The Zanithian Chronicles

ON:

Int. Phareen Home – Uridia IV

Starring into her beautiful eyes, Bremus felt as if the galaxy could collapse around him, that there was nothing sweeter than seeing the eyes of Sadrah again. A light wind tugged at the think draperies hanging around the windows, allowing the sweet scents of the garden outside to seep in. Rays of sunlight gave the appearance of a warm, tender aura glowing from her pale tan dress and olive colored skin. Small rays of light danced onto his face as her wavy her bounced and sprang about in the gentle breeze.
They were together again. It had only been their first month together in over twenty years. Even though they were always husband and wife, it felt to Bremus like he was dating her again – getting to know this woman who he was destined to fall in love with. He wondered how he was able to live twenty long years without Sadrah. She was a ball of energy, like a radiant child of joy – a bringer of never ending happiness. Slowly her soft, silky hand slid from her lap and onto his own hand. He closed his eyes at the touch, swallowing sensations. A soft breeze gusted at him, allowing him to breath deeply. A smile etched onto his war-hardened face, like that of an angelic statue birthing out of stone.

Opening his eyes, his lips locked with that of hers, locking them into a tight embrace. Adrenaline raged inside of him as if a massive storm exploded within him; a feeling Bremus last felt over two decades ago. Since then, no doubt, there have been exciting moments in those twenty long years, like discovering his son Nareth, but nothing as powerful as this.

Sadrah Phareen: “It has been far too long,” Sadrah muttered coolly. Her voice was warm with a deep but rich tone. “How was your day?”

Bremus groaned wearily.

Bremus Phareen: “Need I talk about it?”

His eyes slowly shifted to meet her gaze. An expectant look slid onto her face as she leaned back slightly.

Bremus Phareen: “You still have your touch,” Bremus growled with a smile.

She smiled in return.

Bremus Phareen: “Mostly fleet reassignments and military meetings with ambassadors of the Imperiums’ allies and protectorates. There was news that Nepralen encountered a new alien race.”

Sadrahs’ thin eyebrow arched quickly with curiosity. Already the passion was leaving the room. Inside, Bremus growled.

Sadrah Phareen: “Gren Nepralen?”

Her curiosity and memory were one of the things that always seemed to amaze Bremus. She never would forget and was always curious to know more.

Bremus Phareen: “Yes, the officer from the Star Destroyer Ravnos during the Empire days.”

Sadrah laughed.

Sadrah Phareen: “I never thought you two would still be serving together. He seemed more Imperial.”

Bremus Phareen: “So I thought. He . .”

On his desk, Bremus’ comm. beeped anxiously - it was the office. Something was going on. Quickly, Bremus rose from the sitting area and dashed to the desk. He rose out of instinct, not out of duty. His boots tapped heavily on the tile floor. He snatched the comm., opening the channel.

Bremus Phareen: “This is Phareen,” he said in a strict tone.

Already he was beginning to get a bad feeling. In the distance, Sadrah rose slowly, allowing her curiosity to take hold.

Voice: “Bremus, this is Triseti. I am calling to let you know that Chang is still out of action, his condition is critical. However, I have graver news, my friend,” said a voice from the comm.

Bremus stiffened, squeezing the small device firmly between his fingers. Sadrah placed her hand worriedly on her stomach. Tension began to absorb the happiness of the house.

Voice: “Emperor Zanith wants you to take over as assistant Lord until Chang is ready to take action, which may be a matter of days to maybe weeks. His condition is still fluctuating. Also, the Emperor has declared that all ships are to be readied for war.” Trisetis’ voice paused, allowing the news to sink in. Even the Tertiary Admirals’ tone was grim. “The Sith are preparing more trouble for us. I am sorry my friend.”

Images and emotions waved and crashed inside of him, pushing Bremus into disengage the comm., cutting off Triseti. A lone tear streaked down Sadrahs’ face as she stood silently behind him. Quickly, like the soldier he was, Bremus turned to face her.

Sadrah Phareen: “I will ready our bags. I am going with you.”

Bremus began to open his mouth. A pair of fingers glided over his lips, keeping him from speaking.

Sadrah Phareen: “I lost you once to a war. I am not going to lose you again.”

Quietly Bremus nodded in agreement. Sadrah hurried off out of the room. Her dress glided gracefully behind her as she left. Taking a few steps forward, Bremus took in the view of the Universal Building in the distance, which stood greatly behind several other buildings like the one he lived in. As if they had received word of the war, the sounds of the birds quickly faded as the last of the two suns of Uridia slipped behind the Concardia Mountains. Darkness was going to take grip soon . . .

