OOC: TNA/TNR Merger Thread

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"Is it true that good will prevail over all evil"?

Mahk looked at him thoughtfully.

"The Noghri have a saying,do not pick up your weapon when you drop it.It means that you can win a battle without weapons."

Logan turned and looked at Mahk with a new respect.Up untill then he had thought of them as cold-blooded killing machine.Now he looked at him as a friend and an advisor.

"You are right my friend.We shall not fight with our weapons anymore.But we shall live on to fight another day."

He glanced at Vonta and Blackkon who were standing there with him inside the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Archammer<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->'s conference room.For some reason there was a light,that was losing power and it's light was reduced to a dim bluish-color.It was shining right down on Logan,casting a pale-blue light on his face.

"I am an old man,Mahk.I can't fight anymore."

He smiled faintly.

"Even some people forget how to fight."

He thought back to when he first created the New Alliance.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> The Almanian Elders were the oldest people young,General Logan had ever seen.There were five of them.
Gral Omar,the leader of the council.He was an old goat that had supassed his years as Chairman.Fren Johl,the youngest man on the Council,he was Logan friend and a sort of father-figure for him.Next,Cholly Yup,Logan's worst enemy on the Council.Hugth Terpfrn,the Council's 'Neutralist' was sitting quietly on the side.

Logan was there to propose a Almanian military to protect people of other worlds from the Empire.The Council had agreed to hear him out.<!--EZCODE BOLD END--><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


"What do you guys think"?

Vonta was called in to over see some thing but niether Greyy, Wade or Logan would let on about what she was so urgently needed for. THe saber strike was vontas home away from home. The entirity of the ship was built by her specs. The ship had a Research bay in witch she was able to tinker around with her ships and new droid designs that she dreamt up.

Some of them were messages that she recieved from the force. C4 was on such message. Out of the blue she had the idea of how to creat stable and obidient positronic droids. The droids were the smartest in the known galaxy even for their size and that size gave them the ability to go any where. But their brains and inteligence made them like willful childeren. So like childeren she had them raised. Her own personal droid A1 was a constant companion. He had taken a residence in her astro mech R5 using the droid for transportation and a out let for using computer data bases. The two seemed to get along well enough but occasionally she heard a high pitched binary sound from the two. They were having arguments at a speed that humans could simply not follow. When that happens she just shakes her head and laughs.

C4 was the forth in the series. There were 4 that she built and programed. A1, B2, C3, and D4. C4 the bounty hunter was at that time known as C3 the positronic droid. His other 'brothers' were all successes. Like well trained and educated childeren they learned the importance of the work that they were to do for the New Alliance special opps. The droids were hackers extrodinair. With no droid to equal them.

In order to harness that raw ability she taaught them to think for them self's giving them access to hundereds of history disks to digest. Teaching them about history, interspecies relationships, the ancient philosophers of the galexy. To give them the perspective of what peace would mean for the universe. At the same time she gave them a perspective on death. A programing that would allow them to fear death the way normal sentients do. In this way they learned the importance of protecting all life.

C3 was different though, he went off and found that he did not like what he saw in the universe and wanted to change things first hand. Face down the one true threat that seems to have lummed through history. The users of the dark side of the force. That became his mission in his existance. Taking one of her cortosis prototype dark trooper bodys he set off on his own. Never looking back on what he left. He took the name C4 for some odd reason. The droid wanted to be unique, that was the only reason that she could guess for the new designation. So he was the old model C3 but now through his own devices he has up gradeed him self fo a model C4 model. She shivers to think what he might become if he ever reaches a C5 upgrade. Buut as far as she could tell he was doing nothing but good in the universe for now. So she tends not to worry about him. She considers him a child who left the nest.

The Work shop is ajacent to the fighter bay. This way she can work on all manner of modifications too her on board fighter craft. Her X-J moden X-wing was her current pet project. She was updating it to the new XJ3 model that she had read about. The modifications were quite good but she wanted to see if she could get the same results on her own. A little bit of pilots and mechanics pride.

