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 Post Posted: Mon, August 14th 2006 09:36pm    Post subject: Sol D'Oro
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The command deck glistened as Lady Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad took a step from the turbolift and walked into the new and ultra classified halls of the Sol D'Oro. Her eyes scanned the selected crewmembers she had personally picked from around the galaxy, under her direct employment, they would serve as her command officers. The sleek thanagarian stepped to the commander's chair, the power of the vessel that rested under her fingertips seathed.

A pure Geonosian design, kept away from the Rebel Alliance corruption and bred purely for the Lady of their people, rested at the edge of the galaxy. Not only had the Zerconians designed such a masterpiece, it had taken billions to secretly research and create.

The massive and defective giants that seemed to dwarf this vessel, were hardly a match when it came to its ultimate weapon. Lady Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad stood, the Zerconian Laser was more than well armed and the most secret of the latest geonosian designs. Her eyes scanned the many military officers she had almost literally purchased and she gleamed with a hidden agenda.

"Hail the Rebel Alliance." her eyes patronized by the gloom that they had caused her. The communication officer turned, his dark face smiled with broken teeth as he opened the channels. The thanagarian stood to her chair, the comms man activating his own panel.

As the massive Rebel Alliance capital came into view, the brunette thanagarian let out a cool and menacing laugh, "My rebel friends." her voice pierced the light and hope of the familiar face, "A new time has risen. A new Empire has been born. All will perish."

She nodded her head towards the weapon officer and within a few seconds the Zerconian Laser opened fire.

In a matter of minutes, the surface would be vaporized...catching the entire galaxy off guard...




***

Shaking from her dream, Lady Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad, rose from her bed gasping for the oxygen that seemed to leave the room. Ryan sprung to her side, his voice barely audible, "Arlyn- breathe slowly.... slower..." Arlyn looked at her husband, fear clouding her vision as the darkness creapt over her eyelids. She was beginning to vanish into the black and coldness, slipping into a dreamless state.

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A baby was crying as Alatáriël opened her eyes, the bright light covering her eyesight for a moment as she attempted to recover. Opening her mouth a mumble echoed from her lips, translated by none other than her own husband. After several seconds, she realized he was holding her hand. "Arlyn." he said softly, "You collapsed. You're in the medical bay, aboard the Sol D'Oro. You may have suffered from a memory loss, is everything okay?"

The thanagarian rubbed her throat, the feeling of the air rushing down to her lungs was more than comforting. She nodded, "I'm fine. I had a nightmare, that's all." Ryan looked at her and his face was relieved at the news. He bent down, kissing her across the lips. Arlyn, now noticing Lucas and Damian in his arms, brought one of her baby boys into her arms.

"It's been so long." she whispered into his ears. The boy's sobs seem to subside as his mother rocked him and together they peacefully fell asleep.

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As Arlyn took Lucas into her arms, Ryan continued to cradle his son, Damian, as the doctor approached. Their eyes met, the Doctor pointing to his office, turning quickly. As Damian rested his head against Ryan's chest, the Human Replica Droid reluctantly left his wife. The Doctor looked at Ryan with a confused and depressed emotion, unable to explain the virus that now plagued his wife, "We have managed to stop the growth of the virus, but only for now. It seemed to contract itself...here."

Ryan looked at the date the virus had first entered her body and immediately tracked it to the day they were attacked and forced to follow the Rambaldi quest in the caves of Corellia. Their attackers had injected her with something. At the time, it appeared only as adrenaline, but now it was much worse.

A virus that plagued her entire body was slowly and literally digesting her cells. A loss of strength and the manipulation of sleep would occur first, then loss of memory, then ultimately death. "How much longer, Doctor." Ryan mumbled.

The Doctor looked at his charts, "There is nothing we can do, understand that, but we are doing everything in our power to fix that." He paused, "Your wife if fine...the virus is contained for the moment...She'll live for another year or two...before it spreads." His voice stopped but his lips made a 'We hope'.

