Jacen looked back at Zana and smiled at her. He was enjoying her presence and wanted to look into her beautiful eyes for hours.
"So what other kind of other things do you have planned?"
He asked raising one eyebrow and grinning at her.
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"I'll have a glass of blue milk and a loop pastry also. Thank you."
Jacen looked back at Zana and smiled at her. He was enjoying her presence and wanted to look into her beautiful eyes for hours. "So what other kind of other things do you have planned?" He asked raising one eyebrow and grinning at her.
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The Lady Athena |
Forged by blood bound by history- The story of two (Invited only) | ||
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It was raining, a blistering heavy rain as it drenched the outside worlds the window panes of the home streaked with avenues of water. The world was unknown Athena had only sent message to one, no others. It was containing information on where to land who would meet her and where Athena would be.
Callista Ming sith knight of The Sith Council, titles meant nothing to the sith master. Heck half the time she didn't bother to inform people of her rank unless they graced her and showed titles cared to them. Either way this was not the time; nor the place for such worries or cares. The location had to be perfect.
It must be flawless. The temple on Sacorria was dime lit and dreary the perfect location to meet up once more with her sister. Long ago they forged a bond between one another. But as the years past the blood they shared was either taken from their body or else wise removed. Now she was on the path to once more rekindle the sister hood of Callista Ming and Athena Somir. Since the last time she had seen her Athena was sure that there was a great change in the female, more power, a darker idea of life. It didn't always come natural to everyone how life could or would be line with the dark side. But now Athena was sure Callista understood and embraced her new found path of life.
Torches flickered, the drafts of the stone walls and floors chilled even the undead, but it would not faze her. Athena stood in wait, waiting on the one she had and would again call sister. |
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Tyen Shi |
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A darkly-marked Corellian freighter circled slightly before sweeping into a steady landing. It was a textbook maneuver done precisely per procedure; primarily
because the landing pilot was an astromech. R2-E4 chirped to the ship's computer happily, which promptly acknowledged by notifying the Jedi occupant that
they had arrived. Tyen Shi was reading the warrant from the Jedi Council for the twentieth time. Master Inquisitor; that's what they called him.
Just the sound of it made him cringe, though he didn't know what part disturbed him worse - the 'Inquisitor', or that they titled it
'Master'.
Would it have killed them to actually find a Master for this job? He sighed heavily; the job was too big for him. Nevertheless, it was the job he was given. He would perform his duties to the best of his abilities, come what may. In the meantime Dathomir desperately needed a re-supply, and Corellia was closer than Naboo. Stepping off of the freighter Tyen looked for a bay attendant to requisition the supplies and start the loading. It wasn't long before that was taken care of, leaving him with several hours to rest in the company of other Jedi. He was actually quite unaccustomed to that - Dathomir was a lonely outpost. It suited his temperment well, but sometimes it got lonely. As he stepped into the enclave, Tyen suddenly shivered. Something had brushed against his senses - something cold. The sensation reminded him of Dagobah and the dark spirit Nemesis, but that couldn't be. He had beaten Nemesis; it was trapped in a lightsaber and sunk deep into a nameless bog. Was something else nearby? Tyen shook his head; he was letting his mind play tricks on him. One chilly draft and he was sensing monsters in the shadows - he had been alone for too long. Stepping inside he sought the common room just to relax and unwind with others. |
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TK 9125 |
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The underground arena doors in front of TK opened at the same time as the other doors across the circular pit opened. They allowed the combatants to see each
other for the first time, or what should have been the first time if nobody with a betting mind had cheated. TK slowly took a few steps into the pit and was
greeted with enormous sounds of cheers and applause. Whether it was for him alone or the other combatant, he could not be sure and truthfully he didn't
care all that much. However, gratuitously, he raised his gauntlet hand and gave a small but noticeable wave to the crowd. For a second, the cheers and applause
grew in severity and then went back down to their previous level.
Last match, the trooper thought with a pleased notion. He was tired of doing Vossler's dirty work and he wanted to get back to his true service for the Empire. After a few more successive steps TK was near the the center of the arena pit. He clenched the stun gauntlet once allowing it to spark and glow slightly and then dissipate back to its previous status. He looked his opponent in the eye and gripped the handle of his stun bat tighter igniting the stunning energy glow around the baton. Now, he waited only for the match to be initiated by the loud droning buzz. He had already shown that he was ready to begin, he didn't need to do anything more. |
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TK 9125 |
Re: The Boomstick Chronicles(Storm Commandos/Invite) | ||
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What the fuckin' hell!
