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Grand Master Kira Noennel sat in her quarters within the Jedi Academy, her head in her hands. The praxeum, gone. All that Luke Skywalker had built and done to revive the Jedi Order now sat in Imperial clutches. Sure the Jedi had managed to evacuate the Great Temple leaving no piece of equipment or holo record behind, but the price they had paid was to much. Many knights and padawans had fallen trying to hold back the stormtroopers. And the New Republic had only made a half-hearted effort to help. She was angry, all those students and those promising knights were now lost, their lives extinguished due to Republic incompetence.

"And they expect the Order to help them defend against the Empire, yet when we need them they cower making excuses!" she growled into her cupped hands.

The surviving council members needed to discuss what they were going to do in the light of this disaster. They still had the academy and the Temple on Coruscant but for how long they could stay with rising anti-Jedi sentiment was to be questioned.

She rose, tying her flowing red hair back and pulling on her brown robe. I guess the future now lies in my hands she thought as she left her quarters. The next few weeks were going to be difficult.

Standing on the front of the bridge of his Decimator escort ship, the Floodgate, Gabe Schneider looked down upon Yavin IV and watched the Imperial shuttles enter the atmosphere.
"All too easy." He said to himself and ate another spoon of his Corellian noodle soup. "The petty rest of this rebellion will meet its demise sooner than they can see it coming" he continued,
turning towards the ensign that approached him to bring the news of some paperwork that needed filling out.
The rest of his day was spent working on said paperwork and making some minor repairs to his ship.

In the night, however, something strange happened to him.
He had just gotten into bed, when he felt a strange force affecting his left eye and then slowly but surely spreading out across his body. after 5 minutes his entire body felt like it was floating above the ground.
On top of that, he was completely blind, which he deduced from the fact, that he was not able able to see the dim red light he had installed in his cabin to assist him with his sleep issues.
Was this a dream? No it was not. he had tried every trick he knew to snap out of it but there he was. Still not feeling anything, not seeing anything, not hearing anything.

When he woke up the next moring he was laying next to his bed, on top of which the pillow and the blanket were perfectly placed. Feeling very dizzy he tumbled out of the bed and into his shower.
No, this could not have been a dream. As the cold water washed away the sleepiness, he still felt how his muscles were only responing very slowly. But what force could have affected him in this magnitude?
He was not sure. He was certain that things would not remain as easy as they had been though...

Lieutenant Talis
Imperial Navy
Bastion Skyhook
0530 hrs


The captain of the IN Fleet ship Reprieve stands at attention, looking down on all the work by the endless numbers of workers.
The ship Reprieve was recently lost, in an ion storm that erupted out of nowhere. The captain walks across the walkway along with many of the officers and crew that survived the tragedy. Already the Imperial War Machine is heavily taxed with its forces spread thin across the galaxy carrying out the will of the emperor. The loss of this valuable tool of destruction is too much for the young captain to bear. He leads the men across the walkway and into another part of the station. They enter another large room. With a view of the action in the hangers. Lucky many imperial ships were on station when it happened, so many crewmembers were spared from death, with civilian tugs hauling the remains of the ship back to bastion. The captain sees a piece of debris with the words Reprieve etched on the surface. A chunk from the bow section of the ship. The mighty carrier made several cruises, including one which supplied heavy bombers with ordnance proving the carriers worth and value among both bomber jocks and High Command. He leads the Crew into a room. The survivors finding chairs to sit in, mechanics, pilots, bridge crew and marines huddle around, wondering what the captain has to say. The young captain, moves to the front of the crew. He motions for everyone to lower their voices and begins to speak, "fellow crew members and pilots of the Reprieve, all is not lost. Although the ship is lost its still too valuable for the empire to ignore. Already crews are working on another ship to replace her. She will bear the same name as her predecessor. Because we have a powerful economic system in place, we can raise the funds quicker and faster than before. Yes it will take some time to fund the carrier, and with escort ship Razor out of action it will hurt us in the short run. But never fear, the empire will triumph in our battle with the Rebels. This is a minor setback, and in a few shorts weeks we shall have our ship ready for action. We plan on upgrading our new ship with new and advanced hardware and load stores of ammunition to supply our brave flyboys out there showing the rebels who really runs the show. So, are you men ready to get back into action and teach the rebels a thing or two in the art of warfare?" The room echoed with cheers, he had done it. With the men's spirits lifted they are ready to follow him at a moments notice. But the reality was the ship was lost, and so it all comes down to when will she be available. The captain left the room still vibrant with men cheering and hollering for the fall of the NR. He returned to his quarters and turned on the Holoprojector. He flipped through all his contacts till he found the people he was looking for. "Grand Admiral Proudmoore" was the first, his commanding officer. And "Sienar Executive Director, Grand Vizier Suddenfrost" the man you call when the empire runs short on funds. The Reprieve along was a expensive ship, not including the Ammunition. He dials and couple of numbers and soon the Projector shows in vivid blue two figures,a human and a Twi’lek, both who project command. The young captain starts to speak and hold to his hat as he conveys his story to the two men........

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