Space E-war

[dinoman666]

Grievous followed Fox, growling, "Oh look, back at Trandosha. How convenient..." After a moment, he said, "This whole plan was a bit extravagant, wasn't it? I mean, keeping a fake kidnapping a secret isn't too difficult, is it?"

[TyrannoTitan]

"It is. Although you are not an enemy, we aren't stupid, General. Allowing you to communicate with the others would risk the entire operation. As for my involvement, it was simply to manipulate things to push Raven into a vulnerable situation. But after you had the Malevolence head out alone, it was a chance I was unable to pass up." Fox explained as he walked, heading into the small hanger were his personal craft was docked, greeted immediately by the crab drone, who scuttled on board without a word. Fox followed it into the craft, intending on leaving the Tarantula sentry altogether, as it was needed elsewhere...

[dinoman666]

Grievous followed Fox, saying, "Still, I don't think wrecking the Hyperdrive even more was necessary. That's an expensive piece of equipment, you know."

[TyrannoTitan]

"I needed time for the others to arrive...if the hyperdrive was active, the opportunity would be gone in a flash, now wouldn't it?" Fox responded, sitting down in the pilot's chair, while the crab drone itself had seemingly attached itself to the ship's systems, acting as a portable AI for the craft. The ship rose out of the hanger, revealing a massive asteroid field, specifically a gargantuan asteroid only a short distance away, larger then the Tarantula sentry that they had departed from. The ship roared off toward the asteroid, heading for a small opening on its side, the tarantula disappearing into hyperspace once more...

[dinoman666]

Grievous stood behind Fox, saying, "It was already disabled, and that would've taken a few minutes in and of itself." Crossing his arms, the cyborg added, "And you destroyed one of my commandoes, yet another expensive piece of hardware that will be difficult to replace."

[TyrannoTitan]

"An...unfortunate loss, I assure you." Fox said somewhat automatically, landing the ship within the hanger. The hanger itself was white, untouched, almost scarily bland and sterile. No signs of any others, mechanical or otherwise, were present in the area. Getting out of the pilot's chair, Fox gestured for Grievous to follow, leaving the crab drone, which was still integrated with the craft, to run diagnostics on any and all functions...

After walking down a few corridors, all of which were as white and bland as the hanger, they came to an equally bland room, complete with a bed, couch, and dresser, obviously built for something a little more human then the cyborg. "The Council's estate, used for the few organic authorities we have." Fox explained, gesturing to the room, which branched off into a number of other rooms, which had basic living accommodations, including a typical galactic television set, which was common in most public planets, but very strange for a military-style base like this. "Now, you will find all you need within these few rooms. Unaha-Closp will be the main authority here, so address all your concerns with him. Are there any more questions you wish to ask?" Fox stated, arms folded yet again, staring hard at Grievous...

[dinoman666]

Grievous replied, "No. All I hope is that you keep the TGDA out of this conflict. As much as I despise Revan, I would not prefer being the one who would break a cease-fire between us."

[TyrannoTitan]

"Understandable. If all goes to plan, the TGDA will not break their pact with the Empire, and Revan will get what he rightfully deserves. Now, I will return to Transhoda as fast as possible. Good luck, General." Fox said, nodding at the cyborg before heading out of the door, which sealed shut behind him.

Face plate once again covering his face, Spectre boarded his personal craft, the crab drone reporting that all systems were ready, soaring out of the hanger as he prepared for the journey back to Transhoda...

[dinoman666]

Grievous continued standing, not requiring to sit, instead pacing back and forth, thinking about the recent events...

[The Kingpin]

Serephir, having only just returned to his own home in the apartment block in the capital city, noted a call through his gauntlet computer. puzzled, he responded. "What is it?" he asked as he sat down on his bed, which had been kept impeccably clean by the drones that operated in the facility. "Um...General, we have a communication attempt from the TGDA" responded the communications director. "Patch them in" he said. a low pitched beep marked that he was connected. "This is General Serephir" he said...

[dinoman666]

"Serephir?" hissed Lissarkh, staring at the console screen. "We have an issue: Grievous has been captured by an unknown force, and I can't communicate with him."

[The Kingpin]

Serephir fell silent for a short while, thinking. "How did it happen?" he asked...

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh frowned. "He went willingly, I think. I don't know why, but I think he might have an idea. I know he's alive, that much is certain. I can sense him through the Force."

[The Kingpin]

"I see...Lissarkh, make sure the TGDA Fleet is kept on full alert. the moment word gets out that the TGDA Faction Head has been captured by an enemy force, every faction not friendly or allied to you will probably come diving in wanting a piece of the action. as soon as i finish my business on Vardia, i'll head back to Trandosha and we'll deal with it from there" said Serephir, getting up and starting up a small desk-inlayed computer on the other side of the room from the bed, entering the password and fingerprint\Optical verifications and starting up the Emergency Control System, planning to contact Vardian High Command. it looked like his week long holiday had just been blown to bits...

