Realspace

[Darth Finitus]

Realspace refers to the universe as viewed from an observer traveling slower than the speed of light. Made up mostly of the hard vacuum that exists between stars, planets, and other interstellar bodies, it is the dimension within which nearly all inhabitants of the galaxy live.

((Admin Edit: This thread, while encompassing all of realspace, does not refer to a specific planetary system or galactic sector. It is for those occasions when players are simply drifting through hard vacuum or using random coordinates as a staging ground or hiding spot. If you desire to be in a specific place, please find/create the appropriate thread. ~T))

[Admiral Gor Vultack]

The GAIS agents that had been sent out from Coruscant dropped out of Hyperspace. Their journey had taken them about a day and half and now it came to the waiting game. The senior agent, Bames Jond had dropped them out of Hyperspace not far from Ossus so that they could send out a false distress signal in the area in hopes the Jedi would answer.
The ships cargo space was mostly filled with medical and starcraft supplies and tools, however hidden amongst them were the tools of the men's trade. The junior agent, a Gran named M'ddie Eurphy, went back into the cargo area and pulled a welding torch and mask out of the supplies. He fiited the mask on and then going back to the Hyperdrive proceeded to sabotage their own ship and make it look like a blown hyperdrive motivator. Once finished he reported it to his partner. "Hey Bames, he yelled, "I finished back here, theres no way this thing is gonna be working again soon."
"Perfect," Bames called back, "I'm gonna send out the distress call now." Agend Jond hit the automated distress call and then got on the short range comm across all major frequencies. "This is the private freighter Per Diem. Our Hyperdrive is out and were stuck in deep space. We just got off the Perlimian Trade Route headed for the Tion Cluster. We need help. Please is any one there!? As he finished he pitched his voice so as to seem hysterical and afraid. Turning off the comm unit he looked at Gran partner and said, "And now its just a waiting game..."

[Shy'Kha'Nuruodo]

A transport bearing the Jedi sigal converted into real space a short way's off from the crippled vessel. Shy glanced at the captain.

"Scans indicate lifeforms still aboard" The captain reported "and it's definitely the source of the distress signal received by the Temple" he concluded after a brief conference with his communiations technician.

'Very well Captain...open a line of Communication" The Chiss Jedi ordered, blue skinned fingers drumming out an impatient pattern on her chair. It didn't take long and with a motion from the Captain Shy turned her attention to the screen "Per Diem, this is Jedi transportCorusca under the command of Jedi Knight Shy'Kha'Nuruodo we have received your distress signal and offer our services"

[Admiral Gor Vultack]

M'ddie looked over at Bames as the too of them tried to suppress their satisifed feelings. It hadn't taken long at all for them to be 'rescued'. "Alright 'Captain'," he joked, "show time!"

Bames got on the Comm again, this time directed only to the Corusca, "Oh, thank the Force. We're saved! Thank you so much Master Jedi. Please, our hyperdrive and navigation system are both out. I- I think it's a blown motivator." he lied. Continueing with the pleas he begged, "Is there any way you could take us to whatever the closest planet is? Please, we can pay for repairs."

M'ddie however had been thinking about the name of the Jedi Knight voicing his concerns he looked at his partner, Hey Bames? Her name- I think that's a Chiss. Be careful would ya?"

[Shy'Kha'Nuruodo]

Shy quirked an eye at the pleading voices coming through the comm unit, they seemed a little over done for only being trapped in space a short period of time. Humans she thought to herself were such emotional creatures.

"The closest planet is Ossus" Shy responded into the channel "I am sure the Jedi work crews there will be able to provide you with suitable parts, prepare for docking" No point in beating around the bush she figured - would just waste time.

[Admiral Gor Vultack]

"Oh, thank you, Master Jedi. Thank you!" Gushed Bames. His copilot went back toward the docking ring to wait for a connection, while he made the final preperations from their side of the ship.

[Shy'Kha'Nuruodo]

Shy nodded to the captain as she closed the channel - cutting off the gushing man on the other side, inwardly wincing at the sound. Outwardly however Shy remained as she always was - cool and impervious to such blatant displays of pointless emotion.