Ryan nodded, Damian stirring slightly in his sleep, and the human replica droid turned from the doctor and looked towards his wife. Thanking the medical man, he left the office and set Damian in a temporary crib before removing Lucas from his mother and placing him next to his brother.

Ryan climbed onto the medical bed, resting next to his wife. Kissing her hand, he closed his eyes and activated his memory banks. Within moments he withdrew every mention of Rambaldi, every artifact, every data file, anything that would answer this virus.

Saving his wife was imperative.

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"Lady Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad on deck!" An officer called from the depths of the long command plank. The brunette thanagarian nodded, her black and red Zerconian Uniform still portrayed per Geonosian custom. Her eyes valiantly scanned the employed officers, once lead her by the amount of credits they would receive, now loyally stood by her. They were not loyal to the Rebel Alliance, but to her. And ultimately, they would come to understand that the Rebel Alliance meant everything, despite the recent political drawbacks.

The winged angel of Thanagar approached the command chair, the memories of her dream seaking into her thoughts, her blonde hair covered her eyes momentarily as she starred into the barren space ahead of her.

"Disengage hyperspace a few moments before the vessel...ensure our cloaking device is engaged and armed!" her orders were crisp and to the point.

A few moments later the Sol D'oro dropped from its hyperspace funnel, invisible to all, it crept towards the Lost Ship of Rambaldi. The loyal officers and followers of this ancient religion gasped, Arlyn, however, noticed an attached lambda class shuttle. Her eyes fumed, ready to use the Zerconian Laser and destroy everything that laid in front of them.

The mere possibility of a cure resting on the vessel was insane, but her husand believed it rested in the very heart of the chambers. "Dock.' she muttered and took her leave from the bridge.

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Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad rushed aboard her Justice Class frigate, the massive vessel after receiving its flag member began the initial de-docking sequences and prepped for the hyper jump to Corellia.

As the thanagarian approached the bridge, the supercomputer still speaking into her ear about what has transpired since the first report. Arlyn looked to the pilot, after meeting her husband's gaze and said, "Set course for Corellia. Reroute shielding and weapon power to the engines, best speed!"

Although the vessel had the full ability of cloaking, she would reserve that ability for when the time was right. She didn't exactly want to appear suddenly in front of a world that was temporarily neutral in this galactic conflict. Her eyes gazed into the starry space of the viewfinder, still shocked by the loss of a fellow Chief.

Millions of reasons ran through her head, but it was concern for the Solos that prompted this immediate departure. If someone had the wits to kill the Intelligence Chief, surely they would attempt to attack the Chief of State. Then again, Ma'shi had many enemies...

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The Bothan Spynet Director, invited by the Chief of Security, stood on the bridge of the Sol D'Oro, and an impressive ship to say the least. His eyes scanned over her bridge crew, nothing short of absolute loyalty. He admired her for her decision to place such individuals in command of this vessel, but something came to mind. Sark was still loose and the fact he had managed to escape from the reigns of a Bothan...That information had been sealed, of course, but it caused the bothan to stir.

He moved towards the security chief and made a simple reminder, "You better have a shuttle, as we cannot violate the DMZ of the Corellians." She nodded and he wasn't surprised that it had almost slipped her mind. With the death of the Intelligence Chief, their job just got a lot harder against the Empire.

A shuttle was being prepared, for their investigation of the Nikto's death.
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Yawn

Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad flanked by Ryan Davad and Zack McCoy entered the Sol D'Oro.

"Geonosis." her words were simple and to the point.


The ship is now enroute to Geonosis, but whats the point?
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As the ship cruised at its class one hyperdrive's maximum speed, the brunette thanagarian had just ordered the vessel to hyperspace. Her eyes flinched at the thought of an Imperial death fleet over her beloved Geonosis. "Eve, power on the factories. We need rockets, blasters...by the billions."

"Lady Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad, it will be done." Eve responded, "I'll ready the Dark Lords of Geonosis and prepare the bounty hunters."

Arlyn sighed looking to her husband, "Ryan, I need you to do me a favor. Contact Carlist Rieekan and Admiral Ackbar. Inform both, a possible war on Geonosis is about to begin." Ryan looked her in the eyes, she could feel his energy.

