RPG - The Great Sith War (Page 8 of 9)

TenRe lifted his head from the bar on the other side of the room. Swallowing a hard glass of Tonjin, annoyed he was hanging out in a human cantina. Weren't enough of them on the entire planet to fill the space in here well. At least that was the plus to being nearly blind. All the blurry figures could be whatever he wanted. Standing up, stretching hard. He left the exact change with a medium tip. Leaving out the opposite door. Hadn't been paying too much attention, maybe he was hallucinating sensing Kita. Walking out amongst the heavy crowd, in a few hours the place'd be empty. Everyone heading off for bed. When he finally made it through the hustle The lift down was thankfully empty. Riding it past the lower lever to the temple. Stepping out in the docking area. If that had been her, she'd alreadby be back.
Ignoring his suspicions TenRe waited for the door to open. Sliding in with a wave from the security man. He nodded back, stopped on the way by a depressed Siannic. Seemed something was up.
"We won't have that nice week we wanted now. Tatooine just joined the Sith...worse, I fear the republic might send Jedi to quell the conflict. They've stretched their resources past reasonability. Wake your friends, wake Rilk. Meet me in the Second hangar. Fate is waving its boney finger at us isn't he?"
"Whatever happened to the force?"
"The force is the exactness of Fate. Move!"

"Okay," Kita began, pulling up a fold-out chair and sitting on it backwards. Of all places to hold a meeting. "Tatooine just joined the Sith; Coruscant's liable to fall any day now; and the Jetii'se are going to intervene on the Republic's behalf. Why don't you just shoot me now and get this over with?"
    "We need to stop the Jedi from interfering with the events unfolding on Tatooine." Kentaiba
    "Why would we do that?" Garrison
    Kita rolled her eyes. When nobody took that split-second to explain to him, Kita took it upon herself. What am I? His nurse-maid?[ "The Jetti'se have spread themselves too thin. This Tatooine thing will only distract them from Coruscant, and, once Coruscant falls, we might as well throw our helmets up in defeat. I'm thinking that Mr. Kentaiba here wants us," she gesticulated by waving her pointer finger in a circle. "To take that load off the Jetii'se by taking care of this rebellion and letting the Jetii'se and Republic focus their resources on Coruscanta, am I right?"

Darth Morticus sat in his meditation chamber. He was focusing his powers for th upcoming attack. Stirring the minds of the Coruscanti into a flurry of anxiety, fear, and weakness. There was a chime that broke his concentration. His men knew that he was not to be disturbed unless the matter at hand was exceedingly important.
             "What is it!?" Morticus lashed out at th communications officer.
             "My Lord, "the timid officer said bowing to Darth Morticus, "But we received a message from Tatooine.."
             "And..." Darth Morticus said in a cold, steely voice.
             "The..they've rebelled ,Sir," the communications officer mustered all his courage, "They want to join the Sith."
             "Who is their leader?" the Dark Lord asked the officer, his rage replaced by growing interest.
             "A Jawa named Tog.." was the reply.
             "Send word to this 'Tog' and tell him we gladly accept him into the glorious Sith army. Then contact General Perez and give him orders to rendevouz on Tatooine with a Sith strike force."
             "Yes, My Lord," the officer hastened out to do his task.
             "Most interesting. This unexpected rebellion will further weaken the Jedi forces and make it that much easier to take the Galactic Core." Darth Morticus smirked as he returned to his meditation.

Gustavo received the message, and quickly gathered a formidable Sith force.

"My lord, we have rendevouzed at Tatooine. Awaiting orders sir."

2 New Characters:

Name: Phoso Culser
Species: Kiffar
Gnder: Male
Alliance: Jedi
Rank: General/ Blademaster
Lighsabers: 2 green
Force Powers: Force Flood(Jedi equivalent to Force Rage), Force Upheaval(Giant force push), Force Focus(needed to use Force Flood)

Name: Thanu Culser
Species: Kiffar
Gender: Male
Alliance: Jedi
Rank: Lieutenant/Jedi sniper
Lightsaber: Blue longer handle than usual and 1 blue regular
Force Powers: Force Focus, Force Telescope, Force Puppetry(Let's him control things at long distances)

I'll post for these two later

Phoso stood in the the Jedi war room. With the impending attack of the Sith, the Jedi generals convened to prepare for defense and counterattack.
          "We need to recall all Jedi now!" said a Bith," Or else Coruscant will fall to the Darkness."
          "You need not worry. If we recall all the Jedi the Sith will turn and take the abandoned planets while leaving a barricade over Coruscant. No, we will call only the most experienced Jedi to return." Phoso reassured the generals," With that in mind I think we can dismiss this meeting." All the generals murmured assent and parted to prepare the defense.
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           Thanu stood in the midst of the sniper corps giving orders.
            "I want everyone to pair up and form a semi-circle around the entrance of the Jedi Temple. In order to maximize efficiency each team will be assigned a Jedi guardian. Any questions?" There were no questions. "Alright pair up."
             The Jedi quickly paired off and went to their positions. They all knew that the battle would be long and fierce and they played a vital role in fending off the imminent invasion.
             Thanu gave one last instruction, "Be sure to wait until the enemy gets to the stairs."

