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Gaia Name: Seph_is_teh_bestest_Mod
Character Name: Paemos
Gender:Male
Age:29
Race:Human
Character Description: He has short brown hair slicked back. He skin is tanned and is covered with many battle scars. He has a very long beard reaching down to his mid-chest, and sky blue eyes. Though he is extremely skinny, he has good physical fitness.

Home Planet:Corellia
Starting Planet:Coruscant
Relations:Three children and a wife
Character HistoryWas born into a rich family that owned a speeder producing company in Coronet. Taken from his parents at the age of three to learn the ways of the Jedi, all he remembers from them is the day they gave him his first bed and a blanket.

Alignment:Republic
Occupation:Jedi
Skills:Expert at crafting armor and weapons.

Weapons:A single lightsaber with a purple beam.
Ship: Nova Cruiser
Personal Belongings: Carries a safety blanket around with him from his childhood.

Roleplay Sample:

Gaia Name: *points*
Character Name: Yalk Maar
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Zabrak
Character Description: Yalk is 6'1", with orange skin. He has various scars from his teen life all around his back and chest. On his Zabrak head are eight small gray horns. He wears black combat robes, similar to his hero and idol Darth Maul. Yalk's pride and arrogance have gotten him into a lot of trouble over his lifetime. But they have also earned him the respect of many.

Home Planet: Tatooine
Starting Planet: The Avitar
Relations: Nope
Character History: Yalk was born Tatooine with his parents. When he was 13 they decided to escape the horrid planet an find a new life. They were trying to smuggle themselves from the outer rim to the core when something awful happened. The freighter they were on was attacked by Pirates with a small frigate. His family, like the other people on the ship, took to arms while Yalk stayed in the holds. After not hearing from his parent, he grew impatient and decided he would find them. He took a Vibro blade and an old Blaster pistol and went searching for them. He found them, along with the other passengers who had tried to fight them in a pile, dismembered by Vibro weapons and full of blaster holes. Yalk was infuriated by the acts of these ruthless pirates. He set out to get revenge. Slowly but surely he killed the pirates. Fueled by his rage and made almost undefeatable by it, he slaughter them all and sent their parts into the vaccum of space through an airlock. He did not know how to pilot a ship, so he was stuck floating in space for many days.

He was found by an Imperial Stardestroyer. The captain of that ship was the soon to be Emperor. Yalk served the captain as he rose to Admiral, Grand Admiral, and later to the almighty rank of Emperor. He was made into an effective assassian, and a brilliant pilot by the Emperor and his men. He learned to plan out battles from the Emperor and through his studies into the plans of Grand Admiral Thrawn. He learned about Darth Maul, and made him his vision of what he strived to be. Yalk spracticed fighting as much as he practiced planning. He was unmatched in his day, though he worked only for the imperials. The Emperor, now fully confident in Yalk's abilities, gave him a special mission in the outer rim. To build the ship to end all ships. Yalk was not to return without the news of it's completion.
Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: Imperial Special Operator
Skills: Fighting, Planning, and of course, piloting.

Weapons: A double bladded lightsaber(to be built), a Vibro blade, and two modified mandalore laster pistols.
Ship:
The Avitar

Combat Designation
Capital Starship
Length
800 meters
Width
1600 meters
Crew
37,085 (4,520 officers; 32,565 enlisted)
Weapons
70 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries (computer controlled targeting
50 Taim & Bak XX-9 Heavy Turbolasers (computer controlled targeting)
10 Borstel NK-7 Ion Cannons (computer assisted targeting)
5 Phylon Q7 Tractor Beam Projectors
Starfighter Squadrons
Five Droid Starfighter Squadrens
Onboard Defence troops
One Full Division of Battle Droids
One Full Destroyer Droid Division
Planetary Assault Troops
Two Full Standard Battle Droid divisions
Full Destroyer Droid Division
15 Landing Barges
30 MMTs (Multi Troop Transport)
50 AATs (Armored Assault Tank)
Other Onboard Craft
10 TF Landers
15 Battle Droid Transports
5 Assault Gunboats

Personal Belongings: How about, my freking ship's crew. xd
Roleplay Sample :
(taken from my FFA guild)
Sergei went back outside into the alley after taking a piss. This time he didnt have his hip mounted cell phone though. His back hip holster was full this time aswell, hidden under his large black coat. In the holster was Sergei's favorite pistol. A Beretta Cougar 8045, matte black, and loaded with .45 hallow points. He went down the alley to the street and unlocked his red Toyota Land Cruiser. He got in and and started the car, it was probally one of the few cars in Moscow that would start the first time.

