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Alex Torr
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 Post Posted: Tue, June 20th 2006 12:18pm    Post subject:
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Alex fell silently into step slightly behind, and to the right of the Soverign Protector. He looked over the armor of the man, and wondered how the rebels could even dream against putting up a fight against the Empire, with warriors as fearsome, and as well trained as the Soverign Protectors. They were like Jedi, but only much better trained in combat, and self-discipline. Alex could only dream of the level of skill, and training the man had. But he quickly put those thoughts to the back of his head.

He was a member of the Empire, and one of the most skilled IntelForce Commandos. He was proud of his career, and his accomplishments, but he wouldn't let that pride blind him. He could always get better, train harder, but he also knew there were those of the rebels that could best him in combat. But that number was few.

They had almost reached the CTO's Office, and Alex quickly composed a report. He had been the top of his class in nearly everything, except for marksmanship. Swali Onca bested him there, but Alex ran a close second. In bladed-combat, and hand-to-hand, and stealth, Alex had no equal in the program. He expected it, though. One didn't grow up on Haruun Kal, and live there for more than 20 years without learning such things. Especially when one didn't have the force as a crutch to fall back on.

As the Soverign Protector rounded the corner, he entered the CTO's Office, where Thanates Scyntor stood. Personally, Alex found Thanates more physically imposing than Jax. The man was huge, and Alex held no doubt in his mind that the man could seriously harm him if he wished.

Jax moved further into the room, then, turning to Alex, said, "Report."

Alex looked at Jax, and said, "Sir, my training here has gone excellently. After a year, I have made it to the top of my class in every area except for marksmanship. Swali Onca holds that achievment. My personal opinions on the program, are that it is one of the best elite training programs in the Empire, aside from the more specialized programs. I believe IntelForce will be a great asset to the Empire, sir."

Alex finished his report, and stood silent, waiting for Jax's acknowledgement.
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Carnor Jax
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 Post Posted: Tue, June 20th 2006 12:54pm    Post subject:
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Jax nodded once to Torr as he took a seat, motioning for the Colonel-General and the Commander to do the same. His voice was soft as the door closed behind him, his escort moving back to their normal duties. "Excellent, Commander Torr. After the ceremony tonight you are to report back to the Supreme Moff on Coruscant for further assignment. You have done very well - I'm sure Jendob will want to hear your progress."

He turned to Scyntor, who was passing over a datacard for the Grand Marshal's scrutiny. He looked over the figures, then back up to the man who was sitting with a rather smug grin on his face at the desk of the Cheif Training Officer. "Overage on all recruit fronts, with an 8% lower training time? I am most impressed, Thanates - perhaps I am not needed here after all."

Thanates laughed as he looked to Torr, sitting most comfortably in his chair. His hands folded as he leaned forward, motioning to Alex as he spoke to both gentlemen. "I will be awarding commendations for the performance of both Commander Torr and Admiral Swali Onca - they performed better than even I expected. They will be very well suited to the tasks at hand." Scyntor smiled again as he flipped his vibroblade from his wrist and began to flip it around his fingertips.

Jax nodded once, then turned to Torr. "Dismissed, Commander. Prepare for the ceremony at 2100 tonight, after that you are free of all obligations to this facility." The Grand Marshal rose and took Alex by the forearm, clasping firmly before releasing. He looked back to Thanates, who was already rising, and motioned for the Colonel-General to follow - things had to be negotiated as far as the command of the Black Hole Troopers and Crimson Troopers.
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Adolph Antario
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 Post Posted: Fri, October 13th 2006 05:47pm    Post subject:
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Antario's upper body appeared on a holotransceiver in the Administrative wing. "Apologies for any interruptions, gentlemen, I'm looking for Maximillian Corsova; is he present?"
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Maximillian Corsova
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 Post Posted: Sat, October 14th 2006 11:45am    Post subject:
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Corsova reached the Administrative Wing, and was greeted with the message from Adolph Antario. HE smiled to himself as he closed the door to his private officer, taking a seat before the holoterminal.

It had been years since he had spoken with the man - indeed, since his tenure at the Devaron Research Institute of Technology. He closed his eyes, recalling everything he could about the man before flicking the comm to accept the transmission.