R5 was out in the Hanger having another high pitched arguement in binary with the little blue positronic droid that he carted around in his mechanical inurds. She looked in their general direction. Therer were Mechanics at work all over. She was training the men on her ship to think for them selves. She did not need people that followed her blindely she needed people that she could count on in a pinch. The atmospphere the area was filled with the sounds of metal on metal, Flaming weilds fixing damaged armor or up grading it. And droids feet trudgeing through the bay.

"Cypher stop argueing with him and get me a type nine hydro spanner. " R5, a R5 model droid with the nickname Cypher. For the fact that he speciallizes in putting all of his energy to code cracking. A1 is better then him in many respects and it and this brings about many a argument between them. The Pushing out his middle front wheel the cylindrical droid starts to roll forward on all three wheels. A compartment opens and a small manipulator arm pops out. Opening a drawer the droid finds the neccessary tool the thing arm picks it up and wheels it over to where vonta is diligently working on her fighter.

"Thanks little buddy." She says to him.

A1 beeps in. "Well you are quite welcome m........" The small droid is interupted but the protesting squels of cypher.

"No cypher for the last time I well not put a restrain bolt on him and give you the control for it." She shakes her head what is she going to do with those two.

Foot steps can be heard running in the hanger. They sounded rather urgent so vonta put her tools aside and grabed a raged to wipe her grungy hands with. She turned to greet her lutenent as he came around the courner. "yes Jeb. What is so urgent that you would make you self out of breath to see me?"

The crew man stood dumb founded. Her force abilities always let her see people coming before she could posibly see them. He knew that fact all ready but it was astonding to see it first hand. "Uh..I...Uh." he pauses to catch his breath. " There is a message on the bridge from Zed Nine sir almania and wayland are under seige."

Vonta's face took a sturn look. This was anew turn of events. She climbed the ladder into her fighter. Switching her computers to a link with the Saber strikes main computer she linked up to a picture of Zed nine. Another of her projects in droid sentients.

"Zed." She greeted him.

"Jedi Horn. I am glad that I got a message to you. CLF forces have informed me of full scale asaults on the planets of wayland and Almania." he said in a mechanical tone. Sounding some what worried.

"And the make up of the attack forces." She inquires.

"The Rogue empire and there Allies have assaulted us at Almania. And the Naboo sith order are at wayland." They were under attack on multiple fronts. This gave her some clue as to why she was recalled so urgently but it still left the exact reasons unclears.

She cleared her throat. "Thank you for the update Z9, Stay allive."

The droid made a tart response. "I well do my best sir. Zed nine out." The screen faded to black.

More to deal with on the horizon. And time to test the survival of the Alliance that she helped to build up.

She took a shuttle at the next stop on the hyper space jump to meet admiral logan. She exited with her X-wing. She would be able to travel faster on her own. She called on the force and begain to feel out a hyper space trajetery that would get her to the meeting that Logan wanted her at the fastest.

The numbers shot through her mind at what seemed like the speed of light. But the force allowed her to make more reakily some sense out of the chaos. She let her hand do the walking for her. Moving about as if she was not controling it she tapped out a viably jump coordinate path. The computers said that it was not safe but the force told her other wise.

Hiting a series of controls she sets up all systems for the jump to hyper space. Cypher makes a small whine. He has a bad feeling about this as well. He trusts vonta but he is not so sure about the force even with all that he has seen vonta accomplish with it. In her orange jump suit she reachs out and grips the hyper drive leverge. Shifting it forward the hyper drive hums to life. The stars out side the canapy begin to stretch until they become solid lines. The fight enters hyper space and vonta falls into a deep meditation. LOoking amoung the posible futures to see what the force has in store for her.

