DESCRIPTION: Winter and Siee have been on board Sarns flagship, the SSD Raptor's Talon for abpout 2 weeks now - Siee is a new recriut in the 181st...shes flight officer Synn - Winter is a bridge intell trainee by the name of Nova Nerith, Ensign - Fel has come back to the Raptor to tell Sarn that all is going according to plan save for the loss of the ore shipment

DESCRIPTION: --------- BEGIN SIM ---------

DESCRIPTION: --------- the SSD Raptors Talon in low orbit of Kuat - Fel's shuttle has just landed and Fel is enroute to the bridge - the halls of the SSD are filled with storm troopers - Ensign Nerith sits at her COMSCAN station on the aft bridge - Fel Walks in ------

Jagged Fel: -=Scans the bridge=-

Winter/Nerith: ::she ssees Fel walk in and stand and Salutes::

DESCRIPTION: ---- Warlord Sarn's office doors open on the bridge and the Warlord steps out - his stark white uniform stands out amongst the black clad officers of the bridge -----

Warlord Sarn: Ahh! Col Fel! -=he calls out and waves the flight suited officer over =-

Jagged Fel: -=Briskly walks to the Warlord=-

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- How go things on Coruscant Col? I trust your trip went well?

Winter/Nerith: ::she listens intenetly to the conversation::

Warlord Sarn: -= looks over to his 2nd in command and motions for a data pad =-

Derikk Harks: -=quick snaps the datapad up and forks it over=-

Warlord Sarn: -= nods =- Thank you Commander -= looks it over and smiles =- Commander, I see operation "raptor strike" is on time. A credit to you and your men -= smiles =-

Derikk Harks: =returns the smile= Yes sir, thank you sir

Warlord Sarn: -= tosses the pad to Ensign Nerith =- Ensign, send the updates out to the fleet please

Warlord Sarn: Well Col?

Winter/Nerith: ::catches the pad, Salutes:: yes Sir ::she begins to look at the uppdates memorizing every detail as she sends it out::

Warlord Sarn: Commander! I wonder if you can call for that new pilot...zynn is her name i belive? -= he looks pensivly at Fel who seems apprehensive to answer =-

Derikk Harks: Synn, sir. I'll call for her immediately =waves a noncom over and gives him the command=

Derikk Harks: =the noncom quickly runs off= =The non-com returns with the young pilot in tow=

Siee Janson/Synn: -=enters behind non-com, blonde hair skillfully braided and pulled up into a bun=-

Derikk Harks: =gives the non-com a glare, for being too slow on the order he was given=

Warlord Sarn: Its ok Commander. -= smiles =- Flight Officer Synn...how nice to finally have time to speak with you

Siee Janson/Synn: -=salutes the Warlord=- The pleasure is all mine, sir. It is just an honor to be noticed here

Warlord Sarn: I hope you find your duty assignment to your liking?

Winter/Nerith: ::she takes mental notes on every thing that is taking place around her::

Siee Janson/Synn: -=nods=- They are very much to my liking, Sir.

Warlord Sarn: Well, -= he smiles =- Its not often that Davin Felth recomends someone to the ranks of the 181st

Warlord Sarn: -= hits a com switch on a nearby COM panel =- C> Dr Chalos to the bridge now please

Siee Janson/Synn: Felth was a very good teacher, sir. I learned alot from him, and honor him for that

Warlord Sarn: Ahh...Dr Chalos, please come over -= looks at Fel who seems tired =- Why dont you get some rest Col. I will have Synn update

Warlord Sarn: you in the morning

DESCRIPTION: -------- Col Fel salutes and walks off the bridge -------

Doctor Chalos: -=walks over=-

Siee Janson/Synn: -=looks at Fel, sizing him up with her eyes=-

Warlord Sarn: -= motions to his office =- Shall we adjourn to someplace more private?

Winter/Nerith: ::she sees Fel walking toward her and nods::

Doctor Chalos: Good to see you Warlord - Or do you still use that title?