"Adolph, it has been a long time. What sort of matter brings us together once again?"
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Adolph Antario
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 Post Posted: Sat, October 14th 2006 12:29pm    Post subject:
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Antario returned the smile with a nod, but then his face turned darker. "A grave one, I'm afraid - do you know of my Savorium experiments?"

Corsova thought for a moment, brow creased. It took a moment of scanning, but the experiments finally registered. "Ah, yes. As I recall, you had an issue with keeping the element pure, and so were esperimenting with temporal flux to try and create a stasis field for it."

"Indeed," he replied sternly. "And the experiment was going very well. We had even achieved small amounts of the isotope with the first beta of the flux, which was unstable at best." Sighing, Adolph continued, "Early yesterday morning, an explosive reaction occured within the testing chamber of the Savorium."

Corsova frowned, fingertips drumming on his desk. Savorium, exploding? "As I recall, the element has a rather long half-life. Also, if memory serves, it is one of the more stable elements to be discovered. High molecular weight would keep its core rather unstable, but that issue has overcome... how could it have happened?"

"I am unsure, but if my theorizations are correct, is follows as such: a relatively large quantity of Savorium-391 was created in the chambers first official test minutes before the reaction. I believe that the quantity of the isotope caused a reaction with another element used in the construction of the device used to cause the temporal fluxes."

He canted his head to the side, brow furrowing as he considered this possibility. "Have you checked graviton and tachyon emissions from the area of the explosion?"

Antario shook his head, "I've had more pressing concerns, especially with the strengthening of the holding shield."

"Are the radiation siphons functioning?"

"To an extent. The shield and domes will hold any major sources of radiation in acceptably, and I've set crews working to gather any material from the surrounding area scattered by the explosion. The worst I see is a small onset of cancers in the Montellian Serat area; not enough Savorium was released into the atmosphere to cause fatalities."

Corsova nodded, then leaned back as he steepled his fingers. "I recall that you were most experienced as to the inherent issues relation with Savorium, however I must ask that you get those graviton and tachyon emissions. One of my researchers recently related to me that tere was a potential that some of the by-products of an explosion such as this could actually make temporal fields more stable."

"May I request your presence on Devaron? I'm in need of more ... professional help."

"I have comissioned a ship to serve as my mobile research laboratory - give me 40 standard hours."
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Jace911
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 Post Posted: Fri, December 15th 2006 08:48pm    Post subject:
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His inspection of the grounds complete, Kir walked through the doors of the Admin Wing. A silver protocol droid shuffled over to him and began nattering away. "Welcome to the Yinchorr Administrative Wing, sir. I am C-9P0, Serial Number 2225535-1966903. How may I help you?"

"Get out of my way."

The droid was taken aback. "Oh...Very well, sir. If you'll excuse me..." It ambled along to a terminal at the wall and began typing away. Kir took no notice of it and continued to the main office to begin his assignment.
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Kir placed his helmet on the rail surrounding the balcony of his office as he watched armored stormtroopers march in perfect formation on the parade grounds below. This was truly a show of Imperial might and power. The ability to make so many willing recruits to flock to its cause. It was a wonder there was still a war going on, and that it could remain so for quite some time.

Kir shook his head as he walked back into the room. After years of fighting, his reflexes and ability to call on the Force had not been dulled due to Lord Vader's insistence that all Royal Guardsmen be constantly rotated into and out of the Stormtrooper Corps. Still, he sometimes felt fatigued when he thought of the stubborness of the Rebels in their grand crusade.

Couldn't they see that it was all for nothing? That this war would only drain their resources to the point where surrender was their only option?

Or did they actually believe that they could, in fact, prevail?

The recent events at Geonosis, Korriban, and Thyferra said otherwise. The garrisons left by the Alliance had been brushed aside like flitnats and discarded like yesterday's news holo. Their attempts at a defense were laudable, but foolish.

Kir brushed aside these thoughts and moved over to his satchel that a Lieutenant had delivered. Time to unpack...
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 Post Posted: Tue, December 26th 2006 09:26pm    Post subject:
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Meh, I'm getting a little lonely. :P

Kir leaned back in his chair and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his guantleted hand. Before him lay an old leather book held together by nothing more than string and a wood binging, as well as an impressive assortment of metal components, including a disk-shaped piece of transparisteel, a cylindrical shaft a little more than a foot long, and numerous circuits and switches. He sat up straight and grabbed the shaft and a very fine welder. Moving the book to one side, he carefully attached the disk to the tip of the shaft where a small cup was located. It had been cut down the middle and split apart just enought to have enough room for the lightsaber's focusing lens.