Int. Crymson Iyces’ Quarters – Uridia Two Research Center.

Crimsons’ comm. beeped wildly. She had left it in the room again. Quickly, a cleaning droid hurried to the source of the sounds, picking up the device and opening the channel.

Droid: “This is CGD-51 at your service,” the droid said in courteous manner.

Voice: “This Shoshtek Arbitean, where is Captain Iyce,” demanded the voice of the Samoarian Overlord on the comm.

CGD-51: “She is currently unavailable, shall I take a message?”

A growl rumbled out in response. Shocked at the behavior, the droid pulled the device slightly away from its’ face, analyzing it for errors with its’ photoreceptors. Curiously, the droid shook the device around for a moment, no doubt checking for any loose parts.

Samoarian Overlord Shoshtek Arbitean: “Inform the Captain that she is to report to the Wraith at once. There has been a change in plans. That is all.”

A beep followed the accented words of the Samoarian as he cut the channel. A synthesized gasp came from the droid.

CGD-51: “How rude! I cannot believe humanoid behavior sometimes, so rude and inconsiderate. Certainly not as friendly as a droid.”

Without regarding the meaning of the message, the droid quickly dropped the comm. back into its’ place on the table and scuttled off towards the opposite edge of the room, resuming the needed cleaning.

hehehe, just noticed this was here Dave, might as well add some of my insanity too eh? :p

ON:
==Deep space==

The Zenoraa fleet cruised slowly through Impirium space. The fleet
was arraid with the civilian vessles and transports in the center and
the military vessles surrounding in a defencive pattern. Nearbye to
port the Triumph cruised, escorting and guiding the Zenoraa fleet.
It wouldnt be long now till they arrived at their destination,
another week and they would be there...


==Revenger==

Kresskura Geriden sat in his assigned quarter's, outside stood the
guard that had been assigned to Gariden since he was in a constant
foul mood since Chang impounded his ship and refused to let him
depart.
Gariden sat thinking of an escape plan, he's been stuck on this
bucket of bolts ever since the war had ended, and they had not paid
him for his services and were holding him on the revenger agenst his
will.

==Corucaunt==

An Impirium Tydirious shuttle slowly settled down onto landing pad-
356 and extended it's main bording ramp. An officer in a New Republic
general's uniform strode down the ramp and greeted the officials who
had come to meet him.

"It's good to see you again sir" said one of the officer's,
shaking the general's hand.

"Same here my friend" replied General Tremess.

"As you've requested, the admiralty will see you in the morning."

==Southern coastal city, Bothwaii==

Arnell Ray'laya sat on the porch of his sea side home looking out
on the waves as the sun began to set. The old Bothan was a veterin
pilot of the Rebellion. He had led one of the most infamous fighter
squadrons of the time. Thought now retired for the past 15 years he
sometimes did consulting work for the New Republic and had many
contacts throughout the galaxy that would bring him news and
information once and a while. Earlyer in the day one of his contacts
had brought him disturbing new from Tatooine. He wouldnt have paid
much attention to it, since he had recently decided he was done with
the affairs of the galaxy once and for all, but the name of Admiral
Toddman had cought his eye. His old friend was up to something.

"All is ready" said Kry'fya, Arnell's aid who had come out from
the house.

"Alright, I'm coming" said the Bothan as he got to his feet and
grabbed his cain. Kry'fya handed Arnell his flight helmet. "Take care
of the place for me"

"I will" said Kry'fya.

Arnell walked out to the landing pad that sat out past his
garden. On the pad sat an old well used BTL-A4 Y-wing baring rebel
insignia and the old crest of Echo Squadron. Arnell climbed into the
fighter and powered up the twin Ion engines. There was a lond rumble
as the well maintaind engines came to life. Arnell flicked a few more
switches and the fighter lifted into the air. After hovering for a
moment the fighter jetted into the sky and jumped into hyperspace,
it's course set for tatooine...

OFF:


James
AKA
General (Ret.) Arnell Ray'laya
-Consultent to the Republic navy & heroe of the Rebellion
Kresskura Gariden
-Smuggler and captain of the Raven
General Tremess
-Jedi Knight & CO of Echo Squadron
Captain Gavren
-CO of the Zenoraa Armored Cruiser Alatar
Captain Drake
-Smuggler leader

Hey! Stop showing off - this is my thread, man!

Maybe you two should collaborate.

LOL!!! *pokes Dave w/ a stick*


Proximo; both my and Dave's post here are for the same story, :p We are collaberating LOL!!! :p