This had happened before with Jacob, a long time ago, but still it had happened. TK had been a Captain then and Jacob had outright shot a member of his squad...for slouching. In truth, TK was pretty sure that the trooper hadn't been slouching at all but Corona had swore up and down about the incident and stood by his decision. Where did he get the knife?! Fuckin' hell! It hurt. TK wouldn't have admitted fully that it hurt, in the short run he would have just nodded with a "What do you think?!" look if someone had asked him that. The trooper dropped to his knees with the knife protruding from his thigh, he still hadn't expressed anything out loud but the look on his face was easily understood. He wasn't too happy. In all the commotion he hadn't even really noticed or cared too much as Demetra appeared on the scene with a misplaced audacity to his phrases. Luckily for TK, however, Jax was top notch in getting him the care he needed as TK was forced to sit back and let the Commando and the other team members work. In the end, the only thing that came out of TK's mouth was the word, "Thanks." Whether it was addressed to Jax or Corona would remain unknown but the tone was just perfectly in between the two meanings it could have carried that it was probably addressed to both. After a few quick calming breaths, when Jax was finished tending to TK's mostly needless wound, the trooper spoke to Demetra. "You think it wise to smoke out here? I would say it makes you an easy target." He threw a hint of sarcasm in his last few words alluding to the fact that he had just been targeted,though he wasn't smoking, by Jacob.
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Lady Callista |
Re: Forged by blood bound by history- The story of two (Invited only) | ||
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There were few people she trusted in the galaxy, but if ever asked, one name came to mind every time: Athena. It had been years since the two had crossed paths, yet she knew that if ever reunited, their sisterly bond would rekindle instantly. Family was not a word uttered by Callista, but Athena Somir was as such. They had shared blood, battles and much more in the past; all fond memories that the Knight could only hope to tack onto.
The message had been encrypted, for her eyes only. It was short and to the point, very much the woman Callista had known before; always enigmatic and leaving much to be desired. Why now? It was the question running through the brunettes head over and over. Was there some significance to now?
Snakes Eye was but a bleary spot in the sheet of rain behind the Sith as she approached the temple entrance that was their meeting spot. Her stride was confident; each boot making a firm impact in the soft ground. She did not bother shielding her body from the downpour, letting the rain cascade across her lithe form. The cold made her feel alive and she reveled in its splendor. There was no hesitation as she ducked into the entry and continued through the hall, leaving a wake of pools behind her.
"You rang, my dear?" the words cooed as she approached the curvy silhouette, outlined in the golden hues of the gleaming flames. |
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Richard Greyson |
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Imperial Holonet News reporter Richard Greyson was once more on the trail. This was by no means one of the frontline war stories that he loved to cover.
After all he had a reputation for going to the lines and reporting on just how the soldiers are doing. There was something oddly romantic about being the fox
holes and trying to find the story there. Then there were the ways that he got to change the way a battle looked to the people. If something went wrong he
got to write about how they valiantly fought or how many they killed in a strategic battle that was not meant to hold land, or some other drabble.
Still this was somewhat interesting. A business tycoon dying and his wife, a five time widow, takes over the company. It was just slightly suspect in nature, so he had to report it. The high profile of the business was really the key to it all, it had not been something like Talastra Enterprises then he would not even be here. So he walked into the office of the woman in his usual suite, which seldom left him even on the frontlines. "Thank you for letting me see you miss, I would like to know if I have to record this information as off the books or on in my memory." |
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Jake Daniels |
Re: The Mighty Padawans from Outer Space(Jake, Fox, Raithe) | ||
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Jake made his way to the ship, using passage ways not commonly used by other Jedi. Though it was a longer route through the temple, to the
ship, it did not arouse suspicion of what Jake might be up to. He did not wear Jedi robes, he thought them absolutely stupid and felt it made a Jedi a easy
target. Anyone looking to harm one would easily see the robes as the Jedi Mark. Instead Daniels wore jogging pants, sneakers and a t-shirt. Across his back
was a pack filled with medical supplies and a stolen lightsaber. In his left front pocket was a small medical container of pills, Jakes name written across
the bottle. Before he entered the temples hangers, Daniels pulled the bottle out. After unscrewing the top, Jake popped two pink pills and just as quickly
made the bottle disappear again. Daniels had grown a nasty new habit, anti-depressant addiction. Making his way to the hanger, Jake was stopped by a mechanic
who approached with two droids.
