Topic: The Force to be Reckoned With

Wolvinator · Date: 2007-11-10 17:46 EST

Wolvinator sat in his seat in his main office of the estate, his eyes fixated on a computer screen that he had been looking at for quite sometime. Day had turned to night quicker now that it was November. The late autumn months had increasingly less and less daylight in the late afternoon and early evening. He had been sitting at the console most of the day, an empty glass sat in front of him that had been used and reused multiple times that day. Two empty plates also sat behind the terminal, littered with various food particles and expended napkins. Most of that day was an underestimate, all day was more correct.

He had been reviewing articles all day, as well as logs and notes from various entries. Wolvie had been studying the history and theology behind those who were practitioners of ?The Force?. Some viewed it as a religion, while others viewed it as a way of life and due to his recent encounters with the Sith, he felt he needed to study the subject more in depth. He knew quite a bit to begin with, though he hadn?t let on to either of the individuals he met. His Grandfather, Heron-Ojo Ahdee'kee, was a Jedi Master and served as a member of the Jedi council for quite a long time, and was one of the surviving members of the ?Great Purge? in which Darth Vader had slaughtered most of the Jedi in existence. Ahdee'kee was able to escape and fled back to the Milky Way Galaxy, and proceeded to continue on with his life.

Growing up as a child, his grandfather would tell him stories of the Jedi. How they would encounter evil Jedi and fight them to the death. Yet as a youngster these stories were told in such a fashion that he considered them to be more entertainment then actual facts. As he grew older, he then realized that these bedtime stories were more and more true. His grandfather would go as far as bestowing his lightsaber to his father, and then in later years his father to him, in hopes that it would always be safeguarded under the family name.

As he grew into his early adult years, a good friend of his, Faseout, would find out his true origin. Faseout had been from the same Galaxy where Wolvinator?s Grandfather had served as a Jedi. He was sent away as a small child in hopes that one day he would return as a trained Jedi? to battle the Galactic Empire. When Faseout found this out, he immediately departed for a Wormhole that connected the two Galaxies together, and began his training. He would train and become the Jedi he was destined do, and would go on to have his own adventures, frequently traveling back and forth.

This? was the key Wolvinator needed.

Wolvinator had been searching for an answer. He was looking to see if there were any way possible to counteract the Force, aside from another Force user. Sure? his harmonic inhibitor could stop Magic, but would that work for the Force. Energy? is energy after all. But he wouldn?t last long against one of these Sith, especially if these encounters would continue. Despite everything that he read through, he couldn?t find an answer. But then again? he could go to the source. He needed to seek out a Jedi. Faseout? was that Jedi

Wolvinator · Date: 2007-11-12 11:24 EST

The view screen flickered on as communications were established. Live communications from Rhy?Din to the Federation were sketchy at best due to the Rhy?Din Nebula and the Nexus that surrounds it. Most messages were passed via subspace relay through the Nebula, yet actual face to face communications were easily distorted and sometimes impossible to establish. Yet this was one of those times were it was possible.

On the viewer was a young looking gentleman, in his early thirties at best wearing a Starfleet Uniform. The rank insignia on his collar device indicated him to be a Captain. He was a thin man with short dark hair, blue eyes, and a soul patch on his chin.

?Wolvie, how?s it going buddy? Haven?t heard from ya since you left, how the hell are you??

?Eh, things could be better at the moment Faseout. How?re you??

?Sorry to hear that buddy, things over here are? quiet for the most part. So that?s either a very good thing, or a very bad thing.? Faseout smirked as Wolvinator let out a soft chuckle. From the way they spoke to one another, there was a deep rooted history there. It didn?t take a genius to figure that much out. It seemed like over the past few months, Wolvinator was seeking out quite a few people that had been long time friends and team members, seeing as how problems were slowly popping up.

?So they got you out in the stars again, hrm?? Wolvinator asked.

?Yeah for the time being, six months or so, then I?ll most likely head back to Earth. That is? if nothing else pops up.?

?That always seems to be the case with us though, doesn?t it??