"Activate a communications to the financial holonet. Patch me through channel 123-44-332." She would need to make a financial purchase...perhaps it would arrive in time for the defense of Geonosis.... She couldn't get her hopes up, even if Luke was right, she had little time. The Geonosians would be turning their world into a fortress on the ground...if the Imperials follow their code of conduct, Geonosis will resist many land invasions. Her eyes dwelled on the dark bubble around the ship. They were cloaked, moving through hyperspace silently. Her eyes flashed at an old contact. As she waited for the response from the business owner, she typed a message to Jaini and sent it through a special holonet.

All she could do know is hope she arrives before any kind of Imperial fleet.

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The Sol D'Oro was mostly a civilian ship, crewed by the payroll of his wife. Some of the crew members were Geonosians the most predominate would be Kriekas; her most loyal friend and advisor to the Geonosian throne. Deep within the cloaked vessel, an ancient ceremony progressed. The laying of war powers and symbolic form of luck. Ryan saw no logical means to apply the ceremony, except the possible assertion of faith and the mental processings that emotion had caused.

Alatáriël's face was painted with war symbols that were sacred to the Geonosian people in the time of war. Being the Ang de Geo was not an easy task, but Ryan had faith that his wife would carry the role. Being the new Lord of Geonosis, appointed mostly through marriage, Ryan was also undergoing a transfiguration of his physical appearance.

Powerful, masculine symbols were displayed on his facial aspects, but none were sacred compared to those of his wife. It was rare a female leader went to war for and with the Geonosians, especially one so profound in their culture.

After the ceremony had concluded, Arlyn activated a secure holo transmission to the Warrior Spire. She had learned of Toogle's visit and now the leader would receive some of the most unexpecting news.... Ryan took his stance behind her, observing the conversation but decided to speak with Eve.

Eve. Ryan mentally asked the being through his internal holo-communications.

Ryan. she answered.

Are you afraid? Ryan asked knowing the logical answer to such a question.

The odds of the Imperials arriving today are slim, however, not unexpected. The knowledge of my existence in their eyes, does not exist. I have no reason to be afraid.

Ryan resisted the urge to attempt to see how far she was and was not afraid, but she was not as gifted. "I understand. I will protect you."

Eve simulated laughter, "You have too many precious objects to protect."

Ryan sighed internally and ended the conversation with, "Arlyn and I will not leave you to destruction." He would make sure of that.

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The small ship dropped from hyperspace as the Alliance of Free Worlds capital appeared on the view screen. Lady Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad eyed the now foreign world and she internally crippled. The thanagarian leader of Geonosis was unsure of her destiny, but she looked straight forward, not giving her crew the slightest amount of show of uncertainity. "Security Headquarters, get me permission to land and an appointment with the Chief of State. High priority."

Although Alatáriël had yet to partake of the new oath Ackbar required, her officers answered her call and cleared her landing. In response, Arlyn needed a moment to herself.

Entering her private command chamber, Arlyn approached the window which was illuminated by the planetary light. The brown orbs looked upon the ecumenopolis as a holo-projector activated itself behind her. An older man appeared, in holographic form, and Arlyn gasped.

"I thought you were gone." she muttered.

The older man smiled and he remarked, "Missed me?" Arlyn opened her mouth but the older man continued, "Finally you see the true damage of the Galactic Empire. Internal struggles within the most powerful democracy this galaxy has to offer, and sadly, the Supreme Fool is a few moves from destroying it."

Arlyn carefully sat into a chair, overwhelmed with the allegiance prospects of both sides. He continued, "Several worlds exist that can provide an excellent offense against the Galactic Empire, however, they would never join the Alliance of Free Worlds in its current state. But you can do it." His eyes flashed with unseen interest, "You know of which worlds I speak."

"I will not invad-" Arlyn started but he cut her off.