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- Only for the moment

Siee Janson/Synn: -=nods to the Warlord and follows in step behind him=-

Warlord Sarn: -= walks towards the office =- Lets have a seat, Ensign Nerith, accompany us

Winter/Nerith: ::she studies the doctor:: Yes sir

DESCRIPTION: ------ they all head into the Warlords office off the bridge - they each take a seat around the large Elder Wood table - the commander sits to the Warlords right and the doctor to the left -----

Winter/Nerith: ::standing from her station she follows behind the others:: ::she sits next to Synn::

Derikk Harks: =takes a seat=

Siee Janson/Synn: -=sits between the doctor and Dava=-

DESCRIPTION: ----- the warlord brings up a holo projector - the holo shows the planet Taanab floating amongst the stars ----

Siee Janson/Synn: -=eyes fix on her planet, her mind thinking "what now..." =-

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at the good Dr =- So how are we on getting that Ore for the Sun Crusher?

Winter/Nerith: ::she sees the holo of Taanab, and carefully glances at Synn::

Doctor Chalos: Our estimates say two weeks

Derikk Harks: =smiles at the thought of the sun crusher and its upcoming plans=

Warlord Sarn: Good, once the prototype is finished, i want out facility on Taanab to be destroyed

Doctor Chalos: Yes sir

Winter/Nerith: ::no expression on her face, although she hopes Siee won't either::

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at Syn =- I need you and the 181st to escort the Sun Crusher here once its finished

Siee Janson/Synn: -=keeps face straight and smooth, not relaying any of her mind's reeling emotions=-

Warlord Sarn: We will fit the superlaser here at the Kuat drive yards

Siee Janson/Synn: -=nods=- Of course Sir. We will make sure it falls to no harm.

Warlord Sarn: once done...We shall rule the Core and the rest of the New Republic soon after

Winter/Nerith: ::recording everything in her mind::

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- Oh...how is our guest Dr?

Doctor Chalos: She is finding her stay...satisfactory

Winter/Nerith: ::thinks, What guest? I will have to find out::

Warlord Sarn: I hope she will not suffer any ill effects from the cloning process?

Doctor Chalos: She will be fine. I have complete faith in my staff

Derikk Harks: =confused= Guest? sir?

Warlord Sarn: Good. Since our good Senator's clone has signed with us, we have no use for her.

Winter/Nerith: ::she doesn't say anything just listens::

Siee Janson/Synn: -=listens well, not daring to glance at Winter=-

Winter/Nerith: ::looks down at her datapad::

Warlord Sarn: -= looks around =- Ladies and Gentelman...-= smiles =- The new Empire will rise !

Winter/Nerith: ::nods::

Doctor Chalos: -=smiles=-

Siee Janson/Synn: -=puts on sincere smile=-

Derikk Harks: =nods and smiles=

Winter/Nerith: ::fakes a smile::

Warlord Sarn: Our time is now. With the "Senator" causing sucha mess in the NR, we will step in and take control!

Winter/Nerith: Sir?

Warlord Sarn: yes ?

Winter/Nerith: What about the "rebels''?

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- thats the great part. We have the New Republics permission to kill them all!

Winter/Nerith: ::she puts a bit of disgust in her words and face::

Warlord Sarn: -= stern look =- Those people will pay for ever having betrayed the Emporer in the first place!!!!!!

Siee Janson/Synn: What about Col Fel and Felth. And their grouping?

Winter/Nerith: ::fakes a smiles:: Then you shall truly achieve glory

Derikk Harks: But sir, these pilots include the members of "Rogue Squadron"

Warlord Sarn: -= looks over at the commander =- You fear them?

Doctor Chalos: I have heard of their exploits as well warlord

Derikk Harks: =taken aback= no sir, it's just that they have been known to perform well against superior

Derikk Harks: odds before

Warlord Sarn: -= standsup and paces =- My time is now! Not even the once great Rogue Squadron can stop me!

Winter/Nerith: ::supreses a smile/grin::

Siee Janson/Synn: Isn't there still a Rogue Squadron member in Fel's grouping...

Winter/Nerith: ::nods:: Yes

Warlord Sarn: I WILL become the new Empire! WE will rule the galaxy!!

Winter/Nerith: His name is Wes ...

Winter/Nerith: ...Janson

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles at Synn =- He is of unimport...besides, intel advises me he was captured by the Mon Cals

Siee Janson/Synn: yes... General Wes Janson. What of him?

Winter/Nerith: He was a major before joining with us...

Siee Janson/Synn: -=smiles=- Well, then it seems, Warlord, that you have nothing to fear.

Warlord Sarn: Doctor....I have one last task I need for you to program the clone for

Winter/Nerith: ::thinks, except for us::

Doctor Chalos: Yes, my lord?