?That it does. So, I received your preliminary message, something about some Sith you?re running into??

?Yes. They seem to be working together, trying to cooperatively sway the local government, cause trouble, that sort of thing.? Faseout smiled, shaking his head as Wolvinator spoke.

?Isn?t that always the case with them??

?You know it is. Well? I had my run ins with them and it seems that hand to hand combat shouldn?t be an issue, despite one of them seeming to be quite tactical. The problem is-" Faseout interrupted then.

?Their powers? The Force??

?Bingo.? Wolvinator replied to him. ?And I want to find a way to? neutralize that, if at all possible.?

?Well, there is an animal on the planet? Myrkr I believe, it?s an inner rim territory. They?re called Ysalamir, or Ysalamiri for plural. They create a force neutral ?bubble? that basically protects them from Light as well as Dark attacks. Their range can vary from a few meters to miles, and the bubble grows the more Ysalamiri are in an area.? Wolvie nodded hearing his friend speak.

?I couldn?t find that in the databanks.?

?It isn?t exactly something that either side wants to get out, ya know.?

?Thanks for that Faseout, I appreciate it.?

?If you need a hand getting a hold of some, or if you need a hand in general, don?t hesitate to ask Wolvie.? A smile came to both of the men?s faces as he said that.

?Thanks old friend.?

?No problem, and?? He paused for a moment, with a nod. ?May the Force be with you Wolvinator.?

Wolvinator · Date: 2007-11-14 19:19 EST

((The following events happened immediately following a live RP session during the evening of November 13th in the Southern Glen))

A few days had passed since his conversation with the Captain, and things could be considered ?up and down? at best. A Propaganda campaign was launched against him by an unknown source, yet he had suspected who was most likely behind it. There were Dark times falling all around Rhy?Din, and as seemed to be the current trend, Wolvinator had been caught in the middle of it. And in this, what some could label as a ?War?, the tides were about to change.

Below the Grayskull Estate was a secret Subbasement level, that only a select few were aware of its existence, and even fewer had access to it. A computer operated processing sound suddenly chimed from one of the rooms as a support system came online. Instantly a crystallized blue light streamed down onto one in a series of black floor pads. Materializing from the light was the figure of a person lying on the floor. As the seconds past, more and more of the being came into view. It was the figure of a man, wearing a battered black suit that had variable slash marks and a prominent cauterized wound on his left torso.

The blue light faded now, as the man lay there momentarily taken over by a severe coughing fit.

?Get up?? he thought to himself.

?No? time for pain. Get your ass to your feet?? coughing a bit more, then words actually spewed from his lips.

?Get? up? Wolvvvvvvvvvvvvvvinator!? he said, pushing himself with most of his strength to stand.

Dirt was plastered to his face, he didn?t even have his usual robe on at this point as it had been lost in battle, and various singe marks littered his black uniform. Wolvinator had been involved in a horrific battle, mere moments ago. Kaddris, the Sith that he had engaged the Admiral twice before, was involved in a heated battle when Wolvie entered the Glen. The battle quickly escalated, seeing as how the Falleen was engaging nearly six individuals, and Wolvinator could not sit idly by. As the battle drew to a close, he had been severely wounded, being impaled in his side by his opponents Lightsaber. He had to act fast to end this encounter, and end this evil? once and for all.

As he fell from a tree, due in no small part from an Electro Magnetic Pulse Blast, Wolvinator smacked a Viridium patch onto Kaddris?s back, while activating his own Emergency Transporter System. The patch served as a small tracking device while the Emergency Transporter System had a built in protocol. It was used if Wolvinator was in serious trouble, as he could activate the transporter system at the estate and be directly beamed into the subbasement transporter room. That? is how he ended up in the current situation.

He was on his feet by this point, nearly draped over the transporter console as he tapped away at the keypads. Suddenly there was a click and an acknowledgement sound.