"Child, my time is precious, do not waste it with hesistation. Listen to me. Thyferra! They require aid and relief. How long will the Alliance of Free Worlds take to respond?" his eyes flashed with anger, "Move there immediately. Not by force, but with peace. Then burn the imperials. Burn them to hell." Arlyn looked up and into the eyes of the once diplomatic chief. It was ironic how this man went from peaceful to a violent hatred against the Galactic Empire. "I have transmitted a list of actions you should complete before Geonosis is attacked again. You're a sentient being, do whatever the hell you want."

And with that, Lucious Victorinox disappeared from the holo-screen projector.

***

The doors from the private command room hissed open as Arlyn emerged with a datapadd. It held Lucious's proposition and once again, she would be working with this man. Her eyes were cold filled with determination to either solve the Senate and Chief Organa Solo's problems or correct them herself. "Get me the Tactical Spire and droid factory Horatio."

The comms panel officer nodded and after a few moments, representatives from both appeared on the screen. "Lady Pallanén-Davad, how can we be of assistance?"

The thanagarian thought about her decision for a moment but she knew it had to be done. Either for the Alliance or for the Geonosians. "I need you to locate an individual's programming." She received a blank stare from both, "Praetor Audacious needs to be reborn with superior naval and ground tactics and loaded with any other programming you can give me. Understood?"

The men nodded and the comm ended. Arlyn returned to her command stations, collecting an odd glance from several crew members. Praetor Audacious was most likely the most lethal of all admirals used in the DRWP and the most effective. With superior programming skills, the Geonosians should be able to cook up a nice admiral. Someone was needed if they were going to pull of Victorinox's plans.

***

The vessel shot from the atmosphere as Arlyn reread over his proposals. He had an interesting idea. Break away from the Alliance, in a legal and peaceful matter, then work on the sides against the Empire. Although some of his plans were shady and did not involve the take over of any planetary systems, Arlyn was beginning to have a bad feeling about the future. Not only would she be viewed as a traitor to the Alliance of Free Worlds, but she might actually collect support from her once Geonosian Empire. The Lady of the Geonosian Spire, aka TLOGS, may vote to join her IF she had decided to leave the corrupted Republic.

She placed the list of Victorinox's objectives into her pocket, noting that several alliances and envoys would need to be shifted and made. "Comms, I need a message sent to the Hapan Consortium. Inform them, we would like to open sovereign negotiations pending a conversation with Leia Organa Solo." If Arlyn had decided to remain with the Alliance, she would still need Hapan support on a... different matter.

Reaching into her pocket, Arlyn pulled out a picture of her family. Her parents were holding Damian with a massive smile on their faces, Keirail and Kyle were holding baby Ashley, and beautiful Jaini was sitting on Arlyn's side with a happy grin. Arlyn and her husband Ryan were both holding the other two of the triplets, Lucas and Isabel.

Arlyn brought the picture to her lips and she kissed the perfect moment with a tear in her eye. Something within her stirred and she remembered her rebirth at her parent's estate. She remembered the night her children, her entire family was almost slaughter by some dark criminal organization.

With determination, Arlyn remembered her thoughts.

My name is Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad and I will fight the darkest of wars. I will not surrender. I will not give mercy. I will triumph over the many enemies.

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The Sol D'Oro froze in midorbit as the thanagarian security chief received a notice from Chief of State's office. Apparently the leader of the Rebellion was overwhelmed with the war, the senate and various committees. Despite the odds of feeling angry, Arlyn nodded and arranged a meeting with the leader at a later time.

"Tell the Security Headquarters I'll return at a later time." her voice was emotionless. It was not safe to be on the capital of the rebellion, especially with rumors of a Geonosian withdraw. "Helm, reverse course best speed." Her eyes scanned over the data reports on the sensor grid. If the Alliance was going to stop her, something would've moved by now.

"Engage coordinates for Nespis." she spoke and a millisecond later, the ship lurched into the blue realm of hyperspace. "Great work." she stated to her helmsman.