Warlord Sarn: -= walks to the window and looks out =- I want her to Kill Chief of State Leia Organa Solo -= turns and looks at the group =- I cant have her around when our plans take shape

Winter/Nerith: ::she almost lost control::

Derikk Harks: Should be an easy target sir

Siee Janson/Synn: -=holds head high=- That should not be hard...

Doctor Chalos: It...will be done, sir

Winter/Nerith: ::almost blowing her cover::

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- Of course...we know right where she is...at Mon Mothma's side

Winter/Nerith: ::she thinks, oh no Leai:: ::nods:: agreed

Siee Janson/Synn: -=sneaks quick glance at Winter, checking her reaction=-

Warlord Sarn: -= sits back at the table =- We have to move before the toxin kills Mon Mothma

Winter/Nerith: ::she sees Synn looking at her, but shows no emotion::

Warlord Sarn: -= sneers =- her death could unite the little band of rebels into becoming a problem

Winter/Nerith: ::thinking, SO thats why Mon Mothma is so ill, they poisoned her!!:: ::fake face:: They will be taken care of before then my lord

Siee Janson/Synn: Will the 181st be seeing any action against the band soon, my Lord?

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at At Synn then looks over at Nerith...concerned =- What did you say?

Winter/Nerith: ::looks up wondering which one he is talking to::

Siee Janson/Synn: If you are planning to be the Emperor, I believe my Lord is the proper title

Warlord Sarn: Ensign Nerith..are you ok?

Winter/Nerith: ::nods:: Yes my lord.. I am afraid I might have cought a bug that is going around the crew

Warlord Sarn: -= nods to Synn dismissing her comment =- -= looks at the doctor =- a bug?

Winter/Nerith: ::nods:: Yes doctors several crew members have been feling sick

Warlord Sarn: -= sneers =- My crew?!

Doctor Chalos: I've heard nothing of it my lord

Winter/Nerith: Nor will you doctor

Derikk Harks: =nods in agreement= that is true, sir =forks over a datapad with the info=

Warlord Sarn: -= nods graciously to the doctor =-

Winter/Nerith: ::fakes the sniffles::

Warlord Sarn: -= looks st the pad =- MAybe the good doctor needs to take a look at you

Winter/Nerith: the crew are to commited to their work for sick leave ::nods:: But I belive that will not be necesary

Siee Janson/Synn: -=watches Winter closely, afraid for her but not letting that show on her face=-

Winter/Nerith: ::chosing her words very carefully::

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- I belive it is....VERY nessesary

Winter/Nerith: ::her stomach caves in::

Warlord Sarn: -= hits a com switch under the table =-

Derikk Harks: =looks to the warlord, then back at the ensign=

Winter/Nerith: as you wish my lord

DESCRIPTION: ------ several Stormtroopers enter the room -----

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at the lead trooper =- Ensign Nerith is ill, see her to sick bay

DESCRIPTION: ----- the troopers nod and move behind her --------

Winter/Nerith: ::looks up and stands:: I am sorry for this inconvinience ::she glances quickly at Synn, hoping she will pay attention:;

Warlord Sarn: -= nods =- We will see -= looks at the doctor =- I want a PRECISE exam

Winter/Nerith: ::nods::

Siee Janson/Synn: -=sees Winter's look from the corner of her eyes, but does not make it known that she saw it=-

Doctor Chalos: As you wish. -=gets up and follows the ensign=-

Winter/Nerith: ::she turns and walks out, being followed by the trooper::

Warlord Sarn: -= sighs =- I apologize for that little incident , Flight officer Synn

Siee Janson/Synn: -=nods=- It's not your fault to appologize, sir.

Warlord Sarn: I will of course be Needing the 181st to fly sooner than expected, please tell Col Fel to be ready

Siee Janson/Synn: -=face lightens=- Colonel Fel will be joining us again?

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at the Commander =- I think we need to move our plans up

Derikk Harks: Yes quite

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at Siee =- Of course..hes your commanding officer

Doctor Chalos: -=arrives at med center with Nerith=-

Winter/Nerith: ::arrieves with the doctor::

Warlord Sarn: I am going to Med bay with the doctor

Siee Janson/Synn: But what of his new Rogues... -=shakes head=- no matter. I will inform him when he awakes

Warlord Sarn: Commander, you will accompany me

Derikk Harks: May I also suggest that the colonel get his pilots in for more practice

Doctor Chalos: -=escorts her inside, setting her down on an observation table=-

Warlord Sarn: Indeed -= smiles =- To the sims with you Synn...be well, you are dismissed

Siee Janson/Synn: -=nods=- it will be done. by your leave, Sir.

