STGOD: The Phoenix Wars (Chapter IV)

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Coruscant.

Far from Coruscant Metro, where the battle still rages between Imperial Ground Forces and endless wave of morphing Shog-Oths, an officer is hurriedly packing his belongings in a planetary shield power station.

The officer is in panic; he realizes he cannot escape the planet as the planetary shield is fully closed again, while opening another 'hole' is out of question; not after he seen the horror on the street through the Holo-TV. He curses himself for what he has done; probably he shouldn't have done it, but these people have promised to pay his gambling debt......

"Going somewhere?"

The next thing he hears is a muffled blaster gunshot, then everything goes dark.

The Cigarette-Smoking Man merely frowns on the dead body before him, then he lits a cigarette and inhales it deeply.

[Ra]

*Per-Ra*

Back on Ra's throne world, Leia had been searching in vain for Galadriel. She stormed down the expansive halls of Ra's Palace of the Sun, finally catching up to the Goa'uld, who was busy getting his hair combed by servants.

"Ra."

"You mustn't desturb him at this moment," a servant warned.

"Let her in," Ra replied dismissively. He then turned to her. "Yes?"

"Where's Galadriel? I need to talk with her."

"In the gardens. The Elf is always wandering through my gardens. She has a certain appreciation for nature that baffles me."

"Thanks."

Moments later, Leia wandered into the winding, vast gardens behind Ra's palace. It was now night, and the stars were shining brightly. As Leia walked through the park, she briefly marvelled at the beauty of the garden. Certainly, it didn't look like Ra's doing. While the design of the palace was certainly in his character, with smooth white walls and gold decorations, framed by two giant obelisks and statues of cats and of his likeness; the garden seemed far different, full of trees, flowers, and running water. The only sign of Ra's doing was the paths, and a giant sundial that was now cast in shadow.

Walking on, she came into a dense grove of trees, and a small waterfall. It seemed lit up somehow. Then, looking at the clear stream she saw a fair, long hand in the running water. Galadriel was sitting on a stone, looking right at her.

"Princess Leia," Galadriel greeted with a warm, yet stern smile. "I have wished to speak with you."

"Actually, I've been looking all over the palace for you."

"I abhor the cold halls of the young Goa'uld, and his star vessels with their recycled air. Under the Stars, am I content. Even these alien stars."

"Something tells me Ra didn't make this garden."

"Ra, the one who masquerades as the Sun? Burning and scorching his lands to his content?" Galadriel laughed. She had always found the very notion of Ra, a male alien pretending to be the female Sun, amusing. "No. It was I that wished for this garden, as it is a place to recover from times of peril and torment."

Leia took a seat on a bench across from Galadriel. "I... saw something when we were coming here. A vision, like I have never seen before."

"Would you share with me the details of this?"

Leia nodded slightly. "I saw a strange light. It took form, like person... but fair and tall, like one of your people. He then seemed to darken, and his eyes filled with wrath. They filled with blue, dark light. He seemed to change, and become more dark, until he seemed to... mutate into something hideous and beast-like. That's all I saw before I woke. It was disturbing... on a level I've never seen."

"He was one of the Maiar. What we now know as 'Guardians' were once fair lords of the sky. They set from Middle-earth long ago. And were corrupted by evil, and their loathing of the Being of Fire."

"That's what it meant? A vision of the past?"

Galadriel answered telepathically. "Yes. You have seen in brief the evil that befell these Maiar, and their leader Sdenna Asarr, a servent of Manwe and Varda." She then spoke the rest. "He wished to leave Middle-earth, for Varda spoke of others beings, Children of Illuvatar born not on Middle-earth, but among the many stars of the heavens. It was Sdenna's mission to look out for the Elves and Men born among the stars."

"How did I see all of that?"

"There is a power within yourself, young Leia, a power that allows you to see things that have, that are, perhaps in time even some things which may be."

"I've had people, even my brother, tell me that I'm a Force-adept. But I've never desired to use that power."

"What you call the Force, what Men of old called 'magic', yes. I do not ask of you to fight as a... Jedi, as your people call them. I do not even ask of you to contain the Being of Fire, for that is a terrible responsibility and one that would wiegh upon you unlike any burden you could imagine. But I do ask of you to unchain yourself.

To look deep inside your mind, and lower the veil you have placed over yourself."

Leia certainly didn't want to do this. She hated her hidden power, and almost wondered if these people wanted her solely for her Force-adeptitude.

"No, for that is not why I have called you here," Galadriel answered. "All I ask is for you to look into my eyes..."

Leia then looked deep into Galadriel's timeless blue eyes. The garden faded to white...

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Leia then looked deep into Galadriel's timeless blue eyes. The garden faded to white...

The Sith Inquisitor is getting an upper hand, "you are weak."

Darth Kreshna tries hard to hold his ground, "you will never defeat me!"

The Sith Inquisitor suddenly releases his press, catching Darth Kreshna off-balance. He then kicks the hilt of Kreshna's lightsaber, throwing it away. The Sith Inquisitor then twists his body around, and the very same foot now lands on Kreshna's chin, knocking him to the ground.

"And why not?" The Sith Inquisitor's lightsaber blade is now merely inches from Kreshna's throat, "I don't need you anymore. We have been too weak. Now there'll be no you, only me."

"Then go ahead, finish what you have started." Darth Kreshna stares defiantly into the Sith Inquisitor's eyes.

"Can't wait to see Irene, hmm?" The Sith Inquisitor replies mockingly, "the problem is; does she miss you as well? What if she's never really waiting for you on the other side? Face it, Kreshna. She's nothing but a disloyal bitch who's jumping from a guy's arms to another; first Captain Patterson, and now Ra. Not to mention her mother treated you like a shit. She never really loves you anyway; deal with it."

"LIAR!!!!"

As Darth Kreshna yells, his lightsaber, which has been lying on the grass, ignites by itself then lurches into the Sith Inquisitor. The Sith Inqisitor stares blankly as the llightsaber stabs his back; the blade pokes out of his chest.


But then, the Sith Inquisitor merely snickers, "You think you can kill me? Fool! You shall never get rid of me. I am you, and you are me. We are simply parts of the whole."

He then grabs the lightsaber blade with a bare hand, pulling it from his chest, "the difference is that I am simply stronger. See? Love has made you weak. You want to know what love is all about? Love leads to pain and irrationality and mistakes; it is a malfunction of the highest order. The Sith believes in hatred."

With those words, The Sith Inquisitor throws the lightsaber away, then extends his arms. Lightning bolts arch from his fingers, striking at Darth Kreshna with amazing ferocity. While Kreshna writhes in pain, a familiar laughter can be heard in the background.


Sidious.



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Aboard the Death Star, Darth Kreshna's vital signs again show peculiar fluctuations, only this time it is more violent than the previous. Borg drones and medical droids have tried various method of sedation on the comatose patient, but they know their combined effort has been futile as Kreshna's heartbeat rate reaches a level that would kill normal people, while blood starts flowing from his eyes and ears.

There is simply nothing they can do.


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Coruscant's orbit.

The Guardian fleet are pressing their way as the Space Dragon is wreaking havoc on the defending Imperial ships. The Empire is fighting a desperate battle as reinforcements are still many hours away; their only hope is Coruscant's impenetrable planetary shield, which stands defiantly against Guardian's bombardment. If the defending force is perished, they hope the shield will be strong enough to withstand the Guardians until reinforcements arrive.

But then again, as if combating the Guardian's living ships is not surreal enough, another strange phenomenon comes to their notice as a swirling, chaotic, gigantic mass of flame suddenly bursts out amidst the formation of Guardian ships, incinerating those unlucky enough to be caught in its fiery maelstorm. Even the mighty Space Dragon swerves aside to avoid the searing heat of the swirling inferno.

As everybody is caught in surprise, they slowly recognize that the swirling flame vaguely shapes like a bird; a furious bird that is not actually fighting the Guardians, but writhing and screaming as if the bird is struggling with its own pain and anguish.

Yet the bird's chilling, tormented cry is peculiarly human; a human's voice that is strangely familiar among the Imperial high-ranks.

And the mournfoul voice is calling a name.

A female's name.

A name that some would recognize as the widow of the late Captain Patterson.

[Ra]

Thought and idea had merged. Time seemed to fade away.

"Focussing in your mind, all becomes clear. See what is around you, flowing like clear water. All you need to do, is to see into that sea of thought, and look past the waves."

The white had faded, replaced by an image of space. Two figures spiraled toward a planet. Then, she saw Ra, eating and mostly enjoying himself. It seemed to be morning already, but that concern didn't enter her mind. Suddenly, he seemed sullen and in pain. He was no longer in royal garbs, but in the clothes of a soldier. Then she saw something else. The Death Star, wreathed in fire. It seemed to shimmer and glow, until a bright, birdlike aura formed, seeming to come right at her. The terrible flames grew, and seemed to envelop her; it appeared inescapable. Suddenly, the glowing sphere was replaced by the deep blue sparkle of Galadriel's eyes.