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The Sol D'Oro exited hyperspace in front of the Nespis world. The thanagarian brunette looked at the strange orb of a planet and she marveled how much it had changed since the beginning of the faction. It was a mere casino site and now, with the great and powerful influence of Sienar and Stresseman, it had changed into an idealistic democracy. Although the planet was at war with Petyr Baelish, a man whom Arlyn still respected, it was probably one of the safest worlds for her.

"Do not arm shields or weapons." Arlyn stated emotionless as her eyes watched the territory carefully, "Hail Jahan."

It was time to see if she had any relations with these people outside of the Alliance.

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Jahan had been standing on one of the balconies that stretched over Parliament Square, simply watching tens of thousands of people below, chatting, laughing, shopping. Behind them was the monolithic parliament building, which could accomodate over a million people. An impressive sight, and a monument to the unity of the Republic's citizens.

An aide ran up to Stresemann with a bleeping comlink. He looked suprised. Jahan took it from him and raised an eyebrow.

"Lady Alatáriël Pallanén and her ship, sir," said the aide, panting. He had obviously had to run all the way from the comm centre to the President's office to Defence Command before finally locating his target.

"Thank you," Stresemann replied, "You can take a break. Get a drink, son." The man nodded gratefully, saluted, and walked off toward one of the many nearby bars.

Stresemann lifted the comlink to his mouth and started walking briskly back to his office. There was a tram a minute away, which meant he could be there three minutes after that. "Lady Pallanén," he said, "This is a pleasant suprise."

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"Lady Pallanén," he said, "This is a pleasant surprise." Jahan Stressemann had said over the comms. The once emotionless facial expression on the thanagarian's face quickly changed so it was beaming with excitement. It was impressive that Stressemann had taken the transmission himself and Arlyn decided to take this as a good omen.

"It's Pallanén-Davad now, you know." she joked over the comms, "It's a pleasure, President Stressemann." Her voice hesitated for a moment, "I wish we could have met under different circumstances, but I require your assistance."

She took in a breath and looked at her XO, he nodded and they waited for his response.

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Jahan arrived in his office and hit the door seal button. He tinted the walls black to avoid lip readers, and took his seat. "Assistance?" he inquired.
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"More or less." Arlyn answered and she stood up, "I would prefer if we met and discussed this, President." I have little time she thought.
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Jahan nodded to himself. "That can be arranged immediately. You can send a shuttle to my personal landing pad, it's just a few hundred metres from my office."
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Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad nodded and with a graceful tone she responded, "Thank you President. Alatáriël out." as the connection was cut she looked to three of her bridge officers. "Karla. Yselia. Celicia. You're with me. Kriekas, you have the bridge." The geonosian clicked and the crew moved out behind the Lady of Geonosis.
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Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad and the fleet are now performing Beta-12 operations.
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Aboard the command deck, twin images of husband and wife rested within dark sillioutes. The male was wearing a cyber uniform that was specially designed and regulated from the Nespis faction, where the female had magnificent wings that countered the pure black uniform of Zerconian Command. Her fingers were clothed with a pair of vile gloves, with many gizmos attached inside. The black cloth around her index finger rose to her lips as her mind stretched to thoughts concerning the actions of her assets and closest allies. The war with the Empire was over, however, a new war had begun. The Hand.

Living a double life was a second nature to the thanagarian; once an intelligence agent for the Rebellion. Her eyes stared into the blue realm of hyperspace, yet her mind danced around the images of their upcoming mission. Relocating all her assets from the triad worlds of Geonosis, Manaan and Hypori would be extremely difficult, yet with the galaxy's problems nowadays, she would most likely go unnoticed. And those that did notice the movement, would be silenced by her almost perfection form of persuasion.

The man beside her was her loving husband and fully debriefed on the situation and the silent war they would be fighting together. He was a relentless warrior, but the lives of their children now depended on the victory of the conflict, and if they failed, their family would be destroyed. Her mind reflected on the essence of the Hand and the beginning to her presence aboard the Sol D'Oro.

Thousands of years ago, a man known as Milo Rambaldi was born and assisted in the creation of artificial life forms that would soon grow to populate the rich, then sold to the middle class. It was unknown if he was at the beginning of the droids or simply a creative mind that inspired more and more upgraded materials that lead to the way modern droids are modelled after.

