching portions of skin around her stomach.

“I’ve got to lose weight.” She murmured clearly unhappy with her figure.

Suddenly, the lights became brighter as the warship’s post hyperspace reversion protocols were going on throughout the decks.

It seemed to be a defect in the system that seemed to affect only her room. Or if it affected anyone else’s they had seen fit not to complain as much or as loudly as her.

Every reversion the lights would dim and the air circulators would cut off making the room’s temperature rise steadily.

Usually the post reversion duties did something where the lights would come back on but the air circulators would need to be reset from the computer control panel in the room.

“Damn fine time for the crew to see you like this, Scipio.” She muttered again as she looked at the dark circles around her eyes and her rather exhausted appearance. She had been coping with a rough fever for the past few days making her all but unbearable to be around until Achinta forced her to remain in her bed.

She poured some water into a glass, downed some medicinal pills and swallowed.

Feeling the matt her hair had become, she decided to slip into the shower. The room was becoming just too hot for her tastes. The water seemed much more cold than usual but when one had a fever, it typically did.

The door to her room slid open and a tech slipped in to adjust the air circulators so by the time she had stepped out into the room the cool air made the soft hairs on her body rise and goosebumps to form on her arms.

Whatever a goose was.

She had heard once that it was a small yet irritating predator of fish that resided on some obscure planet.

It was only after she had changed did her mind catch up and realize that she had walked out into the room without first checking if the tech had left.

Her mind smirked in as much mischief as her illness would allow as the “what if” scenario played out in her mind.

Her crimson and black uniform, colors of the clan she lay claim too, was a stark contrast to the dull gray corridors of the warship.

As a Caprician attaché to the Greater Commonwealth, she was a person of rather high rank though it sat uncomfortably on her shoulders at the moment.

Her expertise lay in intelligence gathering and espionage. Consular Affairs as the term was given by the leaders of her world. And now she was a Minister of State of sorts for the Commonwealth. Affairs that affected the fates of not one world but several.


The secondary command and communications center located in the heart of the ship was where she entered, passing two guards. Like the Command Bridge, it too was manned and monitoring the situation.

The Major in charge during her absence turned and handed her a datapad.

He whispered out of earshot of the rest of the crew, “Are you feeling well Commander?”

“It was getting hard to stay in bed.” she returned softly, smiling slightly to acknowledge his concern.

“What did I miss? We were supposed to halt some darkside aggressors weren’t we? Invading some planet? Why are there Jutraalian markings on those vessels?” She squinted to stare at the technical readouts coming over a nearby terminal.

“Ahh.. You were sick so was not at the briefing. It appears that the invaders were Jutraalian and they are attacking. From what we’ve been able to gather, the planet has been declared terrorists by Fearsons and now they are attacked. No evidence provided! No negotiations! Just attack and kill!”

Scipio shook her head. The reports on this Emperor Fearsons were contradictory indeed.

Wasn’t he a Shadow Jedi? Did he protect people?

Even now, removed from the last invasion of her homeworld, Scipio held a certain reverence for the Order of the Jedi. Even splintered as it was, the name “Jedi” held esteem, a place of honor, and a thought of security.

Except for the people of Aargua. No wonder the Jedi have such a hard time regaining their status.

She sighed and looked at a terminal showing the commands coming from Achinta Vega on the bridge. Their shields were raised.

“Warning shots fired. This could get ugly fast.”

The warning shots from the Reliant were seen from their monitors. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Scipio ordered the hanger bays cleared and their forcefields turned off. Vacuum took hold.

“Cut the umbilicals, Lieutenant. Let them adjust to the vacuum. Give the fighters a chance to move quickly if needed. Adjust gun ports in these areas,” She pointed to a schematic of their ship, “to give the fighters a protected exit vector along our underside axis. Relay recommendations to our… division.”

“And then?”

She looked back at the Jutraalian fleet.

“Then we wait..” she said, her hand going to her forehead.

Dammit! I am burning up!

OOC- I may not post again for a bit, as of friday I will be gone for a week on vacation at the beach

The enemy forces, hailing from the power corporate conglomerate, Vinda Corp, manuevered there rather formidible armada closer to Fyor's defensive position.

"Enemy ships sheilds and weapons are fully charged."

Hmmmm, maybe they weren't to receptive the

A flash off light sent a brilliant volley of turbolaser fire across the bow of the Imperator , a shot that couldn't possibly miss, but had.

No I don't think they liked that too much.

Fyor knew he needed to act- reinforcments were too far away, and he was on his own. He began to issue orders but was cut off by his own officer.

"Sir, incoming contact, Imperial Class Star Destroyer, unknown affiliation."

