Dramatis Personae
Cal Omas; Chief of State of the Galactic Federation of Free
Alliances(male human)
Dral Crayson; Fleet Admiral, Third in Command of the Galaxy
Guardian(male human)
James Lightsword; Grand Marshal, Commander of Galaxy
Guardian, Leader of Sages, Jedi Master(male human)
Reia Sirra Lightsword; Fleet Admiral, Sage Pilot, Jedi Master(female
human)
Micov Tabrev; High Admiral, XO of Galaxy Guardian(male Barabel)
Han Solo; Task Force Member, Captain Millennium Falcon(male
human)
Korin Blackthorn; Force-Marshal, Leader of Midnight Daggers, Jedi
Master(male human)
Leia Organa Solo; Task Force Member, Jedi Knight(female human)
Jaina Solo Fel; Sage Pilot; Jedi Master(female human)
Jagged Fel; Sage Pilot(male human)
Wes Janson; Sage Pilot(male human)
Jay Flo; Sage Pilot, Jedi Master(male human)
Talon Karrde; Commander of Smuggler Forces, Captain Finest
Caliber(male human)
Mara Jade Skywalker; Sage Pilot, Jedi Master(female human)
Zion Teser; Major, Sage Pilot(male human)
Cris Zure; Lieutenant, Communications Officer(male human)
Dread Scar; Sage Pilot(male Kurast)
Raset Taron; Sage Pilot, Jedi Knight(female Barabel)
Soov Hul; Sage Pilot(male Yuuzhan Vong)
Chron Tyers; High Admiral, Leader of Imperial Forces(male human)
Gram Maboro; Captain, XO of Cosmos Commander(male human)
A Jedi standing tall on the bridge of the Super Star
Destroyer Galaxy Guardian. Now two months after the Kurast
war ended. The ship floated supremely in the space above
Dantooine.
The Jedi's name was James Lightsword, heretic among
Jedi, but a friend to them all.
"Sir," a familiar reptilian voice called, "we have an
incoming priority call from the senator of Dantooine."
"Thank you, Admiral Tabrev. Put it up on the screen."
The picture of the senator came up to the large screen on
the bridge of the massive ship. "This is Grand Marshal James
Lightsword. Go ahead, Senator." James loved to frequently
try out his new title.
"Marshal, we have a problem down here. A vigilante
group has stolen twenty of our best fighters and is trying
to get offworld. We are sending you the coordinates for
where they are. Get our fighters back." It was a demand.
James obeyed the demand anyhow. "We will, Senator." He
looked down at the one-point-eight meter tall woman next to
him. Her face was beautiful and did not betray her age.
She looked up into James' eyes, her cobalt blue eyes
showing the loving gaze she nourished. "Not this time,
James."
"Now, now, Admiral. I am your superior you must call me
'sir' or face the consequences."
"You wouldn't be so lucky," she said.
"I don't believe in luck," James said.
She turned her body away from him in a mock-disgusted
gesture, her one-point-eight meter long hair swishing as she
did so, "Then I'm not speaking to you."
James felt her playfulness rising. He grinned. "Now,
now, dear, we can't have that can we?" He lightly touched
his wife's shoulder's as he came up behind her so his body
pressed against hers.
She lightly grinned. "Let's go get those fighters shall
we?"
"Certainly," James said and he turned towards his
communications officer, Cris Zure, "Lieutenant Zure, contact
the Sages, we are going in."
"Yes, sir," Zure said, trying not to notice his
leaders' increased playfulness since they left the Unknown
Regions, but Zure understood. James was under a tremendous
amount of pressure fighting the Kurast. He barely had
anytime to himself, or to be with his wife. Now, he was
home. Things were different.
James and his wife Reia ran off the bridge of the
Destroyer and were going down to the hanger to board their
craft: the most advanced X-wings in the Galactic Federation
of Free Alliances, or GFFA, XX3's.
The whole squadron launched from the main hanger, ten
X-wings, one Yuuzhan Vong coralskipper, and one Kurast
maincraft. The pilot of the maincraft was a defector named
Dread Scar. The pilot of the coralskipper was a Yuuzhan Vong
defector named Soov Hul.
