Something has changed....{open}

[Mr.Bøbert]

Urias chuckled to himself as he launched the Sun-detonator towards the ancient star. "What better way to kill a target then blow up the system?" he said to himself. He watched and waited for the explosion. But there was none. Instead, in a spectacular display, the star collapsed, forming a black hole. Urias' eyes widened, and he frantically tried to plot a hyperspace course before he was pulled in. But he wasn't fast enough, and he winced as he was sucked into the event horizon of the black hole. He held his eyes shut for a few seconds, then opened one, looking out the viewport. He saw something he hadn't expected to see: a wormhole. He opened his other eye and stared for a second, just before the view out the viewport flashed bright white, and he winced again. He opened his eyes again, and saw that he was in orbit around Coruscant. Again, he just stared for a moment, but then a massive gray triangle-ish shaped ship rose in front of him, just as his comm came to life. "Unidentified ship, this is the Imperial Star Destroyer Devious. You are in a restricted area and are being detained. Do not attempt to escape the tractor beam or we will be forced to destroy you." Urias quickly made sure his lightsaber was hidden behind the cloth, although the crew of the Destroyer would probably search him. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Had Coruscant been taken over by an entire new faction? Had the Republic hired a mercenary group? Had the Republic created a whole new class of ships? No doubt things would become clearer when he got a chance to talk to the crew of the Star Destroyer.


ooc: I've always wondered what would happen if some of our chars had been taken to the Empire-era.... lol

[dragonofash]

((Ooh that sounds fun and yeah, i've thought the same thing lol))

Erridan tapped a bridge control almost impatiently. The Temple had sent him out to investigate why there'd been no communication from the system he was heading to. He tapped another control only to be met with the frustrating dead end of communications from Mezrat (just made up a name for it lol). "Well, I'll find out what's going on there when I show up."

He watched as the countdown reached zero and he was dropped out of hyperspace...right into a black hole. "OH SH-" was all the time Erradin had to speak before he found himself moving through the black hole. A wormhole? Wierd...no choice but to follow it I guess...

As he sensed the other end of the wormhole approaching he yanked hard on his controls to avoid another ship sitting at the other end. Whoever it was was at least Force-sensitive. Erradin could feel it. He stopped his ship and looked at his destination. "C-Coruscant?!" he spluttered out. Something doesn't feel the same about it though... Erradin sighed. Things were going to get complicated, he just knew it...

[Foxfire]

"This suit smells foul. Guess Horuia failed to wash it the last time he wore it." Je'Baru Nargurk muttered as he prepared to board the incoming ship. He was one of the unfortunate few noghri guard that were scattered thru-out the fleet sent as spies or quick knives. Now in the disguise of a simple storm trooper, he readied him self for anything this twisted universe had to offer.

He really wished that he had his noghri weapons and not these clunky rifles. "No wonder these guys die so fast." A fading thought came to him he wished again to go home and see if there was any way to stop the poisoning of his world. Ever since the escape pod of the Scarlet Saber malfunctioned near that black hole and him being sent to the future, things kept getting weird for Je'Baru. He was taken as one of the noghri of this time and sent to see a tall dark figure in all black. Je'Baru wasn't impressed with this person. He'd seen more worthy people in his time. So as to find a way back he did as the natives did. Now in a perimeter line around the ship he waited to see if he would get to kill or have to suffer again with another boring week of nothing to kill.

[Makiro]

Makiro scowled as the ship shook violently.

"Captain Alithma! We must be drawing nearer; prepare to fire all batteries!"

The half-Echani officer nodded tersely and relayed the commands to her relevant underlings. Who did that young Jedi think he was, ordering her about like that. When she got back to Kuat, she was going to make sure that her uncle heard about this!

In the viewport ahead of him, still far off in the distance, Makiro saw the faint shape of the foul machine they had been tracking for so long. He was glad that it was almost time to rid the Galaxy of it forever.

Seconds passed and the Republic-liveried Hammerhead Cruiser grew closer and closer to the dark miscreation, the crew waiting in complete silence. The atmosphere was so tense you could have cut it with a vibroblade.

Suddenly, red lights were flashing and alarms were wailing: they were under attack!

Fighters shot past the viewports, their cannons firing glowing beams of pure energy into the Tython's shields, which flickered blue in response.

"Captain Alithma! Return fire!"

Seconds later and the Tython's own cannons were responding in kind to the fighters. But this was not a battle they would win. Already Makiro could hear the engines failing. Feel the deck shuddering underneath his booted feet. He wished his master were here.

Of a sudden, the evil space station ahead of the ship fired a great burst of energy into the heart of the system's sun, and it imploded.

An unthinkably dark black hole ripped open the void in front of them, and began to draw them in. On either side, enemy fighters disengaged smoothly, their smaller frames finding it far easier to escape the pull of the swirling monstrosity.

"Reverse thrusters!" Screamed Captain Alithma. "Hard to Starboard!"

But it was no use. Too close already, the Tython was pulled slowly and steadily into the black hole, and disappeared into the wormhole behind it.

Erupting from the other side of the wormhole, the Tython began to fall slowly towards the strange planet that had suddenly appeared before them. This was unthinkable! They had travelled through space instantaneously, and were now drifting towards the world of...