Help? reniforcments???

But the expected hailing message did not come. Fyor's hopes dropped- a single ISD, not a Jutraalian fleet. Fyor tried not to let his dissapointment show.

"Prepare for our "response, bring weapons and sheilds to full- we'll show them the power of a Jutraalian vessel."

And so it prepared to begin....

Red lights flashed with the intensity of epileptic fits. The shrill whine of engines powering up and the humming of charging laser cannons echoed off every surface in the hangar. In the middle of it all sat the sole, ebony black A-wing in the entire taskforce.

Sahrah didn't even bother with a ladder. She took a running leap, grabbed the muzzle of her ship's laser cannon, and flipped up (not too gracefully) onto the wedge-shaped body of her fighter. So she wasn't an acrobat yet but...that was a minute saved from trying to scrounge for a ladder. She dropped into her cockpit and the transparisteel canopy snicked shut as the seals locked around her. She'd always loved A-wing cockpits because of their bubble-like viewing area...she could look behind her with much more ease than most fighter pilots could with their ships. Maybe one day she'd earn enough creds to buy a customized ship of her design.

Have to live long enough to do that first... she thought and flipped switches. Her cockpit filled with the droning of the engines powering up. Lasers charged, everything in green, set to go. She flipped on her repulsorlift engines, floated off the floor momentarily, and fired out into space.

She hung out in formation with the other fighters, waiting for the call to battle. As soon as everyone was deployed and the command given, they would begin...

Chatter on the comms ceased as everyone held their breath...

“Did you see that!” squealed one of the other camera men aboard the Investigator.

“What!” came a chorus of replies. Everyone’s eyes riveted onto the multiple viewing screens, and the cameraman played the clip back.

“Laser fire! The Vinda Corporation is attacking the enemy while they attempt to leave!”

Everyone gasped, but for one man. “Pah” said Prior. “A warning shot.”

“Warning shot my foot” replied another. “They tried to hit them!”

Prior chuckled, as he zoomed his cameras in on the ship a little more, and jogged the display.

“If their computer targeting systems missed at that distance, I’ll eat this camera cable. That was a warning shot, positioned so all could see.”

There was a little grumbeling, but upon viewing another replay all saw it to be so.

“Everyone get your cameras ready, I think something’s about to happen.”

OOC: np. Have fun, see you when you get back.




"...Sir they're powering up thir weapons and shields..."

The sensor officer reported, his voice alone raising the tension upon the deck. Vinda issued his orders clearly...

"...then we do the same, raise all shields I want those weapons charged and ready to commit....tighten formation "

A quick glance at the BAC to see the others position , and he continued..

"...they've taken damage, I want to know where, scan and transmit the details to our fighters...lets see if we can find a weak point in their shielding..."

Vinda's eyes squinted in the harsh light of the console from in front of him...

"...I want this over quickly, we go for the flagship, ..."

As the orders were given the crew jumped to it. Glancing towards the view outside, Vinda's eyes focused on the planet. Striding over to the comms console, he activated a secure holo-feed....

There almost immediately the visage of C4 appeared, commanding the third fleet, just to the right flank of the Jutraalian's forces.....

"...C4 everything ready?..."

"...Status is nominal, we are ready and on standby, Mr Vinda..."

"...then begin the second phase..."

Vinda chewed on his cigarra...


"...secure the surface..."

Cooly the ominous droid recieved his comfirmation from Mr. Vinda. It was time for him to play his hand in this game. He had planned this to the letter with mechanical precision that he only hoped that his assigned ships could follow correctly.

Aboard the Acclamator crusier he punched in an encoded message to the rest of his assualt fleet. The Aegis and three Muarader corvettes take up position in orbit of the planet remaining in position to the flank of the TJE fleet. This first half of his small fleet launched 12 wings of fighters from their bays. The star vipers enter space and take up positions around the four larger craft.

Two Loroners and the Giant arrow head like Acclamator cruiser decend into the atmosphere. Three squadrons of 12 fighters each follow this planet bound second group. Along with 5 vibre cruisers they fly ahead scouting the most likely landing spot.

That being the main city on Aargua. Where a good deal of the bussiness on planet was centralized too. Several weapons batterys open fire in the incoming fighters. They stay just out of range. Those in the turrut towers realize too late that this is just a feint as the Vibres flie in low and undected using Ion canons to disable defenses.

"This is C4 of the Vinda Corp. defense fleet. My apologys on having to temperaly disable your defenses but I needed to have a moment to contact you. The VC fleet is here for your defense." The droid had this set on a continuous loop. It seemed to get results.

He immediately recieved a welcome and permission to land.