Both were qualified to become Sages; Hul was over forty
and Scar was well over forty, three-hundred-ten years old.
That alone made them qualify, but Scar was also in five wars
and it really put him over the edge.
As the squadron pushed up their throttles they saw
their quarry: twenty XX-class X-wings.
James laughed. "I designed them, now they are going to
be used against me. Excellent."
"The hunt begins, said Sage Seven, Dread Scar.
Twenty X-wings bore down on the Sages, lasers firing
and torpedoes dummying around them. The superb shields of
the Sages took the beating.
"To the unidentified vigilante group: the is Grand
Marshal Lightsword of the Sages. I designed those ships, I
can just as easily turn them against you. They will become
death traps. Surrender or be destroyed."
"Holy Sithspawn! Grand Marshal Lightsword!
We...uh...we," he was trying to be defiant, but he knew he
would never survive, especially as he saw the massive bulk
of the Galaxy Guardian bearing down on his from his right.
"We will come peacefully."
"Wonderful. Go into the main hanger of the Super Star
Destroyer. We will give you transport back to Dantooine."
The vigilantes did as instructed a few minutes later as
they reached the Guardian.
James used his comlink to call, "
Corvette Relyasis, this is Lightsword. Captain Cep, fire her up. Transport
these prisoners back to Dantooine, the senator will inform
you where to go as you get closer."
"Yes, sir," Cep spoke.
He changed frequencies. "Lieutenant Zure, this is Lightsword. Send
twenty snubfighter pilots down to the
hangar."
"Yes, sir. We have to pull them from the turbolaser
posts."
"Do as you have to, Lieutenant," James said.
"Yes, sir," the answer was.
Behind James the Sages were at a grueling attention.
They were waiting to be dismissed.
James turned around. "Present! Arms!" he boomed, the
sound reverberating off the distant walls. He in no way used
the Force.
The group came to a salute. James said, "Order! Arms!"
The group let their hands fall to their sides. "Dismissed!"
The group dispersed. It was a joyous time for the
Sages, and all of the GFFA. Strife threatened no one. The
galaxy was simplified again.
Cal Omas; Chief of State of the Galactic Federation of Free
Alliances(male human)
Dral Crayson; Fleet Admiral, Third in Command of the Galaxy
Guardian(male human)
James Lightsword; Grand Marshal, Commander of Galaxy
Guardian, Leader of Sages, Jedi Master(male human)
Reia Sirra Lightsword; Fleet Admiral, Sage Pilot, Jedi Master(female
human)
Micov Tabrev; High Admiral, XO of Galaxy Guardian(male Barabel)
Han Solo; Task Force Member, Captain Millennium Falcon(male
human)
Korin Blackthorn; Force-Marshal, Leader of Midnight Daggers, Jedi
Master(male human)
Leia Organa Solo; Task Force Member, Jedi Knight(female human)
Jaina Solo Fel; Sage Pilot; Jedi Master(female human)
Jagged Fel; Sage Pilot(male human)
Wes Janson; Sage Pilot(male human)
Jay Flo; Sage Pilot, Jedi Master(male human)
Talon Karrde; Commander of Smuggler Forces, Captain Finest
Caliber(male human)
Mara Jade Skywalker; Sage Pilot, Jedi Master(female human)
Zion Teser; Major, Sage Pilot(male human)
Cris Zure; Lieutenant, Communications Officer(male human)
Dread Scar; Sage Pilot(male Kurast)
Raset Taron; Sage Pilot, Jedi Knight(female Barabel)
Soov Hul; Sage Pilot(male Yuuzhan Vong)
Chron Tyers; High Admiral, Leader of Imperial Forces(male human)
Gram Maboro; Captain, XO of Cosmos Commander(male human)
A Jedi standing tall on the bridge of the Super Star
Destroyer Galaxy Guardian. Now two months after the Kurast
war ended. The ship floated supremely in the space above
Dantooine.
The Jedi's name was James Lightsword, heretic among
Jedi, but a friend to them all.
"Sir," a familiar reptilian voice called, "we have an
incoming priority call from the senator of Dantooine."
"Thank you, Admiral Tabrev. Put it up on the screen."