Next, Kir slid the circuit boards into their appropriate places as shown by the book. Found by an Imperial commander's battalion on a backwater world in the Outer Rim, it specifically stated that a lightsaber, while following basic guidelines, had to be unique for its wielder. His saber had a smooth handgrip just below the cup, as well as a quick-release clasp allowing the Sovereign Protector to pull it out and ignite it quickly, mirroring his usual stance-Calm, but tensed and ready for anything.

Once the circuits were in place, Kir reached for the switch that would ignite and sheathe the lightsaber. Slipping it into place and securing it with the welder, it was time to move onto the final step. The placement of the crystal.

Kir had found not one, but two crystals for his saber. One, a rare Durindfire gem from the planet Tatooine, shined slightly with a white aura. The other, a Corusca Gem from the massive gas giant Yavin, glowed as though a thousand fires burnt within its flawless exterior. Kir had retrieved them both through Imperial channels. The Durindfire, from a stache left over from when the Empire sold them to help fund the first Death Star; the Corusca Gem, from an Imperial captain who had found it while on an inspection tour of his Star Destroyer's hangar bay after the counter-strike on Yavin IV following the destruction of the first Death Star. Apparently it had lodged in the TIE fighter racks when the shield had gone down to let the fighters launch. Kir palmed the gem and slipped it into the niche and twisted it into place. He also attached the Durindfire as well.

Kir carefully welded the bottom of the saber into place as he looked over the page in the book to be sure that he had done everything perfectly. Satisifed, he slipped off his welding goggles and stood, noting to himself to eat a decent meal once he had finished testing the saber. He felt famished.

Putting his helmet on for protection, he held the saber in a classic guard an arm's length away and hit the stud. With a characteristic snap-hiss, a ruby-red blade sprang from the hilt and began humming a low toon. Kir smiled and waved it around in a few basic exercises, listening to the lightsaber rising in pitch as it contacted with the air around him. Nodding to himself, he hit the stud again, this time twice in quick succession. The blade changed from red to a very light turquoise, as well as enlarging to half again its size.

Kir hit the switch and took off his helmet. Securing the hilt to his belt and tucking his helmet under his arm, he left his office for the officer's mess.

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Kir strode into his office close to a sprint. He had heard only minutes ago, but he had no idea if it was true or not-it seemed like this moment would never, could never come. He activated his private terminal and leaned over the desk in the center of the room, scanning his files for any incoming messages. There-a recent arrival that hadn't been viewed yet. He opened it and read its contents.

When he finished, he sagged back into his chair, a smile growing on his face. The war was over. After the battles at Geonosis, Thyferra, and Korriban, the Rebel Alliance had agreed to a cease-fire and truce. Prisoners of War had been released and warships were heading back into their won territories. It was finished.

So why wasn't he glad?

The past few weeks that he had been here, he had met dozens of soldiers and commandos in training; training to fight, and die, for the Empire. As many as a thousand more were doing the same on this very planet, and on numerous others as well.

When the war is over, Kir thought bitterly, The warrior does not always choose peace...

He felt something in the Force, like a storm yet to come. Something dark was waiting in the wings, and that bothered Kir. All evidence pointed to a nice, safe future for the galaxy, what with the Empire and the Rebels agreeing to peace with each other.

But apparently this was not so...
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Ki did not look up immediately when he heard the clatter of boots outside of his office. When someone knocked, he waited a moment before saying, "Enter." The door creaked open, and Kir finally stood and looked at his guest. He kept a mask of indifference as the pilot walked into his office and saluted. "Flight Officer Vennen reporting as ordered, sir." Vennen said in a muffled voice.

Kir glanced at Vennen, clad in a TIE flight suit and flight helmet. He gestured to the latter. "Remove it." Vennen hesitated, then slowly undid the clasps on the neck, unsealing the helmet, then gingerly lifted the helmet off. Had he been any other man, Kir would have gaped. Instead, he raised one eyebrow oh so slightly.