?Bingo?? he blurted out. ?Got ?em?? The Admiral had locked onto the Falleen in the Glen, but that wasn?t all he wanted to do. He had to get rid of him, and fast. Sliding his hand across the console he picked a region, and tapped onto a map of the planet. The only thing was? the sector he picked wasn?t on the planet.

It was space.

?Say goodbye? Lizard breath.? Sliding his hand up, the transporter engaged and energized Kaddris. Wolvie slid down now as the computer acknowledged transport was complete. There wasn?t anything fancy about it, no big? ?out with a bang? exit. He was transported into a deep? deep orbit around the planet, and it was quite possible that?

Kaddris was no more.

Wolvinator · Date: 2007-11-27 23:17 EST

There was the sound of a beep in an empty room. As quick, and slight as the sound was, it still managed to generate an echo in the mostly wooden decorated office. The chime sounded again with another pause. Sounding a third time, it looked as though it was going to go unanswered until a flash rushed in and pressed the button.

?This is gateway station, requesting to speak with Admiral Wolvinator.?

It was only audio, no viewscreen at the moment from the station. It looked as though he just got out of the shower. He was barefoot, wearing no shirt, and holding a towel tightly around his waist. Wolvie?s hair and chest was dripping wet and perhaps it was better that he wasn?t on viewer.

?This is Admiral Wolvinator, please go ahead.?

?Admiral, this is a courtesy transmission to inform you that we have a delivery arriving for you at Star?s End spaceport at eleven-hundred hours local time.?

Pausing for a moment, Wolvie thought on that as he looked over to a digital chronometer on his desk. 09:43. He had the time to get there.

?Understood Gateway station, I shall arrive personally to pickup the transport.?

?Roger Admiral. Gateway station out.?

The communications link severed with a small beep. Looks as though the items he had been waiting for had finally arrived. Turning away from his office now, he removed the towel to dry off his short hair. Regardless of the time he had on his hands, he wanted to get ready quickly to make sure he was on time for his transport. To Wolvinator early? meant on time, and if you were on time? you were late. Daylight was burning, and he wanted to ensure that there wasn?t a second wasted.

Wolvinator · Date: 2007-11-29 19:04 EST

The Admiral stood there patiently, hands behind his back as he waited at parade rest. He was most certainly a military man in every form and fashion. Wolvinator?s robe flapped a bit behind him from sporadic wind gusts. It wasn?t much of a windy day, yet from all the passing transports at the Star?s End Spaceport the wind of thrusters and engines made it quite a windy venue. It was a few minutes before eleven hundred hours. Punctuality was key with him, especially on this type of delivery. He wanted to ensure that it went flawlessly considering the importance of the contents.

Then the wind kicked up something fierce on cargo area Papa-One, Wolvie looked up to see a Gateway Station transport making it?s landing to the pad a minute before eleven. Right on time. Some of the deck crew moved to give clearance for the transport, crouching down a bit by some crates and mooring stations. The vessel came closer and closer to the deck as the gusts became fiercer. His robe was wildly flapping now, whipping behind him like a long flag in a fierce storm. Squinting a bit he watched it land, as other workers had blast shields and forearms in front of their faces. Then, the second it touched down on the landing platform the wind immediately ceased. The grounds crew moved over towards the transport now as Wolvie adjusted the robe around his frame.

Making his way to the rear of the craft, the bay doors opened and a ramp moved outward. The workers entered the vessel as one of them checked the cargo manifest, Wolvinator waited just on the edge of the ramp, still in parade rest. There was only one crate on the manifest, as he had previously instructed. The Admiral wanted this to be as flawless as possible. No interruptions, no issues, just in and out. The cargo container?s anti gravity field was activated and it lifted roughly one foot off of the ground. The four workers took hold of it as they guided it down the ramp and over towards the recipient.

?Here you go Admiral?? One of the men said, as they offered him the delivery manifest. He would take the manifest, yet looked at the container with an up nod.