The picture of the senator came up to the large screen on
the bridge of the massive ship. "This is Grand Marshal James
Lightsword. Go ahead, Senator." James loved to frequently
try out his new title.
"Marshal, we have a problem down here. A vigilante
group has stolen twenty of our best fighters and is trying
to get offworld. We are sending you the coordinates for
where they are. Get our fighters back." It was a demand.
James obeyed the demand anyhow. "We will, Senator." He
looked down at the one-point-eight meter tall woman next to
him. Her face was beautiful and did not betray her age.
She looked up into James' eyes, her cobalt blue eyes
showing the loving gaze she nourished. "Not this time,
James."
"Now, now, Admiral. I am your superior you must call me
'sir' or face the consequences."
"You wouldn't be so lucky," she said.
"I don't believe in luck," James said.
She turned her body away from him in a mock-disgusted
gesture, her one-point-eight meter long hair swishing as she
did so, "Then I'm not speaking to you."
James felt her playfulness rising. He grinned. "Now,
now, dear, we can't have that can we?" He lightly touched
his wife's shoulder's as he came up behind her so his body
pressed against hers.
She lightly grinned. "Let's go get those fighters shall
we?"
"Certainly," James said and he turned towards his
communications officer, Cris Zure, "Lieutenant Zure, contact
the Sages, we are going in."
"Yes, sir," Zure said, trying not to notice his
leaders' increased playfulness since they left the Unknown
Regions, but Zure understood. James was under a tremendous
amount of pressure fighting the Kurast. He barely had
anytime to himself, or to be with his wife. Now, he was
home. Things were different.
James and his wife Reia ran off the bridge of the
Destroyer and were going down to the hanger to board their
craft: the most advanced X-wings in the Galactic Federation
of Free Alliances, or GFFA, XX3's.
The whole squadron launched from the main hanger, ten
X-wings, one Yuuzhan Vong coralskipper, and one Kurast
maincraft. The pilot of the maincraft was a defector named
Dread Scar. The pilot of the coralskipper was a Yuuzhan Vong
defector named Soov Hul.
Both were qualified to become Sages; Hul was over forty
and Scar was well over forty, three-hundred-ten years old.
That alone made them qualify, but Scar was also in five wars
and it really put him over the edge.
As the squadron pushed up their throttles they saw
their quarry: twenty XX-class X-wings.
James laughed. "I designed them, now they are going to
be used against me. Excellent."
"The hunt begins, said Sage Seven, Dread Scar.
Twenty X-wings bore down on the Sages, lasers firing
and torpedoes dummying around them. The superb shields of
the Sages took the beating.
"To the unidentified vigilante group: the is Grand
Marshal Lightsword of the Sages. I designed those ships, I
can just as easily turn them against you. They will become
death traps. Surrender or be destroyed."
"Holy Sithspawn! Grand Marshal Lightsword!
We...uh...we," he was trying to be defiant, but he knew he
would never survive, especially as he saw the massive bulk
of the Galaxy Guardian bearing down on his from his right.
"We will come peacefully."
"Wonderful. Go into the main hanger of the Super Star
Destroyer. We will give you transport back to Dantooine."
The vigilantes did as instructed a few minutes later as
they reached the Guardian.
James used his comlink to call, "
Corvette Relyasis, this is Lightsword. Captain Cep, fire her up. Transport
these prisoners back to Dantooine, the senator will inform
you where to go as you get closer."
"Yes, sir," Cep spoke.
He changed frequencies. "Lieutenant Zure, this is Lightsword. Send
twenty snubfighter pilots down to the
hangar."
"Yes, sir. We have to pull them from the turbolaser
posts."
"Do as you have to, Lieutenant," James said.
"Yes, sir," the answer was.
Behind James the Sages were at a grueling attention.
They were waiting to be dismissed.
James turned around. "Present! Arms!" he boomed, the
sound reverberating off the distant walls. He in no way used
the Force.
The group came to a salute. James said, "Order! Arms!"
The group let their hands fall to their sides. "Dismissed!"
The group dispersed. It was a joyous time for the
Sages, and all of the GFFA. Strife threatened no one. The
galaxy was simplified again.