"Many things you have seen. Only the Wise can sort through the myriad of visions. Yet I know what you have seen, and you I."

The song of running water had returned. It was now dawn. The two had not moved for several hours.

"What was that? The Phoenix?"

"Yes. Consuming and evil it is. The Phoenix seeks to consume all life to feed its vile hunger. This is the enemy that now threatens the all peoples of the universe."

"I understand. But..."

Galadriel smiled. "I have only opened your eyes. Come."

Then, offering a hand, Galadriel stood, and they departed the garden. Ra stood on a balcony, seeing that they had finally moved.

"They've been down there for hours, meditating together."

"Yes. Princess Leia has had trouble overcoming several things. Her brother's death, the destruction of her Alliance, and the life she has chosen; one of politics and bureaucracy, rather than the one that she had been thrust into in younger days. The Lady Galadriel has shown her only what is in herself."

"She was found to become the next Phoenix host, right?"

"Leia has a role in this Quest, one that Galadriel Wisest among the Firstborn has seen. Though, if Leia chose such a path, it would be hers to bear. Galadriel, and I, will not force anyone on such a fate, for it is too terrible to imagine. The future is not yet clear to us. Not even to I, the Black Sorceress. Even the wisest cannot see all ends, as the White Wizard would say. But Leia could not have a better friend and mentor, save Melian the Maia herself. Together, they are a force against the Guardian Archmage. And the time will come that they will perhaps face him."

"And you?"

"No. That is not a road I will take. Long have I travelled the stars, as a messenger to Varda. My mission is to tell them of what cannot be seen beyond the veil, and to herald the day of the trial. That, and my final task. Of that, I will not speak. Let us greet the Lady below."

Finally, Amiwen and Ra left the balcony, the female Istari's black staff tapping against the floor as she went.
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OOC: Kresh, I'm leaving this nice and open. If you want Leia to bear the Phoenix in the end, aka my plan, that is still possible. But if you have other plans, I'm purposely leaving it open for you to do so. PM me if you wish to discuss.

[Robert Walper]

Surrounding the great tower of Sauron was a flow of lava that would daunt even the bravest army. And it was towards this super heated liquid rock that two figures plunged, seemingly out of control. The clash of a red lightsaber and energy lined A'Millin blade lit up the characters as they fought a life and death struggle. They fell close to the forbidding bridge that lead into the lair of the Dark Lord. One of the figures extended a free hand, and as if suddenly connected via rope, both figure's plunge ceased and turned into a giant swing underneath the bridge, although the speed was still great. They began to accelerate upwards on the opposite side.

Adam kicked out with his foot, breaking Walper's grip and sending him hurling through the air towards the tower. Adam continued the swing, landing smoothly on his feet on the bridge. The Sith Borg hit the base of a miniture tower that deviated from the main one. His bone crunching impact knocked the wind out him, having lived only by his artificial construction and Force abilities.

Adam leapt into the air, closing upon Walper's fallen position with his mastery of flight. Robert rose to his feet as well, preparing to retake the advantage of the fight. But before he could gain a proper defensive position, two bolt of lightening stuck him from the above dark clouds, again hurling him to his feet, while Adam landed safely and began to advance quickly.

Robert rose, turning and facing the advancing A'Millian with a looked of quiet hatred unlike his previous expressions of contempt and anger. His free hand clenched into a fist repeatedly. Suddenly Adam's advance stopped as his found it impossible to push through some invisible barrier. Far above in orbit, Borg vessels began to lose ground quickly as the protection of the Sith's Force abilities faded.

"This has gone on long enough." Walper said with malice. His lightsaber flew through the air, smacking into the A'Millian. Only Adam's split second reaction of channeling all power into his personal defenses prevented him from being cleaved in two. But the force of the hit sent him hurling into the tower behind him. The base of the small tower crumpled like tin foil under the grip of the Force, and began to fall upon Walper's opponent. Adam scrambled up it's typically unclimbable surface, manuvering himself on the upper side as it crashed against the main tower. Robert leapt, landing behind Adam, and delivered a powerful kick that sent his opponent several meters higher up the edge of the tilted tower. The Borg advanced, and Adam was forced to retreat. While now at a severe disadvantage, Adam could sense the Guardians now taking full advantage of the Borg cube armada having lost one of it's most effect means of countering them. Adam swung his blade at Robert, but the Sith blocked it effortlessly, back handing the A'Millian to the ground.

I must keep him focused here thought Adam, rising but not without a great deal of pain. He decided the best means of doing so would be to keep the Sith's attention upon his retreat, and play the part as much as possible. If there was one thing Adam had learned, it was that Lord Walper was most attentive when enjoying a distinct advantage over his foe. Adam began to climb the main tower's side at a rapid pace, while the Borg behind him followed close. Both would only stop temporarily when the occasional swing or parry forced them to maintain position. Despite the tower's great height, they reached the top in mere moments. Adam climbed over the edge, the great eye only meters above his head. The howling wind and fiery breath of the eye combined with the unlevel surface made foothold a precarious effort. Robert's form leapt upwards, landing before his opponent.

"No where left to run, Adam." he said coldly. Adam only smiled. "It's over Robert. Your fleet is lost, and the Borg Collective will not survive."

Robert hesistated, realizing he'd completely ignored his above fleet. Using the Force and his physical connection, he reached out to determine their status. The Borg armada was in full retreat, and being decimated by the Guardian ships despite their best tactics. The cubes had been reduced to a mere couple hundred, and victory for them was beyond salvage. Concentrating, he reinforced the remaining cubes with enormous Force energy, but this only allowed them to barely hold their own with the reduced numbers. Unfortunately, this was exactly what the A'Millian had been waiting for.

The Guardian's strength flowed through Lord Adam, and he delievered a powerful kick to Walper's chest, crashing him against one of the pillars that held the great eye in it's place. With his strongest effort, he swung down and send Walper's remaining lightsaber blade sailing into the vast expanse down below. Adam's blade closed upon Walper throat, mere inches away. Robert lay back, his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"The oppression of your plans will not be tolerated. You have lost...my Lord." Adam said, his applied term of Lord said mockingly.

"No, no...NO you will DIE!" Robert roared. And with that, his hands moved forward, hurling greenish bolts of Force lightening at Adam. The blast pushed back Adam's blade, but he gripped it with all his might. He couldn't hope to match the sheer power of the lightening, but he applied his accumulated knowledge of energy feats, allowing the majority of the energy to flow around him rather than attempting to stop it. It trailed across his personal defenses, and it flickered into the sky, lighting up the dark clouds. Walper poured even more energy into the attack, and Adam continued to push forward with his remaining strength, his blade again closing upon his adversary.

Sweat poured off of Robert's brow as the enormous energy he fed into his enemy seemingly did not win him the contest. How Adam could perform the feat, Walper could not figure out. His response was typical of that of the Sith, and he simply applied more power. Finally, he ceased and the lightening disappated. Again Lord Adam's blade closed to Walper's exposed neck.

"I'm going to end this once and for all." Adam said coldly.


Above the planet, the Death Star dropped out of hyperspace. It's surface guns began chewing into the Guardian fleet, while the main super laser blasted the largest Guardian ship into debris. The Guardians began an immediate retreat...the Imperial station was far too powerful too counter even with their most intense efforts. The remaining Borg fleet has little to do other than sit back and let the fleet killing battlestation do it's work. The Force energy that had gripped them and provided protection again faded away. But it was no longer needed.


Adam looked down upon his opponent. Lord Walper was far too dangerous to be left alive. He swung back his blade, ready to deliver the killing blow that would put an end to the Borg master.

The last flickers of Force lightening in the clouds illuminated that which Adam did not see or sense. A monstrous figure was behind him, it's massive mace swinging down. The huge blade connected with Lord Adam's arm, severing it at the elbow and sending his weapon flying into the expanse as had Robert's lightsaber earlier.


Adam cred out in agony. The loss of the limb was excruciating, as if the blade itself had infected him with pain. The black figure's huge hand closed around Adam's throat, lifting him into the air. Sauron's empty eyes greeted Adam's gaze through his waves of pain, and the One Ring glowed on Sauron's finger, burning the A'Millian flesh it touched.

Lord Walper smiled, as if the entire event had been his planning all along. His face twisted as he extended his right arm.

"POWER!!!" Robert yelled, and more greenish Force lightening leapt from his fingers, impacting Adam's body. The dark energy envoloped him, causing his entire body to shake and convulse, his mind blinded to anything beyond the agony. He screamed.

Robert's seond hand came up, and also unleashed the green energy of death. The intensity increased incredibly, even more powerful than the lightening Adam had barely defeated before. The A'Millian's features twisted as the raw force mutilated his form.