Doctor Chalos: So Ensign Nerith, what symptoms have you been feeling?

Siee Janson/Synn: -=salutes both men, then exits=-

Winter/Nerith: ::she sits on the obseravtion table::

Derikk Harks: =follows the warlord out=

DESCRIPTION: --------- Sarn and the Commander walk alone down the hall to medbay ------

Winter/Nerith: ::sighs::

Siee Janson/Synn: -=runs to the sim room, gathering the pilots for a sim run=-

Winter/Nerith: a runny nose

Warlord Sarn: -= whispers =- What seems to trouble you Commander?

Derikk Harks: =straigtens= nothing, sir

Winter/Nerith: thats it doctor

Siee Janson/Synn: -=gives instructions, then climbs into a sim pod, closing the hatch=-

Warlord Sarn: -= sighs =- Come now...we have served amny years together, i know when something troubles you

Doctor Chalos: That's it? Well, I suppose it could be the early stages of something more severe, I will check you out nonetheless

Derikk Harks: this is an important operation and I felt the pilots should be as prepared as they can

DESCRIPTION: ------- they enter the turbolift -----------

Winter/Nerith: ::nods:: YEs doctor

Siee Janson/Synn: -=in the privacy of the dark simulator, Siee shuts her eyes, biting her lips against the

Doctor Chalos: -=grabs a small blood taking device from a tray, touching it to Nerith's skin, it quickly pulls a small sample of blood from her=-

Siee Janson/Synn: pain that's she's feeling inside=-

Winter/Nerith: :: she discretly looks around wondering where the clone is:::she doesn't notice::

Doctor Chalos: -=walks over and inserts blood taker into an analyzer, and stands there waiting=-

Winter/Nerith: Can I sit now doctor? ::she sits on the table::

DESCRIPTION: ---- the Turbo lift opens and they get out - the commander and sarn walk into the Med office------

Winter/Nerith: ::she snaps to attention and salutes, jummping of the table::

DESCRIPTION: ------- several troopers nudge her to sit back down -------

Winter/Nerith: ::she sits down::

Derikk Harks: =raises an eyebrow=

Warlord Sarn: -= walks in =- Well Doctor?

Doctor Chalos: Still waiting for the results

Derikk Harks: =looks to the ensign and glares=

Doctor Chalos: -=a beep alerts him to the results, and he walks over to the datapad attatched=-

Winter/Nerith: ::looks down:: Is thers something wrong Commander?

Doctor Chalos: -=to the machine that is=-

Warlord Sarn: -= looks over at Ensign Nerith with a smile =- Worried my dear?

Doctor Chalos: -=turns and walks back to the others=-

Winter/Nerith: ::fakes a smile:: No my lord ::she lies::

Warlord Sarn: -= looks back to the Doctor, not hearing the Ensign =-

Doctor Chalos: The results showed no viruses or foreign bacteria, but there was on interesting thing

Winter/Nerith: ::takes a breath::

Doctor Chalos: the blood type returned as one only native to Alderaan

Warlord Sarn: -= raises an eyebrow =- Oh Really?!

Derikk Harks: =smiles grimly=

Winter/Nerith: ::looking up::

Doctor Chalos: Yes, I would never have noticed unless I had the program set for a full analysis

Warlord Sarn: -= the troopers surround her as the warlord moves close =-

Derikk Harks: =folds arms=

Warlord Sarn: There ar NO Alderaanians in the Imperial Remnant!!!

Winter/Nerith: ::she looks up:: I can explain that my lord

Warlord Sarn: Who are you??!