He pulled onto the road and started for his destionation. A news stand that refused protection. The poor guy thought that protection ment from other people, how wrong he was. Sergei pulled over about twenty feet from the stand and got out, leaving the Toyota running and open. He walked for the stand and was happy to see it was open from the back. Sergei looked around for any Moscow Police oficers and contined on his course to the back of the stand. It was a small 5x5 wooden stand with a simple doorway in the back that was blocked by a curtain. The stand sold newspapers and magazines to passer-bys. That would be over soon. Sergei pushed past the curtain and saw the man's back. He reached back and removed his loaded pistol from it's holster. He started slowly towards the man, pacing his foot steps to aviod making a lot of noise.

The man was reading a newspaper, and not paying attention to anything but the latest article. Sergei lunged forward and grabbed the man's shoulder with his left hand. He pulled him backwards and caught him off balance. He men yelped, thinking he was being robbed. As Sergei brought him into a backwards one armed hug, he wispered in the news stand owner's ear. "You should have paid your protection fees." He then brough his right hand, that had the pistol, and placed it against the back of the man's knee. "Now, you will never walk again." With a 'bang' the hallow point entered the man's leg, expanded, tore his knee cap apart, and exited along with most of his cap. Sergei moved from the man's shoulder to his mouth and made sure his yell was muffled. He then moved to his other knee and shot again, making the same affect as before. The man was probally unconcious from the pain now, but it didnt matter. Sergei let him go and ran out the covered doorway. He saw a persn looking into the stand and at the injured man then running for help.

Sergei jumped back into the SUV and took off. The MPD wouldnt be here untill the man got help, and by then it would be too late to cacth him. So now it was back to the gun shop for lunch.

Gaian Name: Krome_Devil
Character Name: Merissa Sunrider
Character Age: Looks to be early 20's
Character Alignment: Sith
Height: 5'10
Weight: 130
Eye color: Red
Hair color: (if you have hair) It is naturally red, but occassionally dyes it different colors if the mood hits her, or if she needs to to remain inconspicuous.
Race: Long-lived humanoid.
Skin Complexion: White
Gender: Female
Relations: Single, no living family that she knows of.
Home Planet : She thinks it's Corellia.
Marks/ Tatoos: None
Character description: Aside from the generic that were already asked, Merissa is in VERY good shape as per her Mistryl training, and she works to keep it that way. She almost always wears dark outfits that allow her to blend in on many planets. She started tutelage under a partially senile jedi, so her knowledge was incomplete and she when just by instinct, opening herself to the darkside. Since coming to korriban she has VASTLY increased her skills. Finally having tutelage that wasn't senile , and given actual guidance she worked hard to master her abilities. A journey she still continues today, delving deeper and deeper into her powers as her training progressed.

She has reached the level of Knight. She keeps working to improve this wanting to make the jump to master. From time to time she is sent on special missions, by the mysterious person who has taken the mantle of "Emperor." This mysterious person, of whom almost nothing is known about, has been gathering the scattered Imperial forces all along the outer Rim to himself. He has managed to convince all rogue warlord's and former imperial troops to come back to the fold, by convincing, intimidation, threats, and outright killing anyone who refuses. He has given her elite warrior status, and the title of Emperor's Hand.

Character History: Her first memories were of Corellia when she was very young. She recalls picking pockets and stealing for food, and assumes she was pretty good as she has no memories of beign caught. She recalls stowing away on a ship to try her luck on the space lanes, only to be discovered by the owners; the Mistryl guard. Sensing her spunk and determination the Mistryl trained her as one of their own.