"UN...LIMITED....POWER!!" Robert raged. Sauron remained unaffected by the energy absorbed by Adam's body. The armored black Lord released his grip. Lord Adam, his body ravaged by bolts of Force lightening, was hurled hundreds of meters into the sky and away from the tower. The figure continued to spark and glow, but quickly darkened as it plummeted to the distant ground below.

Lord Walper smiled. Clenching his fists, he slammed them to his sides into the pillar he lay against, the counterforce of his strike rising him to his feet. He appeared unaffected by the fight. He gazed at the expanse that had claimed his adversary. "You have done well, Lord Sauron." he said. The black figure nodded almost imperceptible. Robert grinned as two new light saber hilts appeared in his hands through a Borg transporter beam.

"We have work to do." he said.

[Destructionator XV]

A'millian starships have been fighting behing the Guardian ships, advancing on the Borg, now close to the planet, when on one of the bridges a captian exclaims:

"HOLY FUCK, THAT'S A DEATH STAR! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!"

The Death Star is eating through the Guardians as one of the A'millians make one last flyby over the planet while the others go to warp speed in the direction where the Death Star isn't.

The ship closest to the planet beams aboard their battered Lord then warps away, leaving the Death Star to have fun with itself.

[Ra]

*Avaris Prime*

Ra's fleet was being assembled for a new offensive. The Supreme System Lord was himself aboard the Vengeance, examining a small device.

"This is the device you requested, m'lord," reported Captain Kar'm.

"Excellent. Then we are ready. I'll inform Princess Leia."

"M'lord? May I ask what this is?"

"Something that will improve our fortunes in this war. And it is you that I must ask to do me a favor. I need you to fly the Asgard shuttle to some predetermined coordinates, and beam this device down into the Guardian Master Nexus. You're been told about the mission.

But you are my best pilot, and a skilled navigator. You're also about the only person I can trust to carry it through. But this is a volunteer mission. I won't order you to do this."

Kar'm nodded, but she wasn't backing down. "We've been through far worse, m'lord. I'll do as you ask."

*Per-Ra*

While Ra's fleet was off many lightyears away, the capital was protected by only a few Ha'taks, and surface defenses. Galadriel was in her private room, still examining some of the details of the Oracle she had found on the Moon. Studying the incomplete data, she was writing down her own notes, attempting to complete the work Sdenna had done possibly ages prior, before he was corrupted to evil.

Suddenly, the room vanished in a flash of light. Standing, Galadriel saw herself surrounded by Jaffa brandishing staff-weapons. A large, scowling Jaffa stood before her, clad in robes.

"At last, we have you. The false-goddess Galadriel."

[Robert Walper]

Having destroyed several Guardian ships unable to get away in time, the Death Star's barrage ceased and it assumed a stationary orbit over the planet Mordor.



Below on the planet's surface, Borg facilities continued analysing and refining their understanding of Orc and Uruk-Hai DNA. Already it had proved enormously useful; the Borg armada that had engaged the Guardian attack fleet had been completely unaffected by their song. Borg drones had been altered genetically with aspects of Orc and Uruk-Hai DNA, and the results had proven positive. Lord Walper suspected the effect might even prove as a means of hindering the Pheonix's ability to drain life energy. Why this was so was still somewhat of a mystery. But from what Robert had gathered from Sauron's own insights and historical records, there was a strong possibility the Pheonix had at one time tried to feed upon Middle Earth long ago. The result had been the mutation of certain races that ended up lacking life energy, and apparently Orcs and Uruk_Hai were offshoots of this effect.

[Dark Silver]

Above Coruscant:

The battle raged on, despite the appearence of the firey Pheonix Aura. Guardian and Imperial ships blazed for moments in the depths of space, their burned out hulks consumed as their various sources of power was compromised and their weapons cooked off.

A Guardian System Seige ship drove through the amassed fleets, it's weapons and armor seemingly more powerful than any other in the fleet, shields and hull plating deflecting weapons fire with ease, it's own monstrous weapons ports unleashing destruction and death to all who lay in it's path. The ship was massive, even compared to the other titanic ships of the two fleets, almost on the scale of the Space Dragon.

The Dragon itself, continued on it's rampage through the Imperial ships, it's plasma based breath weapon tore through Imperial deflectors with ease, even as it's clawed tore open the hulks of ships. It reveled in the destruction it caused, the turbolaser blasts were shrugged off the heavily armored form.

----In Hyperspace---

He stood upon the bridge of his ship, the Shog-Oth surronding him, doing thier duties as nessacry. Half of his altered Guardian vessals continued on thier way to Amilia Prime, to sow descent, yet his ship and it's escort continued onto Coruscant.

His senses streches the countless lightyears to the planet, always focused on the Pheonix and it's host. He alone witnessed it's disappearence from the planet, and he was not pleased.

"So....the Borg think they can keep my prize away from me? No matter....

As weakened as he was earlier, expending his power across he expanse of the galaxy, he knew what must be done. the Empire had to be routed, and the Guardian's attentions had to be focused upon the Borg....they had the Pheonix, they must be eliminated and the Pheonix brought to him.

Streching his powers again, he began to reweave Reality, his own insite and will molding what would be....

--Over coruscant--

The Spacr Dragon and the Seige Ship stopped over the northern magnetic pole of Coruscant, their own weapons swiping out at Imperial ships and defense platforms, spherical explosions filling the blackness of space.

Both stopped, as the fabric of Reality twisted about them, the blackness, puncutated only by the flashes of weapons fire and the light of distant stars, warped, energy crackling between the two. The hulks began to move closer together, as the spatial disturbance increased, colors appearing where none where before, purples, greens, blues and reds, a Warp Storm of untold power, the energy glowing as bright as a newborn star.

The storm raged for minutes, Guardiand and imperial ships caught on it's fringes where obliterated, and when it finally cleared, a new, monstrous being stood where two where once.

Gleaming in the light of weapons and the distant stars, a massive robot form appeared, easily dwarfing most moons, and all ships present, it's horned head and gleaming green eyes focused upon Coruscant, and through all the communication panels of the system, a booming voice was heard, For the time, I have spared your wretched lil planet of Coruscant. Now you will witness, it's dismantlement.

((OOC: Look out! It's a even more powerful version of Unicron! Yes, the Real Unicron, not the crappy version ported by Transformers: Armada, Energon and Cybertron))

With the coming of the Habringer, the Guardian's Song began.....

[Ra]

Gerak, leader of the Free Jaffa Council, stood glaring up mockingly at Galadriel's beautiful form. Although she stood above him, the Jaffa's ego made him seem huge and self-important. While the Elf Queen's face betrayed no emotion, inside she wasn't even concerned with Gerak, or the two Jaffa in their cumbersome armor, pointing long Staff-Weapons at her chest.

"What? Do you have nothing to say? No great speach about how we were slaves, and will die as them? Or is it that you simply realize the truth, that we have shaken loose the chains of slavery to the Goa'uld, and now your kin hide and flee from our very name? We will never again bow to false gods."

"He loves to hear himself speak," Galadriel noted to herself. But she didn't respond with anything of the sort. "And to seek your freedom is a noble and right thing. But I am not one of the parasites, nor do I seek your worship. I am here for a purpose that you do not yet understand. You will not listen to any plea for my escape, for you see me as an enemy. The "Queen of Snakes", you call me, among other foul and spiteful things. But that is not of my concern."

Gerak was taken aback by Galadriel's words. But the proud Jaffa's eyes betrayed no shock. However, Galadriel sensed it in his mind. She continued to use that.

"You claim not to be a Goa'uld? I do not fall so easily for such lies."

Meanwhile, a Jaffa quietly scanned her. A look of worry came on his face. Noticing this, Gerak looked over. The other soldier whispered in his ear.

"Sir, I have scanned the false goddess' lifesigns. She doesn't have a Goa'uld in her body, nor is there any sign of naquada in her blood. Futhermore, her DNA reads similar to Human, but there are several anomalies I do not understand."

"Are you satisfied?" Galadriel answered, able to read everything the Jaffa said.

"Whisper more quietly, you fool!"

"To no avail, as I can sense what is in his mind. And the dismay in yours. Examine his findings yourself. I am not a Goa'uld, I am an Elf, one of the Firstborn that have long ago left this world."

"Then why do you conspire with the Goa'uld, Elf?"

"To serve a purpose. The Goa'uld may be evil, but the young Ra trusts my wisdom in all things. Thus..."

"You pull the strings?" Gerak reacted.

"Not for my benefit, but for that of us all. Do you know of the wars that have swept through the heavens?"

"Obviously. That is why we came here. Ra's forces are assembling over Avaris Prime. His forces have been fighting invaders and strange... aliens for months now. Aliens... that..."

"Yes, Gerak of the Jaffa. I know what it is you speak of. The Song..."