Greyy was awaiting word from the TNA. Drewwa sat near the Blue orb of Almania and he could only sit and watch as the forces ate away at the Alliance ships. THe Allderaanian guard had recently broken away from the Allianace. Chosing to better serve them as a separate entity. But now he wa regreting that decision. The Guard could help but they would do nothing more but bring the arms of their foes on their heads as well. The guard would help in their own way when the time was right. For now he just sits and watches.

::Logan hope that the force has given you a way to answer these currents woes::

The Trilion Agressor Shadow hunter sat enroute to coordinates sent to him by Vonta Horn. He was a giant verison of a storm trooper. Now also covered in Vong armor as well. There was no mention of what he was needed for but she payed him in advanced. And a hefty sum as well. He hope that it is worth the effort he is going to need to use on this job if his intuition serves him well.

Logan smiled as he looked out the veiwport at Wayland.Down there was a full colony of Noghri and three other sentient species.Psadans.Meynerishi,and Human.When he had come to Wayland he had promised that he would protect them no matter what.Now he was being Tested.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> "The Almanian Elder Council agrees with you,General Logan,that somthing must be done.We have even just finished building the Great Dome of the Je'har.However,we believe that a military is a too drastic a measure.We have decided instead to consider your offer and proposal for another day.We will give you our final descision tommorow."

Logan bowed respectfully and left.He was looking forward to going home.His wife, Keira Logan would be preparing food right now.He always enjoyed spending time with his wife.When he got home there she was,cooking some roasted, thernbee meat,Logan's favorate.She turned and smiled pleasently when he entered.She was absolutely beautiful,with dark brown hair that went down to her waist.Crystal blue eyes,and a figure made for a seductive dancer.

"Are you hungry,Joren"?

"After a meeting with the Council,I am always hungry."

His wife smiled,a twinkle in her eye.

"Why don't you go set the table and I'll be there in a minute"

"Okay"<!--EZCODE BOLD END--><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->[/b]

Wade's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.A calm hand fell on his shoulder.

Logan winced.

"Sir? are you okay"?

"Quite alright Wade.I was just.....remembering the past"

"Is it painful"?

"Very"

"What happened"?

"It's my wife.I was just remembering the days leading up tot eh creation of The New Alliance...and the last few days I spent with her"

Wade's face was grim.

"What happened"?

"She died in a fire.In our home on Almania.We never figured out what caused it.I have always suspected that it was.....murder.But I have never proved it."


Logan turned to his communications officer.

"Send Coruscant a messege,The New Alliance wishes to join the New Republic.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Coruscant, New Republic Embassy #0221<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> A top priority message was recieved by one of numerous NR embassies at high noon, Coruscant time. While the majority of it's content was encrypted with a code that none of the techs in the embassy could crack, they did find a short footnote, which allowed them to get the errant message to the right destination.

And so the message was off again, this time to the New Republic's government center: Corellia.

The workers in the embassy who had handled the message were intrigued. From what they had been able to deduce, The New Alliance wanted to... 'talk business'.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->



<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Corellia, New Republic Chief of State's Office<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


"Sign here" an aide said to Leia Organa Solo. Leia obediently signed.

"And here and here and here, too..."

Leia rolled her eyes.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Politics. Hmph.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Some countless 'Leia Organa Solo's later, the aide picked up the stack of duraplast, nodded to Leia, and left.

"You know you're a politician when you can tell the time of day by how many times you've written your name so far..." Leia mumbled to herself, and turned to sift through a stack of datacards.

She was interrupted by a chime from her desk communications console.

"Yes?"

"Ma'am, we just recieved a top priority flagged message from one of our embassies on Coruscant. It seems to be New Alliance material."

Leia's brow wrinkled in thought.

"Route it through, I'll take care of it now."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Ten minutes later...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

A perplexed Leia sipped a mug of caf.

The New Alliance wanted to join the Republic? What would make them want to do that?

She called her aide in.

"Get me a direct line to wherever that messages' origin was traced to, probably New Alliance Headquarters. Then find Xylon. We may be in for a long day, though not a bad one..."

