Lord Tyrus

Oh yeah, at first I didn't realize there was a difference between an ITT and a RTT, just looked closely and there is, and yours is definitely a RTT, sorry...

I agree with the comment above, you prove that you can still make a good MOC with older parts, though I do think the tan clashes a bit. Good job.

The hanger looks great, and I said on Flickr (I think it was on yours, not Markus's)how much I love those suits, but that ITT is a great idea since carrying normal Stormtroopers like the ITT would, looks stupid, but using it for zero-g suits is a fantastic idea.

Sooo smooth! I like how the greebling is subtle but yet effective.

Thank you!

Yes, yes I do! I regret not starting out with saying how I joined the Empire when I first started SoNE, so I'll be making up for that soon in freebuilds.

That computer console technique is great!

Excellent job on the podracer!

Fine by me, I'm sure the others won't mind.

Phew... I thought I was in trouble...

Brilliant, especially the present scene with that blue! I think you may have just about beaten me lengthwise... But I don't mind, as the story is bribrilliantoming in on more of your character's sympathy.

Love it! Great idea!

Wow, that's very good! Might have to pop in, you know, getting groceries!

Nice build, just a tip, paste the link in the box that pops up when you click the icon next to <> in the editing box for the image to appear.

Not bad, well done, I was hard pressed for time too...

Thank you!

Aaand main build.

Lord Tyrus was at his desk after his new promotion to the ISB. He had an office, a medium sized apartment and his own separate lounge but he wasn't happy. He could never be happy. His extreme hatred for the Rebel Alliance had lessened but he could never forgive what they did. His hatred had also extended to the Empire. He was alone. He would, of course, stay in the Empire, maybe enough to be promoted to a high enough rank to make a difference. He would never join the Alliance. Not after what they had done... Suddenly he got up, opened a draw and took out a cargo crate. He sat back down and emptied it out. The smell of his homeworld, Aaeton, filled his nostrils. This was the last thing he had from his home. He lifted all of the contents onto the floor except for a mysterious helmet. This was his last memory of his father as well. He remembered back to that fateful day when he chose his destiny... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The sirens wailed throughout the building. Lo'red 'Lord' Tyrus looked up from his work, annoyed. He and his colleague, Kelj Varn, were working on their most extreme, possibly crazy, schematic for a house for a rich inhabitant of SolStar, the city on the the north-west of one of the smaller landmasses on the planet Aaeton, in the K9 sector of the core worlds. It was fairly close, within viewing distance, of Tyrus' house, so he was attempting to make it as less of an eyesore as possible, which seemed to be the growing trend with rich people's houses who had more money than sense. As you can imagine, being disturbed while at work was extremely irritating, especially as they were at a very tight deadline. Tyrus and Varn looked up to see 3 of the planets PDF (Planetary Defence Force) troopers pursuing a gang of strangers with guns through the corridor. Tyrus was incredibly surprised to see this as the PDF were very rarely seen, and only used in very extreme circumstances, not for a mere gang of thugs. He stepped outside, closely followed by his friend, to be met by a stream of blaster bolts. "Get down civilians!" The voice of a PDF officer rang in his ears. He jumped behind some crates and narrowly avoided a red bolt. Kelj Varn wasn't as lucky. He was hit by one of the gangs blaster shots. "No..." Gasped Tyrus. This was his first experience of death. "Get behind here!" Bellowed the soldier. Tyrus didn't need to be told twice. ​"Civilian, go back to your home! We are here to free you from-..." The voice of one of the gang was cut short by the roof of the corridor collapsing. Tyrus didn't hesitate from picking up a dropped blaster from the floor. "Who are they?" "We've been told they're from the Rebel Alliance. Trouble makers." Tyrus had been told about the Rebels, and their ways. They were intent on planet-wide terrorism, hitting at the Empire in any way they could, Tyrus wasn't particularly keen on the Empire, it did seem like a dictatorship, but it seemed to work. The Rebels were just causing chaos. Aaeton wasn't controlled by either the Rebels or the Empire, a thing Tyrus was very proud of. He would do anything to keep it that way. "Don't try and stop me, I'm fighting too." He said. "Well it's against protocol, but we have suffered heavy losses. Ok, you're in, but don't get too cozy..." Was his answer from the sergeant, "Come on, follow me the rest of you." They had fought hard, but were surrounded on a balcony on the side of one of the offices on the highest floor in the building. They had taken refuge behind some crates. "We can't give up." Tyrus heard a voice of a young trooper. "There's no hope," The sergeant replied, "Apparently they have us pinned in the air and we have hardly any troops left in this building. They are swarming through this building and will soon be in the rest of the city. Suddenly a they heard a roar and a figure in a Mandalorian warrior suit flew on top of one of the groups that had pinned the group. They heard a hiss as he ignited his weapon. Most of the group gasped, but Tyrus couldn't see why. He dispatched the group quickly before hurrying to the party. He ignored the PDF troops and hurried towards Tyrus, removing his helmet. "Son..." "Father? Is it you?" "Yes. Who else would it be?" Tyrus suddenly became angry. "Where have you been for 21 years? You just dissapeared when I was six years old!" "They locked me up. For no reason, you realize, I had done nothing wrong." "Then how did you get out?" "In the attack. The detainment centre was attacked and they freed us! I think they were trying to cause havoc, but most of us were innocent anyway. You have grown into a fine young man." Suddenly more of the Rebels flooded out through the doors onto the balcony. Tyrus' father again activated his jetpack but instead of attacking the group, sliced the supports of the balcony from under the two attacking squads with a mysterious weapon Tyrus had never seen. He jumped back to the defenders and turned to his son again. Suddenly he collapsed, clutching his side. "Father" "Son, it is not as it seems." Gasping the old man turned away, looking over at the city below him, around them, the remaining PDF forces were slowly being picked off one by one by a few lone gunmen around them. "These are the Empire's forces. All this time, they have ruled us without us even realising." "No... It can't be true..." "Of course you believe that," and he saw in his son's eyes his pride in his city, his planet, crumbling, "That is why they locked me up you see... I'm-..." He was cut short by another shot hitting him, this time on his chest. He breathed his last breath, with Tyrus clutching him in his arms. He shot at the gunmen with new fury, killing three of them and knocking the remaining off of their perches. The few remaining 'PDF' troops, that Tyrus now realised were Imperial troopers clapped and thanked him, but Tyrus wasn't focused. He had heard a loud roar, followed by the image of a huge Rebel cruiser, headed right towards the middle class areas of the city. Tyrus' heart just stopped. In a few quick seconds, his entire neighborhood had disappeared. Before, he'd never seen heath. In one day, in just a few hours, he'd lost his friend and colleague Kelj Varn, his father who he had a mere few minutes to catch up on a lifetime with, all of his family, friends, his wife and three children gone. Forever. And it was the Rebel's fault. Yes, he may hate the Empire for ruling without even telling the inhabitants of Aaeton, but he hated the Rebels like nothing else. Their excuse was that they were 'freeing' the people of Aaeton. Freeing them by devastating everything they held dear. He would never forget this. Never. He would join the Empire to crush those terrorists. He would never forgive... Just to say that I apologise for the first picture, I had planned to rebuild it, but as you can tell, I'm running pretty low on time... EDIT: Just realise I'm taking on BEAVeR for longest stories!