"Jake." The mechanic said. "These are Stojans droids. Can you take them to him. They've been looked over and are in great shape." Daniels simply nodded and motioned for the droids to follow. He made his way to the ship, a rather unique choice by Stojan. Jake could not judge, a ship was a ship and as long as it could fly, thats all that mattered. Daniels boarded first, followed by the droids and made his way to the Falleen. Both Padawans had become quite the friends since Korriban, having stood side by side against an Apprentice named Raithe. They had also gotten into a snowball fight and studied with one another. "We need to hurry. Im sorta not allowed to leave the temple without Council or my Masters approval. I routed the systems to think we are in the Archives. We have about a nine minute window before the Jedi find out we took a ship and left here." Jake was known for causing problems, a lot of them but he and Stojan needed to go on this mission. "By the way." Daniels placed his hand on a panel, wiping away what appeared to be dust, "Nice choice." |
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Daniels cursed himself at Hawks arrival, this particular Master had been onto Jakes antics since Jake arrived. He appeared to
be able to tell when something bad that happened was Jakes fault or not. Undoubtedly stealing a saber and holocron were not the best way for the two to meet
again. Each time they seemed to meet there was always some kind of trouble. Either Jake was getting punished or was in a fight with a Sith Lord and needed
Hawks protection. He had also been watching Jake, or had to have been. He followed through the basic motions again and again, having yet to address Hawk.
Daniels did not greet Jedi like other did. His way of showing respect was to answer to them eventually where as most would stop what they were doing and bow.
Jake felt that was being a tool. He knew the bare basics of defence. '*+$# Hawk.' his comment fell onto Jake. Though Daniels did not want to admit it,
the Master was right. This was doing nothing for Jake, "You train your way, I'll train mine."
His defiance was astounding. Even when he was wrong, he was afraid to admit it. His stuborness was something Samara Marzullo had yet to break and it looked like as time went on, she would fail at this. Daniels was growing frustrated. It sucked. He kept failing at the motions. He had an agile body. Dantellians gave up sure muscle power for agile body frames but for whatever reason Jake could get anything done right. His spins, flips, turns, everything felt force, not smooth like it should be with a lightsaber. It finally took over. Daniels deactivated his blade and threw it across the yard. A smack echoed as the metal casing of the hilt hit the concrete and fell to the grass, followed by a silence. Lowering his head, Daniels did not even look at Hawk, "I apologize." "But everything I do fails. Everything. Its driving me absolutely nuts." Jake said, this time looking at Hawk. The Master had an imposing presence that even Jake had to acknowledge though he tried not to. Daniels had a reputation to uphold, that of being a stubborn defiant Jedi Padawan. In a way, Jake liked the attention he got from it. There was a lot of things he held back from Samara, a lot of things he held back from the Jedi Order. Emily, his addictions to the influence a particular Sith held on Jake. Daniels ensured though, when he trained, his mind was focused on just that, training. Jake had been told it gives a Master pride when their student is Knighted. Jake had thought about this long and hard and in a way being a Jedi Knight made him uneasy. He was failing as a padawan, was it time for the Order to cut their losses with Jake and just let him go... |
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Jaqueline Talastra |
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"Off the record," said Jaqueline coolly, not turning to face him. Her gray-blue eyes continued to stare out into the Coruscant morning for several
long moments before she turned the chair around and looked at Greyson. "Mr. Greyson," she said, forcing a cool smile. "Do come in." She
rounded the desk, smoothing her conservative black suit skirt, and offered a hand in greeting. "Make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you something to
drink? Coffee, tea, breakfast pastries perhaps?"
She gestured to a sideboard where several gift baskets, bouquets of flowers, and trays of pastries were laid out. "People don't know what to say. They just keep bringing food," she said sadly. She moved towards her desk and sat down again, watching Greyson for a few moments. "I'd avoid that tray on the left. My stepchildren sent them over and I haven't had them tested for poison." Jaqueline tried for a humorless laugh, then took a sip of her tea. "You've met my stepchildren, haven't you Mr. Greyson?" |
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Stojan |
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The sun climbed higher in the sky, its tantalizing gaze bathing Stojan in light and splendor, a perfect day for lethargic guards and complacent Jedi, just what the duo needed to take this long forgotten mission. Stojan had come by the information wholly by accident, within the Jedi archives there is a depot for trashed information through programs. Every so often there is a new window of a few seconds where a program switches with a more updated file deletion system; earlier that month Stojan came across information walking among the city streets, from a low life, that a Jedi was being held captive and was consorting with the enemy, apparently he got what he deserved, but Stojan was intrigued.