"What is your purpose here?"

"My purpose? It is to stop the evil that is threatening to destroy all life. It must be opposed."

"Opposed? By snakes and aliens? You hardly convince me, Elf."

"Nor do I expect you to understand," Galadriel said with a slight smile. "But in this time of need, the Goa'uld will not lay a destructive hand on you, or your allies. I will see to that."

Gerak, despite everything he'd heard from Galadriel, kept a flame of hate in his heart. But there was something else. How much would it impress the Jaffa Council if he brought home the body of the "Oppressor Galadriel"? His power and influence over the Council would be great, and nigh unto unbreakable.

People across dozens of worlds would herald him as a hero; Gerak, the Jaffa Warrior that killed Baal, or so he thought, and now the Architect of Ra's empire, Galadriel. That hunger and ambition sparkled in his eye, and made his hands itch. The lust for power was all that concerned him, not intergalactic wars or the very doom of all.

Suddenly, he snatched a Staff-Weapon from one of the guards, and quickly took aim. He shot, but the thundering pulse was ricochetted off of a pure white blade of energy. In less than a second, the blade cut his staff in two, the head sparking and clattering on the deck. Galadriel put her hand forward, and the air echoed with a whoosh. Gerak flew off his feet, slamming into a hieroglyph-inscribed bulkhead. He was knocked out instantly, as was another guard that had been caught in the Force attack.

"The lust for power has darkened your mind, Gerak. Leave now, and I will not call an entire star fleet to come to my aid."

Gerak was terrified of this Elf's power. Even Anubis didn't seem this powerful. Looking back to where he'd hit the wall, the bulkhead was dented, and his back was injured. Galadriel stood there in fighting pose, her lightsabre humming with power as she held it over her head.

"Permission to fire?" one of the soldiers requested.

"Unwise."

Gerak didn't answer, but half-instinctively touched the transporter controls. Galadriel vanished in a flash of blue light. She reappeared back in her room, alone. Then, the Tel'tak rushed away at high speed, Gerak retreating with his tail tucked firmly between his legs...

Galadriel knew the Jaffa could be swayed to join the war, but Gerak would be vengeful. He would turn any meeting into a bloodbath, and Dakara's halls would be stained with blood and hatred. She did not forsee any immediate chance to get the Jaffa to join the ranks of the Alliance, but something told her that their minds would change...

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Gleaming in the light of weapons and the distant stars, a massive robot form appeared, easily dwarfing most moons, and all ships present, it's horned head and gleaming green eyes focused upon Coruscant, and through all the communication panels of the system, a booming voice was heard, For the time, I have spared your wretched lil planet of Coruscant. Now you will witness, it's dismantlement.

((OOC: Look out! It's a even more powerful version of Unicron! Yes, the Real Unicron, not the crappy version ported by Transformers: Armada, Energon and Cybertron))

With the coming of the Habringer, the Guardian's Song began.....

The Dreamworld....

The Sith Inquisitor's Force Lightning still arces like ferocious serpent, iluminating the entire heaven. The figure lying before him is smoking and flaming, being fried alive by the wicked Dark Side energy. The helpless, agonized Darth Kreshna gradually shimmers out of existence as the lightning continue to burn through his body.

When the slaughter finally ends, only one man stands.



The Sith Inquisitor and Darth Kreshna are now whole again as the evil half has completely absorbed his benevolent counterpart.

Today, the evil has won.


But the Sith Inquisitor Darth Kreshna doesn't have time to revel in his powers as an invisible voice speaks to him.

"The homeworld is in danger, my Phoenix."



Sidious.




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Coruscant....

The defending Imperial fleet is fighting a desperate battle as large portion of their forces were oblitrated by the raging maelstrom on Coruscant's North Pole. Sure the attacking Guardians are also suffering heavy casualties, but the massive, planet-sized robot seems to side with the Guardians, or at least sharing the same goal; the destruction of Coruscant.

The powerful planetary shield still stands defiantly, shrugging off enemy fire, even those of the mighty System Siege Vessel and Space Dragon. Still, how would they stop the enemy from pounding the shield at whim -and eventually, breach it- without a defense force?

And Imperial defense forces are on the brink of expiration. Even the politicians on the planet start regretting themselves for not evacuating the capital; they were all confident with the fleet assigned to defend Coruscant. Even the ferocious battle between the Shog-Oth and the Imperial Ground Forces is paused for a moment as both combatants as the looming giant robot starts casting shadow of its own gigantic bulk on the planet's surface. Imperial officers aboard the defending fleet -or what's left of it- are hoping for miracle.



Today, their prayers are answered.


The flame that some officers witnessed before now lits again, shrouding and protecting the entire planet with its essence; a bird-shaped flame aura so gigantic that the planet Coruscant is nothing but a small sphere inside the bird's chest. Of course the people on the planet can recognize nothing but the flaming sky over them, while the flame is too large to be recognized by the personnel aboard the ship.

Yet if the sensor is zoomed out, one shall see clearly that the flame is shaped like a bird.

But the more peculiar thing is that the flame is actually selectively destructive, as the unfortunate, enveloped Guardian ships instantly burst in a fiery explosion. Imperial ships, on the other hand, are not only intact, but the rate of their energy recovery -such as shield recharging- are highly increasing in unnatural way.


Still around the North Pole, the gigantic, planet-sized robot is now facing an equally immense, even larger, bird-shaped flame.



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Borg Space....

Aboard the Death Star, Borg drones and Imperial Medical Droids are still attending the comatose Darth Kreshna.

Code: Select all

.....real-time monitoring continues. Checking pulse rate. 250 bpm. 272 bpm. 283 bpm. 310 bpm. 332 bpm. 357 bpm. 410 bpm.

Pulse rate out of scale.

[Dark Silver]

the Pheonix awakens!

The Archmagus eyes flared for a moment, blue energy crackled about his form, as the Pheonix materialized about Coruscant.

It would not matter, as powerful as the Pheonix was, he was a match for it, and adding his power to the Harbringer's own....

And indeed, he did just that, channeling his own power, the massive robot grew even larger, Guardian ships moving away at flanking speed from the scene of the battle. Still, the Harbringer grew in size, it's form altering as it did so, energy coursing and channeling over it's surface, blue fire mixing with the glow surronding it.

This is what I have been waiting for....

The words where spoken, shortly before the Archmage's body disappeared from the ship......

and reappeared within the Harbringer's head, taking his place in a seat conviently located within the brain.



Now Harbringer....Let us drain the Pheonix of it's power....and you may have the world at your leasuire, as per our bargin

The now truly immense robot reached back, it's metallic clawed hands reching forth and grabbing the Pheonix, as blue flame poured into it for a moment, before begining to draw energy back into the body....

Within the Harbringer's head, the Archmagus laughed as he began to feed.

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Meanwhile, throughout the other sections of the galaxy, hell broke loose....

Within the Go'uld held territories, Imperial, Trollish and Amillian craft appeared, their weapons blazing hot death into unprepared planets and holdings.

The scene was repeated across the width and breadth of the various trans-galactic powers, Borg ships assaulted Earth, Amilians aiding them, Troll ships struck against the Amillians with their Go'uld escorts, the Borg Unimatrix's came under heavy assault from all the other races.

and behind them all, Guardian ships assisted in the destruction, massive juggernaughts unseen on the field of battle before, hidiously destructive missles raining down upon planetary targets....

Within the head of the Harbringer of Chaos, the Archmagus feed and grew morepowerful, as he drained the Pheonix of Primal energy.....

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Within the head of the Harbringer of Chaos, the Archmagus feed and grew morepowerful, as he drained the Pheonix of Primal energy.....

Suddenly the Phoenix flame explodes violently, shattering the gigantic robot from within as the Archmagus is being thrown across multiple planescapes and realms, back to his dimension.

And then, the flame dies.


Coruscant is no longer protected by the flame aura.


But it doesn't mean the end of the world for the Imperials, as multitude of ships jump out of hyperspace on the planet's orbit: Star Destroyers, Star Cruisers, Star Battleships, Eclipses and Executors, as well as World Devastators and a pair of Empire's multiple weapons; the Death Stars.

Reinforcements has arrived.

Imperial ships start hunting down the remaining Guardian ships that survived the explosion. Even the mighty Space Dragons cannot withstand such massive bombardments as two Sovereigns start firing their superlasers on the withdrawing space monster. Moments later, the mighty dragon explodes violently. The Guardians is trying their best, but Imperial reinforcements are simply too numerous. Among the younger races, only the Galactic Empire has the sufficient military power and industrial scale to challenge the star gods, and today, the human's ingenuity is showing their potent over the mystical way of the ancient deities. The Guardians, although difficult to accept their defeat, finallly withdraw their forces from Coruscant. They leave the Shog-Oths behind, only to be slaughtered and captured by Imperial Ground Forces.