I know it's not perfect, but I don't have enough time to correct it. The crash angle looks more extreme in pictures than in real life.

Love it! That idea of using the old blasters is great!

Film set looks fantastic, love the story too!

Love the cabin!

Lord Tyrus had been assigned a medium priority mission from Officer Brickdoctor along with fellow ISB officer Goatm An and Imperial pilot ace, BEAVeR, to investigate reports of Rebel activity, originating from the ice-ball world of Barab II. They had been assigned a Valor-Pattern Assault Gunboat, an experimental craft combining the air-to-ground supremacy of the LAAT gunships along with the durability of the STC003 Starcrashers and the transport ability of Lambda Class Shuttles, in order to transport the squad of Stormtroopers that was accompanying them. "We're coming in too fast! Officer VeR, what are you doing! Officer Brickdoctor said you were the best type of pilot that could be assigned to this mission." Lord Tyrus exclaimed. "Relax, I've worked with BEAVeR before, Tyrus. He's a great pilot," Goatm said, "Although maybe not the best type for a soldier," he muttered. His previous missions with BEAVeR had made it evident to him that he was unable to take a life, thus making him a poor candidate for a high-ranking Imperial pilot. He even felt sympathetic feelings towards the Rebels that he would be willing to testify against him if he was to fail him on this mission. He could sense that he was gaining the attention of the very important and influential people in the Emperor's fleet. He didn't want anyone messing up his almost certain promotion, especially this disloyal pilot. He was good at everything in his job, except the essential power to shoot someone. Simple as that. "It's not my fault! We've been hit!" BEAVeR replied. The thick, white clouds of Barab II's atmosphere wizzed by revealing a clean white blanket that was Barab II's surface. However, they were approaching at too steep an angle. Suddenly they were pulled into a tight spiral with the center a small spire poking through the surface. " Hold on, although I don't think the crash would be too bad, we've flown past the mountain, worry over, snow's fairly soft compared with rock." "Well done Sherlock..." A Stormtrooper muttered. "Silence!" Goatm yelled, "You don't want to see me when I'm angry!" Lord Tyrus turned off the live feed from the troop bay. Thud. Screech. Bang. Silence. The cockpit's viewscreen went blank. "Rear hatch it is then," Said Tyrus. As the crew in the front; Tyrus, Goatm, the Stormtrooper sergeant and VeR, opened the door to the troop bay. They were in for a shock. Only two of the nine Stormtroopers in the troop bay were still alive, one of them unconscious. The remainder were smashed up a bit. The crates and boxes had dislodged in the troop bay by the shot and were smashed into the the troops. The straps that held them into their seats were unable to be opened until the craft had landed, for safety. However, this proved a major downfall as the troopers were unable to escape as they were crushed by crates weighing nearly a ton. This was feedback that Goatm could file back to the design team. Lord Tyrus and BEAVeR helped the two remaining troops out and quickly looked away. Following that, Tyrus grabbed a rope, opened the rear hatch and, dropping the reel of rope, clambered down, closely followed by the other five. Tyrus got out his Macrobinoculars and surveyed the area. There was a spire, near to where they had been brought down. There were mountains in the distance with buildings on top in the same style as the spire He thought he could see figures on the horizon. Suddenly they were greeted as a wave of blaster bolts hit them. "Take cover!" Yelled Goatm, activating a distress beacon from his pocket, "Head to that gorge!" But they didn't know what was in for them... Oh I forgot, can I have this judged please!

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