Flight Officer Vennen was a woman.

She stood there in her pilot's uniform, helmet under one arm and assignment orders in the other. She stood with her back straight and her chin high, as everyone who passed through this academy was expected to do while at attention. With the helmet, Kir had been unable to determine if Vennen was male or female. She acted like a perfect soldier.

He finally remembered to return her salute. Her eyes were a soft blue, her hair golden-red and cut below her ears. her skin was soft and a light shade of tan. Kir was mesmerized by her.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. "Officer Vennen, I assume that you have read the report on this mission," he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes."

"I am about to tell you something that is strictly off of the record. This is 100% confidential, and if any word of this passes between your lips wihtout my permission, you will be tried for treason."

Vennen shifted slightly, then nodded. "Very well, sir."

"I want you to keep an eye on the guards that you are shuttling to your destination. I want to know how they act and who they meet when you land on the planet's surface or in whatever ship that might meet you. Any detail might be helpful." Kir stopped. "Do you have any questions?"

Vennen shook her head. "No, sir."

"Good. You leave in an hour. Dismissed." Vennen nodded and replaced her helmet. She turned to leave. "Before you go, I have one last question," Kir said uneasily. "What is your full name?"

Vennen hesitated, then said, "Tracyna Vennen, sir." With that, she strode out of Kir's office, leaving him struggling to understand what had just happened.
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Kir trudged into his office, feeling confused and angry with himself. He had sat in the training room for a full hour, contemplating what to do about Tracyna, but he hadn’t found an answer. Her face lingered in his thoughts...her nova-red hair, her crystal-blue eyes, her soft, flowing voice making her seem like a deity. It was too much for a man like him to bear. Ad yet he couldn’t stop thinking of her. How has she ensnared me in such a grip? he asked himself. How is it that she has anchored herself in my thoughts? I need to know! Silence answered him.

Kir collapsed onto his bunk, wondering why and how this was happening. Was this a message from the Force? A wake-up call from some higher power? What?

After a while, Kir began to notice something. He saw the walls shifting slightly, objects changing shape before his eyes, voices echoing from somewhere. He stood up and watched as his chair slowly vanished. What in the name of-?

The voices became clearer and clearer, and eventually Kir recognized one as his own. “-thinking about...wondering if you...to do with that. A female voice laughed in response, and Kir heard it reply. “I remember...too….heard you even…training because of it.”

“Yeah,” Not-Kir replied. Suddenly Kir realized who the second voice was.

It was Tracyna.

He was having a Force-vision.

Careful to stay in earshot of the voices, he began to creep around a wall that was where his desk used to be. The voices became clearer. “I also remember the day that I met you...I was top in my class, no worries...no friends either, though.

“And then Kir Kanos came along to save the day,” Not-Kir replied.

They laughed again, and Kir finally saw them. They were sitting on a repulsor-couch together while the room continued to shift around them like some sort of dream world. Not-Kir and Tracyna were silent for a moment. Finally, Not-Kir spoke. “I never imagined that I could fall in love,” he said to Tracyna. “I always saw myself as a hard one, the tough guy, the iron man. Who’d of thought that I’d end up like this someday?”
Tracyna smiled. “You mean with me?”

“That too.” They were silent for a long moment before Not-Kir spoke again. “Tracyna....” his voice seemed choked, like he was having trouble speaking. “Will you...I mean...”

“Yes.” Tracyna replied before he could finish. Not-Kir let out a whoop of joy and seized Tracyna in a fierce hug, which she returned.

Kir felt dizzy watching this. Was this his future? Was he destined to fall in love with Tracyna?

The room began shifting again, faster and faster, The floor began to move, and Kir fell. He expected to feel his arm touch the hard wood floor, but instead he kept falling. He cried out, but darkness absorbed his shout.


Kir woke with a start in his chair. He gasped for breath, and noticed that he smelled like a tusk cat. He was sweating like crazy in his armor. Standing up, he took off his plates and activated his armor’s cooling system.

Kir began brooding about what he’d seen in the vision. He and Tracyna hadn’t changed very much, implying that the vision was in the near future. His heart raced at the thought of it, but he calmed down. If this is what the Force believes is best for me, he thought. Then I will accept it. And enjoy it.
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