"Lieutenant?" Called Makiro, addressing a short, green-skinned Rodian on the far side of the bridge. "What planet is that?"

Makiro could clearly see it was an ecumenopolis, but apart from Coruscant, he had never visited any of the Galaxy's great worldwide cities.

"Sir..." came the tentative answer from the Rodian Lieutenant. "It's Coruscant!"

*******

Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer Vanguard, Captain Ruthus Vex glared out of the forward viewport. No less than three ships had just emerged from Hyperspace right into Imperial Centre's orbit - much closer than the regulatory Hyperspace Emergence Distance. What's more, one of them, a strange, antiquated-looking thing, appeared to be on fire, and was slowly drifting towards the Imperial Capital.

Pausing for a moment, he ordered patrol ships to break off and intercept the first two ships, whilst he decided what to do with the third.

He supposed he could leave it. After all, without proper access codes, the unidentified ship would be ripped apart in seconds by Imperial Centre's high-powered Space Defense Lasers. Still, he wanted to find out what low-life scum had the audacity to controvene so many Interstellar Conventions at once on his watch. He sniffed.

"Lieutenant Hark. Move to intercept the burning ship. Let's see if we can't catch ourselves some Rebels."

*******

Tanis Alithma watched curiously as the unfamiliar ship before her broke away from it's patrol and drifted slowly - ominously - towards the Tython. It vaguely resembled some of the older Republic Cruisers that had been used centuries ago in the Mandalorian Wars. But it was different. It was wrong. She flicked the comlink switch and opened up a channel between herself and the other ship.

"Republic patrol, this is Captain Tanis Alithma of the Republic Ship Tython. We are in distress and need immediate assistance. Repeat: we are in distress and need immediate assistance!"

A few seconds passed. Then:

"From which Republic do you hail, Captain Alithma?" said a snotty voice, the arrogant sneer of its owner easily imaginable.

"Why, the Galactic Republic, of course!"

This was most confusing...

"Do you seek to insult me, Captain?" There was muttering. "I hereby place you under immediate arrest! You may not resist. Prepare for boarding."

[Mr.Bøbert]

Urias watched as more ships dropped out of... whatever sort of time-space that wormhole had taken them through. The newest one was a Hammerhead-class Republic Cruiser. It looked like it had been through one hell of a battle before getting sucked into the black hole Urias had accidentally formed. He activated his comm-frequency scanner, then found one the Hammerhead-class was broadcasting on. First there was just static, then a voice came through.

"...Captain Tanis Alithma of the Republic Ship Tython. We are in distress and need immediate assistance. Repeat: we are in distress and need immediate assistance!"

"From which Republic do you hail, Captain Alithma?" came a voice that Urias was sure was accompanied by a sneer on the other side of the comm.

"Why, the Galactic Republic, of course!"

"Do you seek to insult me, Captain?" Someone said something too quiet to be heard over the comm. "I hereby place you under immediate arrest! You may not resist. Prepare for boarding."

This ship had definitely came through the black hole. Urias wondered how many ships would get pulled through that thing. But there was something else puzzling him: The arrogant commander-person talked as if there was no Republic, and hadn't been for a long time. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Though he was certainly no friend of the republic: He had assassinated many high-ranking Republic officials, his best bet was to stick with the people from the place... and possibly time he was from. He switched the engines back on, and hit the rotated the fighter back towards the Devious, the strange and somehow evil-looking ship. He powered up the weapons. He used the Force to identify where the tractor beam was by looking for someone focusing on him: the tractor beam control officer.

"Unidentified fighter, power down your weapons and engines, or we will-"

Urias fired a torpedo at the tractor beam projector. With a lurch, the fighter was free. He immediately hit the afterburners, turning towards the Tython, the Hammerhead-class ship. Green streaks of light flew by him on all sides, and he detected fighters of an unknown design being launched. He set the autopilot, then hit another button, firing what appeared to be a silver missile at the Tython. He waited a few more seconds, calling upon the Force.

Now.

He hit the EJECT button just as the fighter was struck on the engines by a green turbolaser, just a few hundred meters away from the side of the Tython. Tumbling amid the debris, his beskar'gam keeping him safe in the cold vacuum of space, he steadied himself with the Force, then aimed his arm towards the Hammerhead-class ship. With enough force to send him flying backwards in space, a grapple hook launched and attached itself to the hull of the Tython, then began slowly pulling himself towards it.

"You make it, A-one?"

::No thanks to your aim. You launched me straight into a Hammerhead-class Republic Cruiser. What's going on? came the text from his droid on his HUD.

"Not sure. Comm silence until further notice."

He reached the hull, then crawled across until he arrived at a flaming hole, caused by the recent battle, no doubt. He climbed in, looking for a sealed doorway. He carved a hole in the first one he found with his lightsaber, then climbed through, finding another sealed doorway. Using his lightsaber again, he sealed the circle of metal back into place, then carved his way through the next door, and found himself in a typical well-lit Republic Cruiser hallway, with dozens of Republic soldiers running around. None of them had noticed him yet. He grabbed one.

"Take me to the bridge, now!"