Logan was staring at the stars over the planet Wayland.Again he was thinking of his wife.....


<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "Oh come on Joren...it's not that bad a thought.I mean a baby is just the next natural evolutionary step."

"Keira,c'mon.Babies are smelly,dirty,loud,and...and......annoying"

"Joren"!

"Hey I am sorry but it's true"

"It is not and you know it.Babies are so small and...beautiful,and sweet.They are a gift from God."

"Keira,can we not tlk about this? I have a meeting with the Council of Old Geezers in an hour.I just need to relax and mentally prepare myself."

"You got it"

She leaned down and kissed him,then walked off into the kitchen.Even though there were such things as food synthisizers,Keira always enjoyed cooking herself.And Joren Logan absolutely loved her cooking.His favorate was cooked thrernbee.

A little later he was standing in front of the Council,Gral Omar spoke first.

"General Logan.While we were considering your proposal we recieved two vistors.These visitors has told us that they can help us decide,and help us they have.May I present Grand Moff Tarkin,Govenor of the Outer Rim Territories,and Admiral Daala."

At his words a stern,grim-looking elderly man came forward.He had a light shock of grey hair,and a young woman with firey red hair that grew to her waist.They stood stock-still,and both were staring at Logan.Tarkin spoke first.

"Hello,General Logan.I am rather please to meet you.Your exploits in the BlackStar uprisings are infamous"

"That was a long time ago,sir"

"Of course.Counciler Omar has already introduced my Mistress,Admiral Daala.She is here to offer advice to me."

"I am honored,Admiral"

The woman nodded but said nothing.

Tarkin ignored her silence.

"Anyway,the Empire beleives that a military on Almania is a good idea.and we would like to help you in this endeavour.You see,Almania is a ood base planet to strike at some...Rebellious worlds,but frankly we don't have the manpower right now to make a full-time garrison.
We would like the Almanian Government to set up one instead.The Empire will provide the costruction facilities to create a fleet for you planet tyo strike at the Rebellious Worlds within the Corperate Sector."

Logan stared at him.

"What about CSA"?

"Those band of fools? My good man the Emperor thinks they are no more effective at surpressing Rebel uprisings than a Gammorian is at commanding a fleet.We need someone who is clever,smart,and good at Fleet Command and Tactics.You,are the man we are looking for."

"I see"

"So will you do this"?

"I will consider...is that alright"

"Quite alright.I have to leave soon.The Empire is working ona rather big project right now....and it can not wait."

"I will have my answer tommorow"

"Excellent"

"Good bye,Grand Moff Tarkin,Admiral Daala"
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The Communication's officer broke into Logan's thoughts.

"Sir we have a response from Courscant"

"Alright.Send it to my Private Command Room"

"Yes sir"

Logan quickly walked into his office and made sure the door was locked,Mahk took up position on the outside of the door.

Logan turned on the holoprojector and was surprised to see a woman at the other end.

"Cheif of State Organa Solo.I am Regent Joren Logan.I am honored to finally meet you"

Leia had been waiting patiently for some time on the Regent to hear of her call and answer it, and her attention was drawn back to the holovid and someone finally appeared on the other end again and introduved themselves.

She nodded amiably to the hologram of Joren that floated just above the far side of her desk.

"Good day, Regent. The pleasure is mine.

I understand you wished to speak to a New Republic representative about some matters with the New Alliance. Your message intrigued me greatly. What exactly is it that you intend, and why?"

Logan smiled.

"Well Cheif Organa Solo,as you can see I am an old man.The New Alliance was created to protect those who wanted it.Unfortunately as of late,we have come under a serious attack.We just don't have the manpower to defend ourselves.Do not get me wrong,I don't want to place any of those burdens on the Republic's shoulders.I just am getting tired of running such a military...I just want a more....withdrawn role.That is somthing that the Alliance,right now,can not offer.If you would permit,we are serious about joining with the Republic"