Leaving the crew to do what they were best at - in this case handling the docking procedure, Shy left the bridge to do what she was best at, greet and inspect their new guests. Procedure would dictate a security scan of any possessions they wished to bring with them into the Temple, namely a search for weapons and explosives. Further checks would then be the responsability of the Temple guards or the Council should they deem them necessary.

Shy however was not envisioning much trouble - if anything she was merely resigning herself to a few hours in the presence of the gushing human she'd heard earlier - perhaps he would calm down once aboard the Corusca.

Sharp clangs and several clicks foretold the docking procedures success and two crewman glanced at Shy for permission to open the hatch. Nodding to them Shy watched as they spun the locks and opened the hatch, glowing red eyes glancing out to those rescued.

[Admiral Gor Vultack]

Bames was just getting to the hatch when it spun open. He carried a bulky datapad of an out-dated model in his hands. The cover of the datapad had been removed so that it contained a newwer upgraded and GAIS encrypted model datapad as well as microblaster, which thankfully was small enough to be over looked by most weapons sensors.

Speaking for the both of them so that Bames would stop his ridiculous act M'ddie mimiced a human smile and thanked the Jedi. The two of them went willingly to be scanned and with the exception of a few personal items and the 'pad neither of the agents had anything with them.

[Shy'Kha'Nuruodo]

Shy Welcomed the two aboard and although she sensed something a bit off in thier exchange she couldn't quite put her finger on it - perhaps there was something in the ship they didn't want her to find, Shy however was not out looking to find a couple of smugglers - she was keep to make it back to the Temple and so after welcoming the two aboard and placing them in the care of the crewmen she had the captain take them back to the Jedi Temple.

((Next post jedi hangers))

[Freedon Nadd]

In the farthest stretch, of the most distant tendril of the galaxy's arms lays a small star, the star has no name or planetary bodies, it's light hardly shines to any other system. It is dying. The bleak star dwindles, cooling off, it will not even have the glory of a super nova. For thousands of years its inner core has grown more and more solid, now even the surface is hardening.

On the southern pole a crack in the growing crust appears, the crack soon because a cavern, which in turn starts to split, huge ravines began to crumble away, the surface of the dead star, moon size chunks slowly shed away, harden metals and gases that once provided the star with a fiery life. All is done and destroyed, chunks of star now orbit each other, making a Maelstrom of rock and gas around larger almost slices of the ancient star.

When the last sign of life is thought to have sparked in the empty dead system. Something begins to grow, swirls of light and shades of blue and red and deep purple mixes. Rapidly the swirling vortex of color grows, increasing in size it soon engulfs the entirety of the broken system, A titanic portal appears in the center, pure white light tears through the blackness, thousand upon thousands of rays.

Sudden the rays solidify, Ships! Ancient looking vessels emerge from the flashes, each point of light now a craft of various size, all is quite for a moment, the ships settle, then erupt into blazes of laser and artillery fire. Cannons smashing apart capital size ships. All the fighting seems to swarm around one massive craft know to the galaxy as.. The Dragondorf.

[Freedon Nadd]

The Bridge of the Dragondorf was chaos. Fires were breaking out everywhere. Freedon's fleet was starting to crumble around him. The Rak'ti'gal had followed him through the portal. A last desperate attack to rid themselves permanently of a thorn that had been in their sides.

In a ferocious roar of orders Freedon began to command his officers. Using the Battle meditation of a Sith Lord to press the sense of urgency on this fighters and commanders. They would not die today, they would not die here, where ever here was.

The HUD showed that the Rak'ti'gal ships were so intermingled with his own that there was no chance of creating a protective bubble around the Dragondorlf. But it wasn't out of the question, Freedon urged his ships to pull in wards toward his own. To draw the fight closer. Already his fleet was worn ragged, it had not been a easy battle to take control of the Hub on the other side, and apparently they had not been as successful as previously thought.

The battle raged for hours, More and more ships exploded around them The Dragondorf was badly beaten but had managed to push out of the majority of the war zone. It had taken up resident in a nearby Asteroid field, one so large it hardly seemed like normal space dust, and it orbited around itself.
FIND WHERE WE ARE COMMANDER ARGOTH!