((Would post but I have to wait for Last Mando to countinue Morticus))

Tog turned to his captains. "Round up all te Jawa's you can, maybe te sith need ther engineren or sometin. Tell all citys to barriacde tem selves up, Put tose rancors to use as traps under te main gate into city. Get women and children to center of city for protection and contact tose Hutts, tell them they put their ships in our navy or tey enemy. Get gun smiths working, we will need wepons. Send emissary to Tusken leaders and ask for ter help." Tog said. His commands were carried out as soon as he dismissed his captians. Those who understood tusken sped off towards the tusken camps on swoops. More turrets were placed on walls and the Czerka sand crawlers were taken over by Tog's men. They were mounted with cannons and were turned into large moving fortresses. Most of the Jawa tribes anwsered Togs call and brought their tribes to Mos Esiley.

Tog stood in the command center of the Tattooine Sith forces, it was a Hutt Palace inside the city. "Have the Tuskens responded?" Tog asked a Rodian Captain.

"50 tribes have said yes, 7 have said no, 3 of those "no's" have sent the messangers back dead. " The Rodian said.

Tog sighed. "Those tribes might prove to be a problem later, it pains me to do this. Tell one of the sith war ships to turn those 7 into glass." Tog walked off and looked at the screens that was looking over the city. "Hows the defence of the north wall going?" Tog asked a Bothan.

"Slowly sir, the cracks in the wall are getting worse with the more guns with place on the wall." The Bothan said.

"Take off the guns and sore up that wall, call down some ships to gaurd that side intill the wall is repaired." Tog ordered.

"You still have no idea what tact is do you?"
TenRe stepped in, pulling Rilk out with him.
"How many times have we gone over Mandalorian custom Rilk? I would've thought by now you'd understand the importance of wearing and not wearing the armor..."
I-Two trodded by, unusually diligent he'd been patrolling the ship for the last half hour. The clanking getting rather annoying. Stopping for a moment.
"He has started trying to establish contact with the Sith defectors. I took a guess you'd like to know."
The sensors oscilliated for a moment. Like a being in thought. I-Two moved on. TenRe not entirely sure he liked that droid. A little too sarcastic, maybe even thoughtful for its own good. Of course the way Siannics treated Droids...I-Two must have done something to prove he wasn't worth smashing. Of course he always did think it was annoying to here 'Master'. Especially from Protocal droids.
But anyway they hurried into the communications room at a good pace. Leaned up against the wall, Maltese in the only seat.
"I don't want to wait but I'm sure I can....Yes...No...I don't Know...It'd be nice to talk to him...I'm sure he understands English even if he is a Jawa...You'll patch us through...Thank you..."
Maltese turned around lethargicly. Scratching his snout with a claw.
"They gave us an audience instead. We get to go meet the head honcho."
The difference in height would be hilarious.

"HI! Guess who. Just wondering if some old friends could drop in...but seeing as how you've defected to the Sith and all..."
Maltese had already left, standing outside by the loading ramp waiting. Kita having heard the news next to him.
TenRe could believe Tog was in charge. Strangest Jawa he'd ever met.
Rilk sat in the back, he'd be nearly invisble with the reception this tin can got. Terrible antique.
"Anyway, all we ask is a little chat. No Jedi tricks, no conflict, just a little chat over something to drink. Dainoga Tea preferably but anything'll do."
Tog blinked out for a second, returning with a buzz of static. And the answer to the forty credit question was...

Funny, how things turn out, Kita thought as she tossed what Master Darius called a ten-ish ball. It was covered in light green fuzz and bounced better than an inflated gizka bladder. The boys were busy with whatever they were up to; I’m just hired muscle, I don’t need to know. She spun the ball in her palm and passed it between her feet. I want to know, Kita chuckled at herself, and I also wanna go home without getting shot.
    “I’ve gone crazy; completely lost my marbles.”
   Ã¢Â€ÂœThat’s what happens when you keep a Mandalorian cooped up in those stupid helmets they wear. Recycled air can’t be good for the brain.”
     Kita rolled her eyes and messed with the tubes that connected her HUD to her armour, “Anybody else, Garrison, anybody else,” she warned wagging her fingers. Her laughter laced her words as she got to her feet, “We ready to meet Tog?”
    “Are we ready to go meet Tog, Kita,” Garrison corrected. “I hate that Mandalorian grammer as much as you do, but, yeah, we are. “