The Acclamater and two loronors set down and begain to disgourge their complements of troops and ground forces. The shear amount that came from the Acclamator was impressive enough. 16,000 armed corperate troopers exit marching in columns.

Every thing and everyone were working just how he liked it, by the book of war and with mechanical precision.

They'll rue they day the interfered with the plans of the Jutraalian Empire.

"Captain- break defensive formation- we shall advance and attack. Order the commanders of the Punisher and Centurion to take a ISD each. Also, move our ship toward the Ageis Cruiser we received the transmission from. We shall crush their commanders and render them leaderless- and they will collapse like a infantry battalion facing an AT-AT! The strike cruisers and Carrack are to enegage that third star destroyer off the the left, with assitance from our Scmitars. Order all Interceptor pilots to engage enemy fighter, their pilots are undoubtably inferior to the great men of the Jutraalian Empire. Have the lancer and Interdictor cover the Punisher and Centurion . And quickly commander! We must strike them hard and we must strike them now!"

The bravdo of their Admiral seemed to inspire the crew of the Imperator and they seemed to move twice as fast, issueing the orders that Fyor had dished out, while preparing for the coming conflict with amlost a jump to their step- as though victory was assured. Although he admired their courage, Fyor wasn;t sure he shared their entuhsuasim.

His first assignment, ans suppossedly a simple one at that- and it was being interfered with, and most likley ruined, by of all people the Vinda Corporation. His own oversight in failing to jam transmissions had been a costly error, one which he would undoubtably pay for in the coming conflict.

I'll make them pay for ruining me! The name Fyor Viglianco will strike fear into the heart of an VC commander for decades!

He had only to wait and fight....

The command chair was comfortable, if a little big. It swiveled, allowing its occupant to view the entire bridge without having to turn his head, or body once. A pop-out control pad was on the left arm, and a pop-out cup holder on the right. Neither was out at the moment.

“Sir, the Jutraalian forces are preparing to attack,” said the ensign sitting at the sensor booth. His voice was slightly nervous; no doubt it was his first battle. For the most part, the crew of the Free Wind II were Capricans, many battle hardened and strong. A few were volunteers, others draftees from various planets that required their young men to have army training. A motley crew, but dependable to the bone. Hand picked, to be exact. Hand picked by the captain of the Free Wind II himself.

“Steady ensign,” said the captain from his chair. A shock of coal black hair adorned his head, so dark it seemed to be a black hole in space its self. His skin was a flat grey, and his eyes also coal black. He swiveled his chair slightly to bring his gaze upon the weapons station.

“Charge weapons, reinforce shields. Re-transmit the shields up command to the entire fleet, prepare to defend.”

His voice was flat, almost toneless. Battle required a great deal of control, control over ones voice was a sign of experience to some.

And we have seen battle, yes? Yes, battle we have seen. The voices echoed in his mind, yet were not of his speaking per say. Shoving the chanting tones away; the captain gave the order to hold position.

They would let the Jutraalians make the first move. Outnumbered, outgunned, and most certainly out Admiraled, it was their choice whether to leave or stay, and die.

“Mr. Katta,” spoke up the ensign, “We’ve got several enemy ships moving toward the Tribune and Judicator.”

“Prepare engines, signal the Harrier and Nighthawk to form in our wake. Everyone to battle stations, weapons ready!”


(Seth is having computer problems, as you all know. Since he hasn’t done much, I guess I’ll just command the fleet. Mutiny! ;) )

"Sir, we are now in range of the enemies command cruiser."

Fyor Viglianco knew this of course, the officer was the third source to alert to as much. A holoprojection was displayed in front of him, mirroring the battlefield upon which he and his forces were arrayed. Fyor had the holoprojector installed on the Imperator's [/b] battle computers to assist him in seening every nuiance of his fleet and his opponnents, giving him the perspective he would need to command effectivly. He had seen the wedge representing his ISD approaching the Aegis cruiser from which the enemies first transmission had originated. Of course, a simple glance out of the Imperato viewport would have told him the exact same thing.

No matter how advanced we become...

Without even turning to the officer, Fyor responded.

"You may open fire, all batteries."

And thus would begin the end of the short lived career of Admiral Viglianco. His Second Assault Fleet was dangerous, but paled in comparision to what appeared to be the full battlefleet of the entire Corporate Commonwealth of Vinda Corp.

Still we fight the good fight, for the Empire.

A losing battle he might be in, but one that in defeat would be remembered for years into the future. One which would be gone over in textbooks by eager students at naval academies across the galaxy.

I can only hope to live up to my own expectations.
And with that thought, the Imperator's full array of weapons opened fire at once begginning the battle.