Back on his throne, the exhausted Archmagus is coughing and panting. He never thought the Primal Force, the Phoenix, that is, would be so corruptedly powerful.

The Phoenix needs to be weakened.



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Dreamworld.


A hooded figure contemplates over the frozen, living statue of Darth Kreshna.

The Phoenix is powerful, and so is the willpower of the host.

He considers the recent explosion over his former home planet -his rightful place during the times of his physical existence. The Phoenix refused to be absorbed by the Archmagus, and the universe is safe.

For now.






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Borg Space.

Below on the planet's surface, Borg facilities continued analysing and refining their understanding of Orc and Uruk-Hai DNA. Already it had proved enormously useful; the Borg armada that had engaged the Guardian attack fleet had been completely unaffected by their song. Borg drones had been altered genetically with aspects of Orc and Uruk-Hai DNA, and the results had proven positive. Lord Walper suspected the effect might even prove as a means of hindering the Pheonix's ability to drain life energy. Why this was so was still somewhat of a mystery. But from what Robert had gathered from Sauron's own insights and historical records, there was a strong possibility the Pheonix had at one time tried to feed upon Middle Earth long ago. The result had been the mutation of certain races that ended up lacking life energy, and apparently Orcs and Uruk_Hai were offshoots of this effect.

The battle station itself is still orbiting the Middle Earth as Lord Walper supervises the whole activities on the planet. The news of the attacks on the Unimatrix has reached him, but the Sith-Borg still contemplates his options and strategy as he suddenly senses something.

A great disturbance in the Force.

The Sith-Borg does not have to wait for further explanation as the bridge's main door opens, revealing a man dressed in scarlett military uniform and a pair of shoulder armor. The man is holding a wine glass in his right hand, and raising it as he is approaching.

"Welcome aboard my Death Star, Lord Walper."





Darth Kreshna has awaken from his comatose.








OOC: I guess the Guardians should fail in capturing the Phoenix; thus starting their genocidal rage among the younger races? Giving them the motivation to solve the problem and unite under the banner of the Army of Light? Shadow War, anyone?

And of course, the powerful Guardian ships will have no trouble slaughtering the younger races while 'calming' them using their Syreen Song, in order to weaken the Phoenix and to prevent it from consuming the life force of the dying. If all sentients are eliminated, then the Phoenix will be sufficiently weakened.

By the way, while the Archmagus already knows Darth Kreshna is aboard the Death Star, I guess his slaves (the Guardians) hasn't known yet, and they will be very enraged when failing to capture the Phoenix.



at Robert: alright, I tried to tie various story elements.

(1) Allen's post: it was said that the Unimatrix are attacked by various races (perhaps the Archmagus doing, disguising the ships at his whim).

(2) In your post, you are still supervising the Middle Earth from the Death Star.

(3) In my posts, Darth Kreshna still lies comatose in the Death Star´s medical bay.


I hope my last post sums up everything from you, Allen, and myself.

[Robert Walper]

"Welcome aboard my Death Star, Lord Walper."

Robert nods at Kreshna. "It is agreeable to see you have recovered, Darth Kreshna. As per our agreement, I return full control of the Death Star to you."

Through out the station's interior, tens of thousands of Borg neural trancievers drop to the floor from Imperial personnel, fusing and becoming useless.

Kreshna frowned at Walper. Robert noticed, but continued.

"If my methods of controlling your crew displeases you, I regret to inform you I deemed it the best means of keeping the Death Star under my control. As you realize, your previous comatose state was caused by your taxed efforts of freeing the station from the being Nitram. I decided direct monitoring and control of the crew would be the best means of determining any further hostile take over attempts."

Kreshna sipped from his glass, quietly watching the Sith Borg explain himself.

Despite the power of the Pheonix being Lord Walper faced, he remain unfazed.

"I think our next goal should be to pool our efforts into stopping whatever power that almost destroyed Coruscant."

Kreshna nodded, and smiled. "I agree Walper. What do you have in mind?"

A Borg hologram snapped into focus in the center of the room, displaying the planet Mordor, Sauron's ruled planet.

"I've become aware of some historical information that could provide us the means to completely nullify all who...."

Robert frowned and trailed off, and stared blankly.

Kreshna immediately detected the Borg leader's distracted state. "Lord Walper?" he asked with seeming interest.

But Robert didn't hear him. In his mind's eye, he saw everything. The entire Borg Collective, currently fighting off multiple enemies of every sort. Through the Force he could see and sense the ongoings of the major conflicts. But so focused he had been upon the outside world and events, he had neglected to focus inwards. A voice, one he had thought to never hear again, spoke:

"Watch...your future's end."

"NO!!" Lord Walper roared. But it was far too late. With the titanic forces affecting and hindering his control and fuel of power from the Borg Collective, he was helpless as the Borg Queen's last act of defiance spread out through the Borg hive mind.

Across all known space, every Borg vessel self destructed, exploding violently, some taking out many nearby enemy ships with them. The Borg Unicomplex crumpled as explosions rippled across it's surface. The almost repaired sections from the Death Star's blast again faced annihilation. Every drone in the Collective began to seizure, as implants and technology fused into useless metal, their organic components dying rapidly without their support from the technology. Across all Borg space, artificial energy readings on every planet disappeared, and their surfaces lit up with devestating explosions as power sources imploded. The Collective's impressive unity and single mindedness proved their greatest asset, but it was also their archille's heel. The Borg civilization fell within minutes, reduced to useless pieces of metal and dead flesh.

A Borg Multi-Kinetic Neutronic Mine suddenly faded into existence above Mordor. It had been poised there for purposes unknown to all but the Sith Borg leader. It's systems of containment failed, detonating it's payload. A monstrous explosion ripped through the planet, tearing it in half and blasting one such half into tiny rubble. The shockwave spread out at superluminal speed, with enough force to rattle the entire nearby star system. The Death Star survived only by virtue of quick action from Kreshna, again enveloping it in the protective shroud of the Phoenix. Sauron's armies and even himself were instantly reduced to molecules of useless matter, and the Dark Lord's planet died.

Last to hit the floor was Lord Walper, his Force abilities unfocused and confused by the death of the Collective. Unable to save himself from the destruction by virtue of a shock level few could ever comprehend, his Borg body suffered the same fate. Using his own personal Force abilities, he was able to stretch his demise for almost a minute. But it wasn't enough to compensate for his artificial body's death...thus his mind faded, his last thoughts being that of rage and hatred towards lost opportunities of conquest and rule. And although he never admitted it, the tiniest portion of his mind, before it completely expired, experienced regret at not having the chance to have redeemed himself.

[Dartzap]

In the middle of the maelstrom the Trollish leader awakes with a start, heha sjust felt the death of trillions of beings

Sir? why did you just shudder like that?

Flotsam, it is time for our return, Inform the admiral that all ships are to begin exiting from the temporal storm within the next three hours, i do not know what has happened.. but i think our strength will be needed

Flotsam was confused, they had been sucked up in this timewarp for sometime now, and the Trolls had used it to their advantage, they had researched technologies that would have taken decades tin the real world, whilst here it only took a matter of days.

do you think this is wise Sir?

Of course I do! we have more ships than ever before! more troops! and our own individual powers have increased tenfold! if such a tragedy has occured now, we will have to return to the timeline! We have no choice!

Of course Sir!

GO!


In the maelstrom, hundreds of thousands of ships begin to power up, they had the path needed to reach realspace around Earth, they would soon be forfilling their destiny....

[Ra]

*Per-Ra*

The Goa'uld overlord's hologram hovers and shimmers in front of Galadriel as she explains what just happened.

"Gerak did not harm me, but he did attempt to take my life. Although I tried to convince him of the magnitude of what is happening, he could not see past his own lust for power and glory."

"Indeed? Although it's good that you're alright, I'm deploying more ships along our borders. It was foolish of me to overlook the Free Jaffa while I was assembling forces to combat the Guardians. Have you gotten any word from our allies?"

"Not as of yet. I have been attempting to contact A'millian Prime for three days, however-"

Galadriel trailed off as she seemed to look beyond the hologram. Putting a hand to her temple, she seemed to reel back from something.

"What happened?"

"A great disturbance. That is all I am able to say for now. Many minds, suddenly silenced."

Ra then looked at something. On the bridge of his ship, Captain Kar'm looked up from her console.

"M'lord, the Borg Cube in orbit of the planet has exploded. Cause unknown."

"Well, that should explain something."

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Galadriel wasn't the only being to sense the Borg's sudden demise. Sdenna Asarr steepled his fingers and looked up with a slight satisfaction.

"Many sentients have just perished. Many, indeed."

An aide looked over. "But I wonder what this means?"

"Patience, my friend. Time will tell."

The aide then looked over a holographic screen. Row after row of Cirth runes scrolled on it, reporting new information. The aide did not look happy.