?Open it please.? He asked the men, looking over at the container. Quickly complying, they released the locks and the top of the container and it opened itself. Inside was what looked to be a brand new, custom modified, Harley Davidson VRSCD Night Rod. It was a black and chrome motorcycle, with huge exhausts and various dials and switches all across the handlebars. Wolvie needed something to get around, and he couldn?t always rely on the local livery service, or his Starwing for that matter. This would definitely make things a bit easier.

Wolvie reached into his robe now, taking out his tricorder to scan over the container. His eyes scanned over the readings. The motorcycle definitely showed up immediately, as well as four? small life signs. Examining over it for a moment longer, he closed the tricorder.

?Excellent, gentlemen please lock it again.? The workers moved to lock it as Wolvie signed over the manifest, handing it back to the supervisor. It seemed as though everything in his shipment had arrived.

Wolvinator · Date: 2007-12-01 13:46 EST

Wolvie stayed with his cargo every step of the way, through its entire transport from the Star?s End landing pad to the side of his estate. There wasn?t any way that he was going to let it out of his site. His tricorder was opened occasionally to check the contents, last thing he needed was for anything to just show up missing. The deck hands made their way into the estate after some time, while the Admiral directed them over to the rose garden.

?Right there fellas? He said to them as the halted the container just outside one of the walkways through the rose garden. The path was too short, and there wasn?t any way that the container would make it through, so it was odd that he would want it stopped there.

?Alright then Admiral, there you are.? One of the men spoke. Wolvinator approached him and shook his hand, passing a few pieces of currency to the man for his labor.

?That?s fer you guys, thanks for the hand.? The man nodded to him with a smile as he went back to his small work crew.

?Anytime sir.?

They made their way off of the property now, the large exterior gates to the estate closing after them. Wolvinator took his time and waited a few moments, he didn?t want to seem like he was in a rush by any means, but when it looked as though the neighborhood was calm and quiet he tapped the small Communicator badge that was on his chest beneath his robe.

?Computer, activate Rose Garden holographic protection.? His command was followed by what sounded by a wave of energy, but there wasn?t any change at all. And for the next few events, no one outside of the estate?s walls would be able to see anything taking place.

?Computer?? he tapped the badge again. "Open Rose Garden docking bay, and elevate lift to ground level.?

In what seemed like an instant, the garden lowered itself into the ground and then disappeared into the darkness below. It seemed as though the Rose Garden itself was resting on some form of hangar bay. A few moments after the roses disappeared a metallic lift arrived to fill in the hole that was there. Wolvie glanced around for a moment longer as he went over to the cargo container. Pushing it with one hand, the anti gravity units did most of the work for him, and he moved it over to the lift. Then with a press of a small terminal the lift sped downward, and the rose garden replaced itself. It looked as though he might not have even needed a holographic protection of the facility, yet prying eyes were always watching, and he didn?t want to give away all of his secrets.

Wolvinator arrived in the subbasement of his estate and moved the cargo pod off of the lift and over towards a mechanics work area. The Subbasement was a safe haven for secret projects, and his space fighters, which for some reason at the moment there were two parked side by side. As the cargo pod reached the area, he deactivated the anti gravity device and the container settled on the ground. All of the controls for antigravity, as well as opening and closing the container were done from a side panel that was on the container itself. Wolvie moved over it now to release the locks and completely open the container.

There was the custom modified Harley Davidson VRSCD Night Rod in all it?s glory. The Florescent lighting of the hangar seemed to make it almost glow back at him. Yet he wasn?t paying attention to that at the moment, he was paying attention to the four large boxes that were used to keep the bike standing upright. That wasn?t all they were meant to do however. The Admiral knelt down now, running his hand over the box to open it.

?It?s alright little guy? no more box fer you and yer buddies.? Wolvie spoke as he reached his hand inside; giving a pet to the rather well sized animal that was inside. The box contained a tree branch, with a furry, lizard-like tree-dweller attached to it with its teeth sunk into the bark. Wolvie?s hand moved to give it a pet, and it seemed to react to that a bit. It was a quite docile, pet-like even. All of the things he researched about this animal appeared to be quite true, and he would make sure to take care of his newly acquired ?friends?. The Ysalamiri.