Winter/Nerith: my parents were from Alderaan,

Doctor Chalos: It is a very trace element, one with a slight radioactive quality, and often induces abnormalities or in some cases augmentation in areas of the brain

Winter/Nerith: I am Nova Nerith

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- No your not..your a spy

Siee Janson/Synn: -=runs sim with the 181st=-

Winter/Nerith: A Spy?! My Lord! YOu can't be serious

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at the doctor for the rest of the report =-

Doctor Chalos: Please Warlord let us not jump to conclusions, there is a very very slim chance that this element is the byproduct of a rare disease, on which incidentally does not show up on blood scans. If you will allow me to perform a physical check up I will be able to tell you conclusively

Warlord Sarn: Very well Doctor! -= Sarn folds his hands behind his back and paces =-

Winter/Nerith: ::her face remains calm::

Doctor Chalos: Despite its ability to thwart blood scans it often leaves trace physical elements. Please remove your boots Ensign

Winter/Nerith: ::she removes her boots as told::

Warlord Sarn: -= walks behind the Commander =- *mumbles* i hate traitors

Doctor Chalos: -=checks her toenails closely, looking for discoloration=-

Winter/Nerith: ::she hears Sarn::

Doctor Chalos: -=shakes his head and moves up, sliding her pantleg up, probing the back of her knee=- -=shakes head again and stands, moving his hands to her neck=-

Derikk Harks: =whispers back= I know, sir =louder= We all know what happens with traitors on this ship

Doctor Chalos: -=slides up to where the jaw meets with the skull=- What the...? -=feels closer=-

Winter/Nerith: ::she waits patiently::

Doctor Chalos: -=runs hands in a circle around her neck=-

Warlord Sarn: -= gets ready to say something then looks at the doctor =- What is it?

Doctor Chalos: -=digs fingernails into her skin and scrapes them upward, peeling off a strip of rubberish material

Warlord Sarn: -= looks on in shock =-

Doctor Chalos: I believe you were right sir! This woman is wearing a mask!

Winter/Nerith: ::she winces a bit::

Doctor Chalos: Forgive me for challenging your judgement

Warlord Sarn: -= his frown turns to a smile of evil =- No problem Doctor

Siee Janson/Synn: -=wonders what is happening to Winter=-

Warlord Sarn: -= looks evily at Nerith =- Well who do we have here?

Winter/Nerith: ::she looks up:: ::smiling, she brings her right leg up and kicks Sarn in the face then she smoresaults above him and dashes toward the door::

DESCRIPTION: --------- several troopers fire stun blasts at winter as she moves ----

Doctor Chalos: -=runs to the comm terminal, slamming the alert button=-

DESCRIPTION: ------- several hit bringing her down in a shuddering heap-------

Doctor Chalos: -=calling troopers to the area=-

Winter/Nerith: ::she is stuned by the troopers, she falls to the floor::

Derikk Harks: =a last one clonking her in the head with a blaser carbine

Winter/Nerith: ::she falls unconscious::

Warlord Sarn: -= gets up and touchs the blood from the corner of his mouth =-

Warlord Sarn: -= he dusts himself off =- You will pay for that!!!!!!!!!

Derikk Harks: Doctor, take off the rest of her mask if you will =being polite=

Winter/Nerith: ::she tries to move, but its hopeless::

Doctor Chalos: -=returns, peeling the disguise off in strips=- This is a high quality mask, it attatches to the skin and matches pigment

Derikk Harks: =walks in for a closer look=

Doctor Chalos: and blends almost seamlessly with the real skin

Derikk Harks: Sir, I believe I recognize her =taking out a datapad=

Warlord Sarn: -= looks closely as well =- Who?

Winter/Nerith: ::her body is lymp due to the stun, her eyes are closed but she is still breathing::

Derikk Harks: =fools around with the pad= Yes! here, i believe she's one of Leia organa's aids =hands datapad to the worlord=

Warlord Sarn: What??!!!

Winter/Nerith: ::she can hear voices but they fade::

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at the Pad...then a smile blooms =-

Derikk Harks: =in his head= well she's gonna die =smiling=

Warlord Sarn: -= looks at the Doctor =- I want her put in with Senator Beruss.... I have plans for her

Doctor Chalos: Yes, my Lord

Warlord Sarn: -= smiles =- Commander...

Derikk Harks: =turns and straigtens= yes, sir?

Warlord Sarn: Contact Beruss's clone and arrange a meeting.... Doctor. I need you to reprogram her for her mission

Doctor Chalos: I'll get right on it. -=bows and walks out=-

Siee Janson/Synn: -=finishes sim run and goes over results with the 181st=-

Derikk Harks: Very good sir =turns and departs=

Warlord Sarn: -= walks out of the room and yells as he goes =- I want Organa Solo dead by weeks end!!

*********** END SIM *************