"M'lord, our forces at Coruscant are in full retreat. The Nameless Fire has won again."

"That is unfortunate," Sdenna replied. He then contemplated his next move...

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Back in the Sol System, the Goa'uld were suddenly caught with their pants down as Guardian ships attacked, many disguised as allied ships. Despite fighting valiantly, Goa'uld and Rebel ships were simply being overwhelmed.

The Guardians thusfar ignored Earth, as it had no value to the Goa'uld, or anyone else now. But the outer defenses of the Goa'ulds' moon-base around the Seventh Planet were being swamped with targets. And there were mainly the smaller Scouts, with a few Frigates thrown in. The Guardians had not called in their heavy ships yet.

The O'Niell-class Asgard ship proved more than the Guardians had expected, easily destroying a Guardian scout under its intense barrage. However, even the mighty Asgard couldn't hold off the Guardians for long...

"Call for reinforcements," Haldir ordered.

Moments later, Ra's console beeped. "Time to move out."

"Right away, m'lord."

"If there was any time to attack the Master Nexus, it's NOW!"

At that, Kar'm rushed off the bridge. As one, a huge Goa'uld fleet leaped into hyperspace, bound back for Earth, just as a small Asgard shuttle undocked, and went in another direction. Back on Per-Ra, Galadriel was left again, at her request.

She had forseen that something big was about to happen, and transported aboard one of the Star Destroyers Ra's forces had captured during the *First* Battle of Earth less than a week earlier. From there, she waited the inevitable, as a Goa'uld fleet assembled.

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From his ship in hyperspace, Sdenna Asarr laughed as a scout exploded on the Goa'uld border.

"Melian, oh Melian! You think that the power of one Maia can stand against us?" Suddenly, the Archmage began chanting, and raised his arms.

He could feel resistance. Melian clearly wasn't going to just let him through. He struggled, titanic power against titanic power. But other Guardians were willing him through, and giving their own albeit limited powers. Even Melian couldn't hold back nearly a thousand other Maia and their power. Her resistance faded, as Melian was exhausted by the effort. The Veil was good enough for keeping out mortal races, and the Empire, but against the power of the fallen Maiar, it was no use.

Ships then advanced toward the border, and passed through. The Veil was broken.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

The Death Star.

Last to hit the floor was Lord Walper, his Force abilities unfocused and confused by the death of the Collective. Unable to save himself from the destruction by virtue of a shock level few could ever comprehend, his Borg body suffered the same fate. Using his own personal Force abilities, he was able to stretch his demise for almost a minute. But it wasn't enough to compensate for his artificial body's death...thus his mind faded, his last thoughts being that of rage and hatred towards lost opportunities of conquest and rule. And although he never admitted it, the tiniest portion of his mind, before it completely expired, experienced regret at not having the chance to have redeemed himself.

Darth Kreshna is completely baffled, fails to comprehend what's going on. He is, after all, a Force Blind. Despite all the powers of the Phoenix, he is far away from omniscience.

Eventually, an officer reports the recent development monitored by the sensor; a total, complete, and whole annihilation of the Borg nation. Cubes, drones, Unimatrix complexes; all were obliterated in seconds. Even the Borg drones aboard the Death Star ceased to function.

Moments later, a regal coffin is launched from the Death Star, accompanied by twenty-gun salute. It contains the lifeless body of Lord Walper, the Ultimate Adjunct of the Collective, the Sith-Borg Overlord, and Darth Kreshna's ally. The funeral is arranged in Imperial military fashion, mainly because the Borg doesn't have a known funeral costum, and partly because Lord Walper, after all, was a Sith.

Darth Kreshna burns in anger as the coffin hovers serenely in space. The three Siths were buddies during their service in the Secret Order of the Emperor; Robert, Petrosjko, and Kreshna. They used to hang in the same bar, looking around for girls and party and the likes. Now many things have changed; Lord Walper had become the ruler of the Borg, Commissar Petrosjko is far away in some remote galaxy, working for a nation known as the 'Imperium of Man', while Darth Kreshna find himself inadvertently fighting some mysterious aliens known as the Guardians.

The Guardians must pay for this.



After the funeral, Darth Kreshna issues the destination to the Death Star Commander, "Earth."

"Earth? We are not going back home to Coruscant?"

"No Captain. Forawhile, let the Empire think I'm still missing. Right now we need someone that can help us revealing the things behind all of this."

"Excuse me, milord? You are talking about the lady with the pointed-ears? The one with the Goa'ulds? Do you expect her to help us?"

"The Goa'ulds will cooperate; one way or another."

The Captain nods; understands. They are riding the most powerful battle station known to civilizations. One doesn't have too many choices when facing the Death Star.





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Coruscant.

The Empire is still recovering from the Guardian's assault. World Devastators are cleaning up debris around the planet's orbit, while on the surface, government contractors are re-building the heavy damages they suffered from the Shog-Oths attacks. Grand Admiral Thorne, together with his backer Senator Clark, have been raising popularity somewhat due to their timely, massive reinforcements that managed to rout the Guardians. Conservative hardliners are gaining political support, while young people and students are voluntarily conscripting themselves to defend their mother country; the Galactic Empire. Peace demonstrations have been replaced by war-supporting parades, while conservative planets like Tatooine are arming their citizens with military-grade weapons.

However, Senator Clark's attempt to discredit Darth Kreshna has failed, as it is already popular among certain Imperial population that the Sith Inquisitor is actually a Firebird Prophet; destined to save the Empire from doom. The fiery anomaly that saved Coruscant from the giant robot only reinforces their superstitious mind. Of course, the majority of the public doesn't believe such thing, not to mention Coruscant Meteorology Office has explained that the shrouding flame actually resulted from an 'unexplained solar activity' from Coruscant's sun.

But still, unknown to the Sith Inquisitor himself, Darth Kreshna has gained a cult among the superstitious and the conspiracy buffs. The Truth Is Out There; the most popular UFO/psychic magazine on Coruscant, has even planned to put his photograph on the next issue's cover. It's kind a bit of ironic that if the Inquisitor knew, he would frown upon such publication. Darth Kreshna has been known for his exclusive stance when dealing with the media; limiting his appearances on jet-set magazines like Vanity Flair or The Patrician Tattler.

Nevertheless, probably the most shocking news is the disappearance of the Sith Inquisitor from the hospital room where he had been treated, which only stir further speculations. It is rumored that he was abucted by the very same aliens that assaulted Coruscant, while more gullible people has been claiming that the Inquisitor actually ascended to godhood during the attack; saving the people from the aliens. In fact, the reason that why the news doesn't last long on the headlines is because it has been toppled by more recent development; the total annihilation of the Borg nation.

Meanwhile, ignoring the media hysteria, a VIP military shuttle is departing. The shuttle contains Admiral Hauser -now no longer working for Darth Kreshna but the Imperial Navy, Senator Clark, and three business representatives; one from Golan Arms, one from Sienar Fleet System, and the other is from Taim & Bak.

They are heading for the Goa'uld space; more specifically, to the territory ruled by Lord Ba'al.




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The Organization.



Number One is caressing the cat on his lap while watching the recording again. Object X-331 is stronger than they ever thought; it actually resisted the Guardian's absorbtion.

Number One rewinds the part where the gigantic robot exploded in a flame, then he contemplates. Sure they need the Phoenix to defeat the Guardian, and it has proven itself to be more capable to do so. But the Phoenix is an uncontrolled force of nature; a Primal Force fueled by all living things in the universe. Even its resistance against the absorption is completely unexpected by The Organization.

So their plan has to be delayed. Another setback in their goal to economically exploit the godlike, biological aliens.

For a while, Darth Kreshna has been safe within his personal Death Star, rescued by his ally and old friend; Lord Walper of Borg. But it's only a matter of time before he will inadvertently work for The Organizaton again.

It's only a matter of time.


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The Dreamworld.

Darth Kreshna is still standing and frozen, transfixed. His physique is rigid and cold, while layers of ice starts forming on his surface. The ice-covered statue stands still, completely oblivious to the surrounding heaven.

Not far away from the statue, a hooded figure contemplates. The Phoenix host is too strong-willed; it has resisted the absorption attempt of the Archmagus. Of course the Imperial Capital was saved, but the hooded figure is willing to sacrifice anything -including Coruscant.

It doesn't really matter, though. The hooded figure knows that the Archmagus is relentless in achieving his goal.

It's only a matter of time.







OOC: Alright, Rob. Your coffin is floating away in space. So if you later want to ressurect Lord Walper, you know where to start.

Again, Darth Kreshna is a Force-Blind. In fact, he actually knows the least about the current going-ons.

[Ra]

*Earth*

Guardian ships continue to relentlessly attack the Alliance. Nearby, a Goa'uld-operated ISD explodes in a bright plume. Mere seconds later, a Guardian ship is torn in half as a naquada-enhanced nuclear missle impacts it.