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh nodded, and added with a sheepish smirk, "Bad timing, isn't it?" She tapped a couple of commands into the console, ordering all TGDA ships to go on full alert, weapons at the ready for anything they saw as a threat...

[Anaclagon]

Revan faced the wall, standing. He was in in the grand council meeting room that was made for Revan and his elite Sith lord council. His hood was down and his mask removed. The Dark Lord closed his eyes...feeling the exhaustion. He wanted to rest. The other 12 Sith lords watched, looking at the Sith.
One Sith Spoke, also wearing a mask but easily the tallest amoung the 13. His voice was not human but something else...something far darker and more evil. It was that of ancient sith. The question however was directed to Revan.
"The cease fire with Grievous and his allies are to remain that way. There is no reason to break the agreement simply because the Vong are no longer a problem. They moved away from Known space once more and moving their efforts elsewhere. They will be back but not for a while which gives us a chance to rest and then recover and now prepare. The Vardians have proved to be very power and with the TGDA, their combined power proves great...almost too great. What's worse is that Shadow Haven has also been in alliance with Grievous. The campaign against them showed how badly we are capable of failing if we come unprepared. I intended for a much and better prepared invasion but the great alliance between them means I'll just get assualted by more fractions"
Revan stated. The Sith then raised his hood and with a simple use of the force, his mask flew to him, coming from the round table in the middle of the room. "Then its best you rest my lord...you may never know when you are needed. If the cease fire stays in check then we shall work on on increasing the strength of our forces and workings on the colonies beyond the outerim" One Sith stated.
Revan slightly nodded and proceeded to leave. Its about time he got actual sleep. But as Revan moved out of the room...the Sith lords looked at each other. "We have...unconfirmed reports of something going with the droids. But with Revan's health and due to the cease fire, we withdrew any more investigation" A sith lord reported.
"Keep your mouths silenced...let Revan rest, heal his wounds. Soon enough...he'll be back in action as usual" Another Sith Lord replied. They nodded, understating the situation. Soon they began to leave the room and do as they were told from previous orders.

[The Kingpin]

"I was planning a day at the beach today, or a night on the town. that plan's gone" said Serephir with a chuckle. as the window opened on the computer screen, Aragren turned up. "Oh, Serephir. wanted to talk so soon? i thought you'd've wanted to rest after i met you at the port" responded the man. "Aragren, we have a situation on our hands. delay the plans to have the Executioner worked on. i need it refueled and prepared to leave for Trandosha as soon as possible, along with a small fleet of support ships to bolster the TGDA Ranks" said Serephir. "What's happened? ANOTHER random powerhungry alien fleet come to take the planet?" asked Aragren as he sent out the order on the control panel on his end. "Grievous' been captured by an unknown enemy force. if we don't at least go there to provide some cover support it could end up like the Vielnouve Massacre all over again, on a planetary scale" responded Serephir. Aragren's eyes widened slightly, remembering the most devastating battle in the Vardian resistence's history against the Sardanian Empire. after the King's father's capture and public execution by a Sardanian Officer and Assassin, the sheer drop in morale made the resistence fold on itself in that area, quickly getting slaughtered by the approaching Sardanian army. "You'll need to wait about 36 hours while they finish. spare parts were made for the Executioner ages ago, but they've already begun the repair process. according to them, even with the entire shipyard shutting down it's other projects and focusing solely on the Executioner, you'll need to wait a day. refuelling and reactor and generator checks will be done near the end of the repair job, and i'll have the armed forces replaced, armed and ready for departure the moment the Executioner leaves the shipyard" said Aragren. Serephir nodded. "Thanks, Aragren. let me know as soon as everything's ready" he said. Aragren nodded, and the connection ended. "Well, you heard him. i'll be stuck here for about 36 hours, a whole Vardian day, before i can get to you. send the call to the Revenge to remain alert. tell them it's an Opus Tieve situation. they'll know what to do from there" he said to Lissarkh...

[dinoman666]

"I'll get right on it," replied Lissarkh, sending a message to the Revenge, following Serephir's instructions...

[The Kingpin]

"Keep me informed on any developments if they should arise. As much as i hate it, it might be a good idea to contact Revan. with his forces, he'll very likely be able to reach you before i can" said Serephir. he hit a button on the wall, the curtains drawing. 36 hours was plenty of time for him to rest, swim, perhaps even get to visit a friend or two before leaving again...

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh nodded and ended the communications. Next, she reluctantly sent a message to Revan, considering she had to tell all allies of the TGDA...