Milo Rambaldi was also a spiritual man, set with an apparent divine purpose to build the galaxy's greatest machine known and would ever exist. It would be massive, yet intricate. Each piece was designed and required before the device would be able to function and deliver Rambaldi's greatest work and weapon. The Republic planned for all records of this technology were scheduled to be taken, erased and moved to their own secure facilities.

As the time grew near for the Republic's surprise, Rambaldi had built many devices, prophesied that the theft and decommission of the device would bring about two glorious new and secret factions throughout the galaxy. They would fight for hundreds of decades, in pure attempts to recover the artifacts of his work. Knowing that the Republic would attack and take his device, he fled. With the service of his supporters, he hid the parts throughout the galaxy. Believing the device was of the gods and would be rebuilt again in the future, he created a journal and sealed it inside of an unique chest for the one destined to recreate the device. Levias de Ang.

Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad blinked, the many thoughts rushing from her mind as the Corellian incident over came her.

She had recovered the chest with Rambaldi's journal and discovered a sword of valor. The sword was the key, a clue to the next part of the journey. It was also learned on the Corellian surface, she was the Angel of Levias, a ‘divine’ pupil of Rambaldi that would reconstruct the device or perish in the destruction of its wake by the Hand's misuse.

For almost one and half years, Alatáriël was unable to discover the nature of the key, the sword. Until now.

Reading late into the night two days ago, Alatáriël discovered a code used in one of the chest’s objects had accessed an ancient hologram which then gave the next leg of the journey through with a message of warning and caution for the Hand’s internal infiltration. Manaan held the answer and possibly the most significant of the artifacts. The thanagarian crossed her arms, knowing that three of her private solar sailors had been stolen and used to manipulate people that held knowledge of facility, something the Hand organization lacked.

As Milo Rambaldi fled from the world, his followers divided. His most loyal hiding the devices at the coordinates he had given him, while the others stole their devices and retreated to an unknown base of operations. It was there they attempted to reconstruct the device, yet their reverse engineering attempts failed and the nature of the device lost over time. It was then the creation of the Hand had formally started, and in opposition, Rambaldi's religious Loyals rose in protection of the ancient secrets. Wielding weapons of odd design, they fought. The battles whispered across the galaxy, but the required secrecy on both ends was necessary to stop the return of Galactic super powers from pursuing the work.

On the world of Dantooine, a massive battle was fought, an artifact had been discovered and Hand was not about to lose a piece of their slowly building puzzle. Both sides lost every asset, every individual, every knowledge of what had occurred on the surface. The device was thought to be destroyed and all hope of either restoring the device for the divine purpose, or for Hand's personal gain and control over the galaxy was thought to be foolish. Without each piece, the device could never be re assembled and the odds of creating a replica were impossible.

The Dantooine artifact was not destroyed, but in fact, a Loyal had survived the attack and moved the device to the surface of Manaan to one of Rambaldi's secret chambers. And now, Alatáriël had the key to that facility.

When both sides discovered the artifact existed...somewhere.... they began to rearm and reform their organizations to continue the duel of fates. Too much time had passed, knowledge of previous agents lost to both corruption and pure loss of will to continue in their old age. The Hand crippled on the brink of destruction and internal bidding of power. The Loyals were inspired, yet suffered a terrible blow of religious cleansing on one of their strongholds as their stockhold was attacked. Bombardments were ravaging their precious Rambaldi objects that had been safely guarded for thousands of years...now in the brink of absolute destruction.

Activating a device of Rambaldi, a primitive form of ion energy shot from the surface world and disabled the crusade vessels in orbit. A vessel shot from the planetside and set course for the Unknown Regions, something Rambaldi himself had done with the Oracle. They wished to search for the child and receive guidance. With their home obliterated by religious persecution and the knowledge of Rambaldi once so great, now dwindling, they grew desperate.