Sir the ships sensors are mostly destroyed or being scrambled by the debris!
Freedon growled and slashed his hand through the holo display, disrupting the static images.
Are we at least in the Skyriver Galaxy?

Sir star recognition patterns are confirming location now, It would seem we are home.
A glimmer of hope shown on the commanders face.
Good.. good.. NOW LET US LIVE THE NIGHT!

For what seemed to be almost three days of solid fighting Freedons forces, with renewed vigor, had decimated the Rak'ti almost completely. The space around them, filled with burnt alloy, the twisted hulls and skeletons of a vast fleet intermingled with rock, and gas of the dead star.

The Dragondorf sent out what it could to find what may have survived. there was not much left in one piece. Even the mighty Dragondorf was near split asunder. what was left of repair teams did their best to mend the ship, using parts gathered form the debris.
Two other ships survived the encounter, the Naysayer and the Epic One, both heavy armed battleships. Freedon sat in the scorched and currently empty observation deck of the command tower. His technicians had informed him that they were able to harvest raw minerals from what was once a star, the cover in which they had fled and used to save their lives with. Freedon and his trained Force sorcerers had been able to move parts of the dead start to use as a merciless hammer, to crush Rak'ti ships with. the price had been many of his own had died as well, also smashed to bits by the hurling asteroids.

Freedon had always believed in the greater good, thousands of lives for the sake of his own. Millions of sentient life forms had died here over the past few days. But He was alive still, a few of his prized commanders were still alive, dozens of his WotoF trained sorcerers still remained. And his prize, the Rak'ti'gal life form in his cargo hold, still remained, alive, intact, and still in stasis.

The Dark Lord ran his fingers through his long, now greasy black hair. It had been almost a month since he had the luxury of bathing, the smell of body oder hung in the room, as all his men were in the same state as he. But they had grown used to the smell. the mugginess. Shaking his head Freedon activated his comm.
Commander Nartherax. I want you to send scout vassals to Onderan, Corillia and of course Coruscant, do not have them make contact, just see what the state of our return is.

As soon as we're ready we will make my return known.

[Freedon Nadd]

Working remarkably fast the Crews of the three Sith ships had managed to create a small work station out of cobbled together ship debris, and were pressing repairs rather rapidly.
Freedon was please by the fervor his men set, even without his urgings through the force. The past ten years had taught them much it would seem. A very fine oiled machine, of war, and of labor.

Having never intended to solely be a death force, Freedon had his men trained in every way possible, almost man for man could he take one from engineering and place him in a star fighter, or even take a artillery gunner and have him lead a force of soldiers into combat. He was proud of them, even if during the heat of battle their lives meant nothing. Born and bred to do their best, then die.
Freedon let a 'almost' laugh pass through his nose, which was more of just a heavy breath. Their air scrubbers were working optimally again, and the stench was starting to be removed, Allowing the men a short rest last night they all spent their time cleaning up, shaving, showering, washing cloths. It was a important part for a military to look presentable. And unfortunately something that had not been allowed in the past month.

Glad to have it out of the way the men had renewed vigor, and the Dragondolf was once again becoming one whole ship. Rak'ti alloy-mater was being harvest and manipulated by the lower level alchemist to be used on the ship for repairs, which vastly increased the speed of everything.

A report for Corellia had come in shortly before the shuttle arrived, and the team had been processed by their commanding officers. Natherax was the chosen one to bring the news to Freedon. He stood now before the Sith Lord in a respectable manner, fear and courage mixed into one pose.
My Lord, reports from Corellia indicate that the DJO are still alive and well, the Mavin Almeara, it would seem, is the supreme dictator of the system. No other DJO were mentioned in the local news broadcasts.

It would also appear the Galactic Alliance has a new Chief of State, who is very much, well squirrelly around Force Users.
The Commander paused for Freedon to Speak.
Commander Natherax, thank you. The news you bring is good and in-material. Of no consequence. And that is good to hear, The galaxy is in a state of boredom from what intelligence has gathered, a lull. Ripe for some noise to be made.