"Go on…" the Falleen stated, with a hard glare.
"Oh! Yes, the um, fellow was in Tatooine space last time any body heard bout it. They says he was selling something to the Natives, something secret." And the crone of a man laughed all hunchback and slurs.
He proceeded to tell the Falleen everything he possibly knew, and was rewarded with credits. Stojan immediately made his way to the Jedi temple, to the archives the man had specified, and used his newly founded knowledge of software to create a virus that had the same properties of the Jedi deletion systems only one slight difference, it would track down a specific program and capture it. Stojan knew that it was restricted information and if he were caught that a most severe sentence was to be handed down to him, since he had no way of proving anything of what he would describe.
So the only logical action was to proceed with the mission, collect the data and succeed. The good of a Jedi trumped the rules of a computer database, this was Stojan's conclusion.
The red Falleen, Stojan hardly changed his scale color green, but then thought again as he proceeded out of the Jed archives with a small data holocron that contained the specifics for the Jedi, the mission and a marker for where they would meet, whoever was supposed to meet the previous Jedi originally.
Standing outside waiting by the ship, deception was strikingly simple for the void Padawan, he felt nothing of negative thought, felt what he was doing was right, righteous in a way, so he was not worried. He let the calm serenity of complacency fall over his veil of stoicism and greeted Jake Daniels with a nod and slight bow.
He had brought the two droids and himself, which is all he needed. Stojan took care of the rest, he watched Daniels speak and he only nodded in return the only gesture he wanted to use before they left security measures in space. Upon entering the heap, Stojan listened to Jake and sat in the Captains seat, there were few controls. And so he started to immediately school the fellow Padawan in how to roughly fly and use the docking controls.
"Here…" the now dark green scaled Falleen pointed to a U shaped lever, "is the docking controls, simply push them forward to drop them, they do this automatically, then this stick" a L shaped mechanism, "controls the docking door…"
Stojan pushed it back and the docking door sealed shut, a pressurized sound ending the transition. "And finally, these two buttons start the hyperdrive, which will be slower, since this is a class four ship, class 1 is good, we're slow. The Second button here," Stojan pointed with his claw like hand, "Is to raise the shields…"
With that he could not help but start the auto navigation Navi- that he had programmed into the computer, a pretty simple agenda for a ship this old, and made his way to the docking bay a good number of paces across the ship, past the living/eating area, and behind a black curtain like mesh which he pushed aside. Stojan knew the expression for hope combined with assurance and happiness was… a smile.
The Falleen made a grin instead, failing the attempt at a smile.
He was pointing to a large circular device that was jerry rigged with multiple panels and fiber cords to the ships core system hard drive, and Stojan finally blurted out.
"Now don't get me wrong we have below standard protection with this ships original shielding three hits and were out into cold space, but this large contraption here," Stojan explained, describing a fat circular device mounted atop another good seized square box most likely holding other equipment.
"Is a type .30 Ray shield, no laser fire can get past this…" a hint of excitement ran through the usually emotionless Falleen, "and the box under it, contains the top of the line federation, yes old, but federation deflector shields, it could extend triple fold around this small ship and last us forever, on a concentrated size such as what we will be using, will nigh invincible in space, and landing…" he thought about this for a moment before getting back to the Navi-computer.
" I hope your ready Jake, this is going to be some ride." Stojan was heeding a message, that space was wild even in the policed sectors, especially around Tatooine. |
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Suni Santori |
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His heart was still beating and had actually returned to running on it's own, the nerves felt like they were repaired, hopefully his neckbones weren't
all fused solid - but maybe Bethany could fix that later.
Did she actually do it? Suni didn't bother trying to figure that out. Whipping her shirt over her head and down her arms, she rigged a hammock sling across her arms so she could drag him while cradling his neck while following Master Kismet's instructions. It was a quick rescue carry as she shuffled back into the lift and into a quiet corner where she could continue to aid him as much as she could. He seemed to be doing alright, which meant that she had indeed saved his life. Looking up, Suni became aware that a number of people in the lift were staring at her. She smiled embarassingly, her efforts must have been impressive - their expressions suggested that they had never seen a life saved with the Force before. |
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Santeria Decuir |
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Disinterest rolled through heather orbs as another emerged looking like some rejected moisture farmer from Tatooine; so three there were, and soon to be of
three no more. Strong in the Force they seemed to be and though her flame had not be as bright, Santeria would remain fixed to her ground. She would not allow
for such pathetic creatures, these men, to bring the downforth of the witch. It was unlikely that she would come from this unscathed, but that made it all the
more of her sickening delight.