The Hand, returning from their verge of complete destruction, took advantage of the Loyal vessel. Setting a stage, they sent a transmission, creating an illusion of the Oracle reaching out to the precious followers and offered to lead them to a vessel of hope. The current Prophet at the time was naive and believed the message; setting and adjusting course, the ship docked with Hand's staged coupe. Within minutes, the Loyals were eliminated and the ship that carried all the precious materials and artifacts had been collected. It was, however, not the end of the Loyals. An agent of the Hand defected and brought news of the event to another Loyal facility, the last of Rambaldi's followers on the world of Chalacta.

It was here the newly ordained Prophet sent his people into hiding, sealed the ancient war of artificial supremacy and disassembled all knowledge of Rambaldi's artifacts, except their ancient scrolls and database that would be guarded for eternity. With the knowledge of the Levia's Angel coming in a thousand years, the prophet would prepare his organization to assist her against the growing power of the Hand.

And thus, Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad did fulfill such things. She arrived at Chalacta and received her ordained mission to complete Milo Rambaldi's works. To finish the device and complete the divine purpose Milo had instore for all of this generation.

The slipstream of the blue hyperspace disappeared and orange world of Geonosis appeared. Her thoughts of Rambaldi and the history, slowly fading as the current matters overcame her thoughts.

"Hail the Apex Vessels." Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad ordered without hesitation. And in a blink the Ssi-Ruuvi given vessels appeared. As per agreement, they followed behind the Sol D'Oro, as escorts. They were moving the most powerful supercomputer known to exist, and they weren't about to be pirated or sabotaged.

"Eve. Begin the temporary shut down sequence. My officers are going to land and prepare for transport." Alatáriël called over the ear transceiver. The computer acknowledged and Ryan shifted uncomfortably. The thought of being turned off was not appealing to him and he protested against Eve's temporary shut down sequence.

" All hands." she paused, the darkness of the bridge slowly leaving as the Geonosian sun peaked around the rings of Geonosis. "Begin Operation XIX."

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Just a notice, this vessel should be at Geonosis or Other Systems for Origin Zero. :P
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"Sir, we've completed Operation XIX. The last of your assets have been moved and the Golan III's are now under the decommission process." Ryan looked over the soldier's panel and agreed. The faster they were out of this system, the sooner Eve would be reactivated. And he promised to make it as quick as possible.

"Helm, set course for the second moon, maximum speed. We should have a small army on the surface and a prisoner ready for transport." Ryan sliced through the calm and professional atmosphere. The pilots engaged the maximum propulsion and they cruised through the missing mine field and passed several Golan III Battle Stations that were in mere pieces.

His wife remained at the edge of the plank, no doubt Geonosis and the last remnants of Calias Ketra on her mind. It was his world, not hers. And finally, they were leaving. Though, ironically, it was his birthplace. Taking a moment to put the last images of Geonosis in his processors, he watched from afar and waited for the prisoner to be retrieved and secured. With all hope, they'd be out of the system in about an hour.

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"The Prisoner is aboard. The army is in cargo bay three along with all the other supplies." a man spoke and handed a report to the cyber suited man, "Order XIX is complete, sir."

Alatáriël Pallanén-Davad walked from the plank and slowly approached the man that was speaking to Ryan. Her voice was cold and to the point, "Set course for Origin Zero."

"Aye Ma'am." the officer thought he'd never see the day they departed from Geonosis, but it had come more quickly than any anticipated. With a final glance, the Sol D'Oro disappeared into the familiar blue realm.


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The ship slowed from hyperspace as the Apex Class Dreadnaughts dropped closely behind them. Translating a message and dispersing it to the ships, the Apex vessels received a pair of coorinates and disappeared.

"They're enroute to the facility now." Ryan relayed to his wife. Her head remained motionless as she responded, "Excellent. Keeramak is keeping his end of the bargain."

"We can make the final jump to Origin Zero without being traced." Ryan remarked as the cloaking field wrapped across the vessel. With a nod from his wife, Ryan gave the order. "Pilots, make the jump."


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'Dreadnought' has an 'o'.
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