In the distance, concentrated fire from three Guardian frigates causes an Asgard mothership to finally die in a bright explosion that dwarfed the sun in brightness.

"These ships are very powerful. I estimate that we will be unable to win this engagement."

"Even in a hopeless battle, Master Thor, we must do what we can to defeat the forces of darkness. We should regroup on the far side of the Moon."

"Agreed."

The Goa'uld, Rebel, and Asgard ships started to break away, and head back towards the Moon. All of a sudden, numerous hyperspace windows opened as more Goa'uld ships emerged.

"This is Ra. We've come to reinforce your lines, Haldir."

"Very timely aid, Master Ra. We are in urgent need your aid."

Ra smirked sadistically. "Our ships are loaded with naquada-enhanced nukes. The Guardians will break and shudder!"

As Ra said that, a Class-II spat forth a spread of red objects. The missiles impacted on a Guardian war wagon, obliterating it instantly. A literal shower of missiles and energy cannon fire went out from the fresh Goa'uld ships, and the Guardian line began to break.

However, a huge wave of Guardian ships phased in, and retaliated. Although ship after Guardian ship was consumed in nuclear fire, more came. Several Goa'uld vessels exploded in their own huge flashes of energy as their reactors went critical. The reinforcements, before they knew it, were already dispersing. Ra's line was beginning to break.

"There are simply too many Guardian ships!" Haldir exclaimed. "Even with your naquada weapons, they will overwhelm us."

Yet Ra's fleet fought on valiantly. Then, Kar'm shouted over the battle chatter. Ra looked over to her.

"Hyperspace signature! It's... the DEATH STAR!"

"Holy fuck..." Ra swore.

A huge hyperspace window opened, followed by the gargantuan battlestation returning to realspace. The "technological terror" plowed right through a flank of Guardian vessels. Its superlaser then reduced a Guardian dreadnought to ash and debris.

Two fiery eyes appeared on Ra's monitor.

"Long time no see."

"What do you want, Darth Kreshna?"

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*Goa'uld Space*

The Lady Galadriel waited patiently as the Guardian fleet approached. Under her command now was a massive fleet, about as large as the reinforcements Ra had dispatched.

"M'lady, multiple signatures coming in. It's the Guardian fleet. They're inbound to Memphis IV."

"The Guardians only wish to destroy the population, they are not concerned with us. Pursue them."

The fleet then moved off at high speed, on a course that would send them right at the Guardians...

[Destructionator XV]

Lord Adam lies in the Central Medical Facility on A'millian Prime as doctors repair his battered body and reattach his severed arm.

Things have been suprisingly quiet in the empire. Aside from the engagement with the Borg, all their forces have been sitting near their bases with orders of isolation, waiting for Khardem's ex-subordinates to come out so they could ambush them. Communications have come in from Galadriel, but they were never responded to. The Lady of the A'millins decided to instead keep quiet and not promise anything.

But things were about to change. Sensors have detected incoming Ha'tak vessels, but they were moving faster than any Goa'uld vessel we have ever seen: they have already nearly crossed into the A'millian home galaxy from the Milky Way.

Starships were ordered to converge on their capitol world to prepare for the obvious Guardian incursion. When combined with surviving bioships still remaining which were under Khardem's command, the Guardians had the ability to hit the A'millians hard. But we will be ready. A'millian tactics have proven effective in mopping up operations against bioships: hit them quickly with conctrated fire then blast phasers in and let the NDF do all hte work. However, they haven't fought the Guardian's fleets nor the song yet, but they have a plan for that too...

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Khardem is resting comfortably in the A'millian prison. He looks up from his bed at the food on the table, beautifully illuminated by the five lights above the desk.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Two fiery eyes appeared on Ra's monitor.

"Long time no see."

"What do you want, Darth Kreshna?"

On Death Star's bridge, Darth Kreshna speaks with supressed anger. Surely, the Evil Kreshna has won in the Dreamworld, absorbing the good ones and dominates his personality.

"Did you ask me what I want? Ra, I've invited you to my Death Star, dished you up with the finest ladies of Earth; we helped you fighting the Trolls and the A'millans. But what did you do in return? You flirted with my girlfriend, you filthy, shameless, ungrateful bastard! Now what I really want is to put you in the cage with a Rancor; watching you being torn to pieces while enjoying tea and biscuits."

Darth Kreshna takes another sip of his drink, then tries to calm himself, "but now it's not my purpose of my arrival on this... uncivilized corner of the universe. In fact, you have no use to me at all. What I'm looking for is the fair lady addressed by the name of 'Galadriel'. Only the jolly good lady is able to help me seek for the answers. Things that are surely beyond the comprehension of a lowly Goa'uld peasant like yourself. "

A middle-aged man wearing white suit and bow-tie approaches the Sith Inquisitor, handed him some pills, "your medicine, Sir." It is Darth Kreshna's butler; Jacques Lumiere. The Sith is still taking medicines prescribed by the medical droids after his long comatose.

"Thank you, Jacques," Kreshna turns his attention back to the hologram of Ra, "Now, while I put your moral fiber in doubt, particularly since the disgraceful endeavour you've acted upon MY girlfriend, I urge you to inform the fair Lady Galadriel that her presence aboard my battle station will be most honored. I do not wish to twiddle my thumbs for very long, though; my patience is in short supply recently. "

With those words, the communication is cut. Ra tries to surpress his anger; he is the System Lord of the Goa'ulds, and now the snobbish Sith Lord ordered him around like a servant! On the other hand, it is the Death Star that Darth Kreshna is riding on...








OOC: alright, I've tried to make Darth Kreshna sounds like a snobbish British nobleman (if you read DaVinci's Code, imagine Sir Leigh Teabing). Is the choice of words convincing enough? Any suggestions to make the dialog better?

[Ra]

Ra raises an eyebrow. "The one time she decides, after I ask her twice to come with me, to stay at the Throne World, is the one time old Fire and Brimstone decides he wants to see her. What the fuck?"

"Uh, yeah. I'll get her as soon as I can."

"And what the hell does that mean?"

"She's... occupied," Ra answers uneasily.

"OCCUPIED?!"

"I won't lie, she's back in Goa'uld space. She wished to stay behind for some reason."

"Probably the immenent Guardian invasion, my lord," a Kull muttered.

"Quiet, you! Anyway, last time I checked, she was at the capital."

"You're making excuses!" Darth Kreshna roared. His eyes blazed with red flame.

"I'm not lying! You think I want to get burned again? Or blasted with that damn superlaser? We had a mission to do."

Haldir joined Ra on the bridge via Asgard transporter.

"You, Elf! Where is Galadriel?"

"Right where Ra said she is. She leads the battle the Guardians invading Ra's country. But she is the last being you would want to see now."

"Haldir!"

"Oh, and why is that?"

"We can escort you back to her, if you wish," Ra stated. Haldir glared at him.

[Dark Silver]

Throughout the known empires, the Guardians attacked.

Their ships where everywhere, monstrously huge, powerful, and quick. No matter where they striked, they outnumbered the oppossing forces three to one at least.

Upon his own throneworld, the Archmagus watched all before him in a viewscreen. He was not worried about Coruscant anymore, the Pheonix was not there, the loss of the Guardian ships in their foolish battle over the planet was no longer of his concern. Sowing the descent which would allow him to take control of the Pheonix was overriding.

The mage watched as a once vibrant world in Go'uld space flared for a moment, as a score of planet killing missles impacted the surface, and hailstorm of debris flew outward. Go'uld ships floated dead in space, around the battle site.

Within Imperial Space, entire systems lay in devestation, planets gone, stars going nova, all on a cutting path, through the empire. Nothing the Imperials had left on the outer rim could withstand their might.

The whole of the Borg Empire lay devestated, the assault on the Unimatrix concluded when the entire empire seemed to simply self destruct. He had sensed their deaths, it was well within the scope of his power...

But there was one being he had sensed, he had felt nothing come from yet. The other mage, the one who breached the barrier between Realities.

He felt the massive amounts of power used in the reshaping of a world. He thought he knew who this may be, a meeting ages ago when he walked the Worlds. But he had to be sure...

A brief message, sent through the strings of the underflowing current of this universe, through the Force, detectable only to one upon his same level of power.

Have you finally found your way here, old friend

The last bit of the message, the sarcasm dripped from it, if it was indeed the one he thought, the sarcasm would not be lost upon him.

He sat back in his throne, and watched the devestation. Soon, the Pheonix would come for him....

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

The mage watched as a once vibrant world in Go'uld space flared for a moment, as a score of planet killing missles impacted the surface, and hailstorm of debris flew outward. Go'uld ships floated dead in space, around the battle site.

Within Imperial Space, entire systems lay in devestation, planets gone, stars going nova, all on a cutting path, through the empire. Nothing the Imperials had left on the outer rim could withstand their might.