"How adorable you three! Such a pity... for fine slaves you will make upon my coven." At first, her tone lofty and soft only to become boisterous and vile. From as it appeared, Santeria bore no weapon, just the fallen emory board in the puddle of thick blood and dirt. "I shall not go peacefully, so you're going to have to take me by force, gentlemen." Drawing back, the witch present out her arms with exposed wrists as if to mock them. |
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Akima Shonlar |
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Akima sneered, her feet skidding across the floor backward. She adjusted her stance, finally coming to a stop a yard or more from Malice. What was she doing?
Wasn't it obvious to him? A bark of laughter passed her dark lips and she tossed her head, her ebony mane cascading down her back. She yawned, as if bored,
and twirled her single saber in her hand, her eyes following the blade. After a few moments she stopped, fixing Malice with a glare. Boy if looks could kill
Malice would be a pile of dust.
"Isn't it obvious, love?" She sneered once more, her voice not quite sounding like her own. Something about it was different, something subtle. Akima didn't notice however, she was only concerned with Malice and ending his life. She took a step toward Malice, swinging her saber around her, and her sneer turned to a wicked smile. She moved toward him once more, pulling her second saber from her belt and igniting it as well. "Just in case it isn't, I'll clarify." Narrowing her eyes she held her right blade up, pointing it at Malice. "You, Malice Draclau are going to die by my hand." Again her voice didn't sound right, but this time it was more noticeable. Her voice was deeper, as thought someone else was speaking with her. A man perhaps. "Years wasted, time I can never get back, all because you had to interfere. Had to save this wretched woman...." Akima smiled, barring her sharp teeth. "Now the the woman you hold so dear, the one you ruined my research to save, now she will be the instrument of your destruction..." Akima laughed, it was dark and cruel, a laugh that would make a rancor tremble. The laughter died upon her lips as quickly as it had come. She threw herself at Malice, bringing both of her sabers down to bear on him. She brought one around, rotating her wrist, to take his head off at the shoulders. The other she reversed the grip slightly, bringing the blade close to her forearm as she swung it up, hoping to slice his abdomen open. |
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Rorako Tidian |
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"I..I, no leave now Chloe. NOW!" Rorako felt the Sith surge in power within
his mind, and suddenly he was engulfed in the darkside, no control whatsoever of his body. He fought and fought an invisible battle within his own mind, and
was losing ground rather quickly.
Outside his mind, Rorako clutched his head, and screamed, a dark, pained scream, that sounded so un-human it was thought to be impossible. It was two voices, Rorako's which was becoming weaker and weaker, and a darker, deeper voice, an inhuman voice that sounded more like a hysterical laugh then that of a scream. With Rorako's last thought and last action while he was in control of his body, he shoved Chloe and William away with the Force, into a near by room where he used the Force to lock the door, hoping the Sith did not go after his family. Rorako no longer stood within the room. The lightside of the Force found in his body was no more, suddenly engulfed by the Darkside that was known as Darth Naritha, a Sith. The screaming laugh had come to a stop as Naritha, now controlling Rorako's body, stood up straight, chuckling at the Jedi that were staring at him. He heard the snap-hiss of a blade behind him, a Jedi Knight. Naritha/Rorako turned around to look at the very calm looking Knight. "Whatever you are," he said with a lot more confidence then Naritha thought, "Leave that body and return the Jedi to his rightful mind or I will be forced to kill-" With a snap and use of the Force, the Jedi went limp and fell to the ground, his neck on an impossible angle. The Jedi were shocked for a few seconds a few seconds Naritah used to activated Rorako's lightsaber and cut three of them down. There were only three others in the room, padawans, and they did what their instincts told them too. They ran. |
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"Hello Nade," he said reaching his own hand out to shake the mechanized hand of his comrade.
