Sep

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

My laptop's dead Jim so no post till end of week when my new one arrives

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Posting tonight

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Okay everyone, new year is here, and it's time to get this candle lit.

2-week post deadline is back and active. I'm planning on having a post up tomorrow, and I hope all of you join me.

@HenryJonesJr

So when does our unofficial haitus end? Two weeks from you posting this. Asking for a friend.

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

Tyrell ran down the corridor, his gear flung lazily into a sling bag as he barged past people. His coat trail flapped behind him, slapping others as he ran past them. There were screams of objection and panic as he ran down the corridors, signs of looting and pillaging already evident. People taking advantage of the chaos, beings flung themselves ontop of eachother in fits of rage, passion, or both. The ones who didn't expect to make it out of this alive giving into whatever desires they had at the moment. He elbowed his way past a couple of beings that decided to block a corridor, tapping relentlessly on his wrist comm shouting at his droids. "Complete inventory of all ships currently still docked. Prioritise those who owe me a favour and I'm willing to work with." The droids beeped their objection. "I know you don't have a lot of time just do it."

Left hand slipping to his holster he flicked his blaster out and shot a security guard in the leg that had started to raise his weapon in his direction. The corridors continued to get more and more crowded the closer to the hangars that they got. It wasn't surprising, everything was starting to go askew. Everyone wanted off the ship, especially with the Imperial boarding vessels that he occasionally got the glimpse of out of the window. Eventually a hologram appeared beside his head. Elias Ordo. Ofcourse it was Ordo, out of all the people still on the ship who owed him a favour it had to be Ordo. He was never going to live this down, but desparate times called for desparate measures. "Let Ordo know I'm coming to collect, right now. Also that I'm coming in hot."

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

"I don't know what to believe Sir." The voice all clones shared, even without the filters in the helmet came out of his helmet. "I can't believe what Mevenn said about my brothers, about-" He looked at Mevenn and she had to look away from him. "-what our comrades did. I believe her though, in fact if you'd permit it sir I'd like to view her helmets footage. To see if they said anything, if so what and more specifically how they acted in the situation. Other than that Sir, what happens next is up to you. You're the General."

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I'll be posting in a couple of days, should work not murder me violently in a bloody mess.

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

Tyrell was tossing the room looking for what he needed. Two droids buzzed and beeped at him impatiently trying to give him his cue to leave. He waved them silent as the first hit to the station shook it. Shields holding, but they wouldn't hold for long. The Imperial Star Destroyers were the most powerful space faring vessels in recent history. Had KDY and the Republic Developed them sooner likely the Clone Wars would have been resolved much faster. He swore under his breath as he felt the object he had been playing with earlier fall out of his back pocket, bouncing on the floor and rolling away. He almost stretched for it but refused to give into that old muscle memory. Instead he turned to the droids who were still beeping continuously. "What is it?!" His voice came out harsher than intended, but he was already stressed and they weren't helping him calm down.

A hologram appeared off Xjena. She had a grin on her face that Tyrell found unsettling, he had rarely seen her wear it. It was callous and menacing. Things that Xjena rarely portrayed, it didn't serve her purposes to scare others away. Her danger was looking in such a way that it brought people closer, lowered their guard. This was the opposite of that, he had seen her pull this face only once before and he didn't like it. "Xjena, what is it? I'll be right there, I'm just looking for one or two things."

Her face went from malice to a feigned grimace. "That's just the thing, Tyrell." That wasn't a good sign. She always referred to him as Captain. "We're already leaving. Part of me hopes you survive, you were a good Captain. Taught me a lot, and the crew. You were just holding us back, only performing Imperial raids, there's a lot of softer targets out there. Some of them more lucrative too. So this is where we part ways."

Confusion washed over Tyrell. "You've caused mutiny, aboard my ship?"

"I think you'll find its my ship."

He forgot everything and approached the hologram, wishing he could grasp onto her neck and strangle the life out of her- He took a deep breath. He had to keep a level head, level heads produced results. "Listen here. If you take my ship, I'm coming for you. I'll hunt you down and send you to Hive-1, you and anyone else who thinks they can mutiny against me."

The Twi'lek shrugged. "I take it back then. I don't hope you survive." With that, the hologram terminated. The station shaking under a barrage of fire as the lights flickered off, replaced by the red of emergency lighting.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Tavick turned to the gruff scarred man who promptly informed him that the Republic had turned into the Empire, the war was over and the Separatists were gone. That made no sense, the war seemed to have no end when his ship had crashed. The Republic, with the Jedi were operatives to what Tavick now knew off as the Ashla. Before simply he would have regarded it as the Force, but the Sijins taught him that there were two different forces that made up the Force. The Ashla and the Bogan. Light and the Dark. From the feelings many of the sages were having the Empire were operatives of the Bogan. What the Bartender and this man said matched up with the growing sense of dread and doom the sages were sensing, the reason Tavick had left Sanctuary to venture out into the more populated areas of the planet. So far he wasn't liking what he saw.

His trials were to find the source of this spreading disease, see if he could halt it and right now he didn't have a lot of hope. As the man gestured Tavick sat himself between the arachnoid being and the scarred human. "I know these parts more than I care to admit. It may not be my original home, or the one I chose but it's the one I have. The Galaxy may have changed more than I knew, but that doesn't change what I have to do." Tavick sighed as he tipped his head back as the glass approached his lips downing the rest of his drink before standing. "Now I need to find the things I need."

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Orbit
Venator Star Destroyer - Obstinate

Governor Lyra Atorn stood on the bridge of her vessel as she watched the fleet of Mining Guild vessels go past, some carrying Ore Crawlers while others carried parts of the prefabricate base they would be setting up on her new world. Others had scoffed at her for campaigning to gain control of this sector, but with no Republic Representation during it's reign she easily managed to secure the mining rights for ninety-five percent of the planets landmass. There were concerns in the senate about the 'native' population but thanks to the reports that Lyra had sent back to Coruscant it was clear that the wave of criminal immigrants had wiped out whatever was left of the natives years before the Separatists arrived.

A hologram appeared beside her and she had to do her best to prevent the look of disgust translating to her face as the distinctly non-human representative of the Mining Guild appeared. "Foreman."

The being bowed it's 'head' in what she assumed was a respective gesture. "Governor."

"I hear there's delays." Straight to the point, Lyra didn't want this conversation lasting any longer than it had too.

"We're having labour difficulties. The terrain is harsh, and this world is far from most of our territory. Many sectors between our primary workforce-" The implied meaning being slaves. She nodded, slave labour taught people their place. It was a respectable form off punishment. "-still hold to old Republic Laws, meaning that we cannot relocate the necessary workers."

Lyra waved her hand dismissivly. "I'll speak to the Colonel to round some people up in Woln for you."

There was pause from the foreman. "What will you tell Coruscant?"

Examining her nails she looked up at the being. "The usual, Rebel Sympathisers." With that the hologram was cut off. She sighed as she walked out of the bridge, within the hour Stormtroopers would begin rounding up individuals in Woln from all the possible Rebel cesspits. Taverns, workshops, gambling arenas, gladiator pits. Beaurcracy was so tiresome, she wasn't looking forward to the paperwork. The payoff would be worth it however.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

I'm aiming to post tomorrow but I've got a ten hour shift so we'll see if I manage

Star Wars - Edge of the Law

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