The whole of the Borg Empire lay devestated, the assault on the Unimatrix concluded when the entire empire seemed to simply self destruct. He had sensed their deaths, it was well within the scope of his power...

Days has passed on Earth, the Death Star has been parked near the planet's orbit. Its presence on Sol System has been helping the Goa'ulds and the Trollish representatives to repel Guardian attacks on the system, which is surprisingly sparse, considering their ferocious rampage across the galaxies. But who want to attack such backwater, sparsely populated Sol System anyway?

Darth Kreshna awakens from his sleep, sweating. He gets the strange dream again.

In his dreams, he was a statue, cold as ice, but he didn't actually feel cold at all. Yet the cold aura emanating from his physique gradually freezes the surrounding heaven. The grass field around him is gradually shrouded by a blizzard.

And he was the source of the blizzard.



Raising from the bed, Kreshna puts on his dressing gown and punches a button on his phone, "Jacques,"

"Yes, sir?"

"Tell the Captain to open a channel to the Goa'uld System Lord; relayed directly to my quarter."

"Immediately, sir."

"Oh, and Jacques? What would you suggest for breakfast?"

"Well, the menu for today is café au lait with tartines, Sir."

Darth Kreshna winces. No thanks. He suddenly feels sorry for the rest of the Death Star's crew and their half-empty stomach, "I never doubt your culinary skill, Jacques, but this time let me have some real breakfast."

"I see. Would you like bread with vegemites, then?"



"I see. How about vadas, dosas and chapatis, served with chutney and hot sambar?"

"How about eggs, bacon, and sausages like what normal people have for breakfast?"

"Excuse me, sir. 'Normal' people?"

"You know Jacques, the reason you're still working for me is because your excellent chateaubriand, but otherwise please allow me to eat like bloody normal people, thank you."

"So you say, sir. So you say indeed."



Moments later, the 'normal breakfast' arrives. While Darth Kreshna is enjoying his meal, a communication officer hails him through the intercom, "Sir, Lord Ra of the Goa'ulds is on the line."

About bloody time, he thinks. He then wipes the egg crumbs from his mouth, and speaks, "Ah, Mister Ra. It has been days and the jolly good lady has not made her appearance yet. Would you like to explain?"





OOC:

ALRIGHT. ATTENTION, EVERYBODY!!"

See, the reason why I emphasizes "days have passed" in this post is to keep a consistent, believable time frame. Note Allen's post:

Within Imperial Space, entire systems lay in devestation, planets gone, stars going nova, all on a cutting path, through the empire...

So there is a war still ongoing out there. Thus, it is impossible for Ra and Darth Kreshna to continue the conversation on the following post, because it only takes mere minutes, while the progress of the war, as told by Allen, should at least take days.

(by the way, I mean this conversation)

"Right where Ra said she is. She leads the battle the Guardians invading Ra's country. But she is the last being you would want to see now."

"Haldir!"

"Oh, and why is that?"

"We can escort you back to her, if you wish," Ra stated. Haldir glared at him.

[Ra]

*Goa'uld Space*

The battle wasn't going that well for the Goa'uld defenders. Over the last few days, the Goa'uld had been retreating on several fronts. While dozens of Guardian ships had been destroyed by Ra's growing stock of naquada-enhanced nukes, even those weapons weren't enough to destroy anything larger than a scout with one hit. Even with cargo bays filled with the new weapons, Galadriel's fleet was running low on ammunition.

Ships that were down to just energy cannon fire fell quickly to the Guardian attackers, as the firepower disparity was simply appalling. Elsewhere in Ra's domain, the battle was pretty much the same. Goa'uld fleets quickly damaging the Guardians with nukes, but falling rapidly once they ran out.

Even with the World Devastator and Imperial-designed mining machines replacing slaves at naquada mining, Ra had been unable to produce enough to stave a full-scale invasion.

However, Galadriel was far wiser than many of the younger Guardians, let alone the large battleship that had been leading the fleet that was attacking Memphis IV. It had been destroyed, and the Guardian line had suffered since.

As her starship zoomed past a wrecked sister-ship, Galadriel motioned to the Jaffa at the transporter controls.

"Bring that derelict ship's remaining weapons aboard." A policy that always helped after a battle, to glean ammunition off of fallen comrades, but in this case there was no time to waste.

"M'lady, twenty warheads were beamed aboard."

"Order ships to take all warheads that remain on the wrecked starships. We will use everything we can."

Thus the Class-II Ha'tak fired a new spread of missiles, which blew open a Guardian frigate in a blinding flash of nuclear energy. Galadriel's forces were preventing a Guardian breakthrough toward Memphis IV, a colony of some 240 million Humans and Jaffa, but it was at a terrible cost. Swarms of Death Gliders would swoop down on a Scout, blazing away with their cannons - only to be wiped out by biolaser fire as the damaged ship retaliated.

Every Class-II ship (as the older Ha'taks didn't have them) pinned the Guardian ships with their tractor beams, preventing the evil vessels from phasing away to avoid thier destruction. The Psychotronic Nullifiers designed to stop the Guardian "song" were working, but it was clear that the Jaffa were beginning to suffer terrible pain as the devices damaged the symbiotes within them. Reaching out to the fleet, Galadriel worked to counter this side-effect. It worked for the moment, but it kept her from concentrating on the battle, and that was a dangerous chance.

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*The Galactic Core*

In the Imperial Galaxy, Captain Kar'm piloted the Asgard shuttle out of hyperspace, and cloaked. For much longer than she had liked, the Jaffa had navigated dangerous stellar formations and black hole clusters.

Finally, she had come into the system her Goa'uld master had indicated on the Oracle map. It was very deep, so much that a great black void could be seen ahead; the very heart of the galaxy, an ultramassive singularity that held the entire galaxy in its swirl of stars and gas. And it was from this, the greatest of power sources short of replicating the Big Bang, that powered the Guardian Master Nexus.

Down on the first planet of that star system, a gigantic formation of stones appeared on Kar'm's scanners. It was a formation the size of a small continent. To this flowed a white beam of energy that shot from lightyears away, at the device's power collecter. But that was not the nexus;

Indeed, the entire planet was the Master Nexus; no soil or water was visible, just a planet-sized sphere of gray that dwarfed the Death Stars in its size and complexity. It was a sign of a more benevolent past; one in which the Guardians were not mindless killers that took corporeal form as starships, but were an actual civilization, one that made the Imperials and the Ancients seem petty by comparison with its works of engineering and skill. But that was of no concern to Captain Kar'm. She only wanted to get close enough, not any closer, to deploy the psychic virus.

The Asgard shuttle swooped into a high orbit of the construct, seemingly unopposed. It all seemed too easy to her. Then, engaging the transporter, the small cylindrical device was beamed into the very heart of the Nexus. Kar'm began to break orbit at once.

But as she did, several million biolaser bots came up from the surface to where the transporter beam had originated. Maneuvering quickly, she avoided the dense cone of energy, but the surface batteries soon began showing the general area of space. She had to escape, and escape fast. But the Nexus wasn't showing any immediate signs of change.

Kar'm turned the shuttle sharply, climbing away as the bolts continued to zip past. Two connected, battering her shields. Other shots drew a bead on the impacts, making it much harder to dodge the fire. Then two Guardian Scouts zipped in, doing a search of their own. Before long, they could find a way through even an Asgard cloak.

And it happened. The lead scout fired, hitting the shields directly. In the distance, a Frigate swooped in, ready to cut her off. The shields were now under attack from three ships, and beginning to fail. But the biolasers suddenly went silent...

And in the middle of the fierce battle over Memphis IV, and across Imperial space, and in A'millian space, bioships fell silent. Wasting no time, Galadriel pressed this advantage.

"They have stopped firing. Regroup and attack with all your strength."

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OOC: Don't react too badly; the big surprise out of this is about to come in my next post.

[Dartzap]

My Lord, the hole we have started to go through to Earth has closed... It has shifted to Memphis IV

Detritus glances at Flotsam, the notion that a time tunnel could be shifted in anyway amused him somewhat

Very well, all ships are to head there,though the idea of that tunnel moving is some what strange..

yes Sir, i shall go and inform the Admiralty

With that, Flotsam leaves his master to his meditation. Outside the Fleet of the Trollish Imperium are beggining to set out, it would not be long before they arrived.


Detritus just felt sorry fo any Guardians in the area... If they were any. for all He knew, the system might be empty, after all, they had been gone for some time..


As he contemplated this, the first ships were appearing in the system, colossal Battleships escorted by nimble fighters and intercepters streamed inwards, Trios of Frigates and Destroyers coming in around the fleet carriers.

At the centre of the fleet was the Troll's Pride Which was now in control of the automated ships within the fleet. This was one firework display that no troll would want to miss....