He had arrived good he wasn't one for waiting, and he could respect a punctual man. Especially when he planned to teach the 7 foot Mandalorian Cyborg. He turned his gaze outward he looked at all the people around them. How would he start these lessons he asked himself? It was a little different then training his apprentices who felt the Force and used it. But he felt this would be much easier, his philosophy with the lightsaber was greater then that of the Force which was formidable. "Alright we shall cut to the chase, we know why you are here. Your reflexes are top notch given to you through your droid parts. Though any normal person can learn to fight with a lightsaber. It takes something more to use them correctly. Though you don't use the Force you have the reflexes," he said turning back. "You must ask yourself do you want an offensive or a defensive style. Both are dangerous only one allows you to make your own openings while the other uses an opponents strength against them, allowing you to find an opening and making your opponent pay," he said holding his arm out to the side his lightsaber pulled of his belt and slapped into his palm the blade then hissed to life the crimson blade coloring his black cloak in a red hue. "Draw your saber and we shall get started," he said. |
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Nade Roskk |
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'Well, how about we just start from square one and see what develops.' Nade said as he drew his own
lightsaber, the emerald blade ignited with the expected snap-hiss, before settling down to buzz and hum with each subtle movement.
Waving it around abit, Nade noted that the blade had no weight. 'Hmm... Different from a sword....Almost .... Alive.' the lightsaber seemed almost to have a life of its own, something devinely ascended about it, yet also primal, in the way it responded, its gyratings.
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Mak felt his anger rising again, wanting nothing more then to strike at Hawk.
"Your not listening, are you? I'm not the same person who you think I am." Getting up, he slithered to the window, pulling out his pipe and lighting it slowly. As he allowed it to come to his mouth, a second later, a fog of smoke drifted out, flying towards the dark sky, where thousands of stars littered it. Turning around, he frowned at the Jedi. "The Mak you knew, before he fell, was complete. He was a true Gray Jedi. He followed his own path and didn't agree with the rest of the Council. Though, after the Jedi's treachery, he lost it. People he considered friends, allies, even family, turned against him, when the Sith had played all of you for fools, making you believe that Mak was the one who was trying to destroy the solar system." "He didn't become evil then. No, he believed that the Jedi could still see him as innocent, and after many months of searching for evidence, he did find it, proving his innocence in the crime. Yet, the Jedi took a different path, one he hadn't expected. Since Mak had fled the temple, they demoted him of his rank. He was outraged." "Here, he broke. This is where I came in. Since he was a Gray Jedi, he held a dark side and a light side. The light side represented his devotion to the Jedi, to follow the Code, to honor the Galaxy and uphold democracy; the regular excuses you Jedi hold to. I, though, represented his powers. With me, he was allowed to wield and control powers and skills few Force users in the Galaxy had ever seen! The only other master in this Galaxy, who is on my scale, is Malice Draclau." "Though, I was held by the light from straying to the Sith, to allow Mak to fall into the darkness fully. Though, thanks to you, that's not a problem anymore! I control this body! No longer can you bring back the Mak you knew." "And even if you could, he wouldn't return..." Laughing slowly at this, he allowed his eyes to fully blaze into Hawk's, allowing the hatred to flow from his voice. "I've done horrible things... Killing the two Jedi Knights, the countless attacks on Naboo and the Temple... But, it was none of that that finally shamed him. It was when Korran and I attacked the school. It was an ingenious plan. He had captured Gungan's the last time he had been on Naboo, and as such, had them all killed. When we attacked the planet, we had them all come to the surface, drawing attention to the coastal cities." "It was here that a Sith starfighter flew by the school, dropping a firebomb on top of it, shredding the entire school apart with flames. Hundreds of children, under the fire, crying, until they died a slow and painful death. The funny thing is, there were a few dozen that actually survived it, their bodies torn up from the flames." "Do you honestly believe Mak will return? Or that even the people of Naboo will allow him back? He's gone! I control him! Nobody wants him now! Not the Jedi, not the Sith, not even his daughter!" At the last word, he frowned at himself, since he had allowed himself to get caught up in the moment, allowing Hawk to know his greatest secret: he had a daughter. in the Galaxy. |
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Saede Taggart |
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"Thanks Zyar," Saede said with a smile. It faded too soon though, replaced by the expressionless visage so much more familiar to the pirate queen
these last months.
The other ships checked in. Strider and his Scarlet Scion. It's sister ship, the Scarlet Heir. The Crimson Blade. The Blood Star. Five pirate ships of the fleet, including the Anathema. Others were hidden across several planets, including Saede's flag ship, the SSD, Crimson Revenant. But for now, five ships and their pirate crews touched down on Ziost. "Everyone keep a sharp eye," she murmured, heading toward the main hatchway. Arumi better have a good reason for bringing them out here... but then, if she knew him, he always did. |
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