I want to set this star as our base of operation, Use the materials in the system to erect a space platform. A home of operation until something more suitable is taken.
That will be all.
Freedon dismissed the Commander with a motion from his gloved hand. As he was once again left alone in the observatory He stood from his seat and walked to the view port. Crossing his arms tightly over his chest he peered out on his remnant fleet at work, an over lord watching his peons.

[Darth Finitus]

"What have you done!?!"

His voice echoed off of the walls and the only thing that heard his scream were the corpses at his feet. The Gauntlet had wanted blood and the only people on the ship were his disciples, all of them lay dead at his feet. Everything Darth Finitus, no that was wrong, everything Craden Slythor had worked for was now ruined. The Cathar stood over the corpses of the Jedi he'd corrupted and let out a loud scream.

"I, we, needed them! If you had waited just a little longer I would have satisfied your hunger!"

There was a soft chuckle inside the Sith Lord's head.

"That's where you're wrong. I didn't need them, you did for your master plan of a peaceful galaxy. I told you before the only thing I require is the blood of others and it has been far too long since I quenched my thirst."

He ignored the voice and looked down at the large burn along his side, he needed medical attention. Ignoring the pain he made his way to the cockpit and flopped down into the pilots chair of the old transport. After doing a quick check for nearby systems he found there was only one planet within a short distance; Korriban. Hopefully the old faculty there still held some medical supplies.

"Are you sure that's a wise choice, Craden?"

"How many times do I tell you not to call me that name!?!"

There was another chuckle then silence which Darth Finitus welcomed. After punching in the coordinates for his new destination he closed his eyes and slipped into a meditation, the smell of death and charred flesh still lingered in the air.

[Lady Arden Vader]

Arden had been traveling on her own now for a long time. A very long time.

It was a necessary step in the plan: tracing Dark Siders, hidden Sith across the galaxy and recruiting or destroying them, so that when the time came to move into position, to seize control, no one would be standing to oppose - not the Jedi, who were going to be ripped apart by the government itself, or any one claiming themselves to be 'Sith'.

Revenant was in control of the forces right now, and she kept limited contact with him, reporting in when she'd found and dispatched a threat, but otherwise keeping from contact, either over communicators, or through the Force. They were in too delicate of a position now to risk interception of information, and they needed to remain under the radar.

It had given her quite a lot of time to think.

Not that her mind wasn't always turning, always working over every aspect of a situation. But there was a strange clarity to her thoughts now, and she couldn't recognize exactly why. She had no way of knowing that the Bonds which held her to the Dark Lord were weakened by his broken and suppressed state, but the effects were the same: she was beginning, for the first time in a long time, to think about what she wanted.

It was unsettling because with those thoughts came the realization that she had ceased to even consider what she wanted for more years than she could count.

It wasn't something she could feel bitter about - she'd known when she signed on to this that...

No, she told herself, as she surveyed the stars from the cockpit of her ship. I didn't know. I didn't know how little there would be left of who I actually am.

Arden didn't particularly want to follow that line of thought, but she felt as if it'd been chasing her across every corner of the galaxy.

How many missions had she gone on, much like this, for the Dark Lord during his past absences? Missions that he'd erased from her mind after she completed them. Except he seemed to have no desire to do that this time. In fact, it had been her own suggestion.

In fact, so much of this had been her suggestion. Her plan.

He was adept at making it not feel that way, at making it look as if he were testing her capacity to come up with plans he already intended on. Or that he simply enjoyed watching her invent some new dark tactic. But there was something wrong, something missing, and she was beginning to wonder...

She punched in coordinates, the thoughts leaden in her mind. [/b]

[Commander Natherax]

Above a remote mining world belonging to the Imperial Remnant the sky became ablaze with ships exiting hyperspace. The small defense fleet above the planet didn't stand a chance, the finely tuned war-machine that was the Naddist fleet quickly cleared out anything in it's way.

It amused Natherax that it had only been a short while since they returned to Skyriver, and here he was once again leading task forces to unsuspecting planetary bodies. Three ships had survived their re-entry, now they had over a dozen ships to use not to mention ships remaining at the Abyssal Fortress.

The fleet did not stay long, gathering what they needed they plotted out another trajectory, and jumped, no more than 2 hours later. Moving closer to Dubrillion, and their main target of attack.