She worked hard and became one of their best, until she got set up and betrayed on a mission by another Mistryl and failed utterly, barely escaping with her life. The Eleven declared her persona non grata and were hunting her, so she dissappeared.

She first went back to Corellia and tried to hide there, when she got attacked unsuspectingly by another Mistryl shadow guard who had tracked her. The surprise of the attack caught her off guard and easily put her down. Merissa's life was forfeit, only to see her attacker lift off the ground and slam into a wall, and an ancient and poor looking woman stood hunched over behind her slumped attacker. The woman claimed to be Vimi Sunrider, and an ancestor of Merissa. (Merissa didn't believe her but was greatful to be rescued, though a later DNA scan proved that the woman WAS related.)

Vimi and Merissa dissapeared into the lower dregs of society, where they spent several years laying low, while Vimi instructed Merissa in the use of the force. However, her instructer was half senile (and spoke in third person) so her training was botched, and incomplete, missing key sections of controlling emotions and such.

Merissa had just progressed to the part of her training where she had constructed her second lightsaber, (her first one was a disaster, it blew itself and part of a wall up) when the two were attacked by another Mistryl. She hit vimi first without warning. Seeing her friend apparently dead, Merissa attacked the other Mistryl in a rage and cut her down, opening herself up to the dark side.

She went over and checked her friend who wasn't breathing and had no pulse, so she gathered up what meager possesions she had and left her friend. She would later learn that it was likely just a Jedi Trance, but she could never find traces of her former mentor again.

Since then she had been traveling the galaxy, Nar Shadaa, Tatooine, Myrkr (for a brief stop, collecting Ysamilri which she had only heard rumors of for her ship so no force sensitives could track her) Coruscant, and a few other SMALLER worlds. She really had no guide or idea what to do. Though she'd been delving into her emotions feeding from the darkside, but not completely, just unknowningly.

Then she came to Korriban to the sith temple, where she was actually given instruction in harnessing her strength and abilities. And she has been practicing relentlessly to reach her current place.


Strengths and weaknesses: She is a Mistryl so her athletic and fighting skills are phenomenal. The jedi training just helps this. You want something attacked and someone killed she is the person to do it. You want something done tactically? She can do that too. Emotionally, she is rather lonely so that is easily exploited. She can be blunt and callous, so she does not inspire others to follow her out of friendship, though she could out of necessity. She knows much about the seedier sides of things like smuggling, illegal trade, and such, She can adapt to most environments she is put in, though whether she is comfortable, that's a different story.

Lightsabers: 2 of them, A normal one, and a short one. Both colored silver.
Melee Weapon Small vibroblade hidden in her boot for emergencies.
Ships: Modified Star Ranger, that carries a fully capable specially modified X-wing.
Droids: Veethree droid for piloting the Ranger when needed, and an R2 unit for the X-wing.
General Inventory: Most of her clothes are dark and utilitarian in nature. Her ship is well equipped and stocked, and in good repair. She's got some money stashed away from her bounties. Not a HUGE sum, but a decent amount.
Role Play Example:
Merissa waited impatiently. Her master had told her to meet someone here. She looked around at the crowd milling through the street. It was hours before the beginning of the parade and people were already starting to pack in quite heavily. She managed to keep a sneer off of her face at the people.
They think they won. They are fools. They only managed to defeat one group of imperials. They deserved to be slaughtered for their blindness. She calmed her thoughts. It really didn't matter to her. The Republic or the Empire. They were both after all, just tools to be used. However, the Republic upheld the Jedi as guardians and protectors, giving the Jedi a broad range of power and control. which was something she abhored. So the Sith had to work hard and rally the imperials and reassert their control over the Empire. Her master had done a good job of that. The fools of the republic would soon learn that the Sith were still alive and stronger than ever.

Gaia Name: Darkside Luke
Character Name: Luke
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Race: Human
Character Description: He has shoulder length brown, scruffy hair and blue eyes. He is slightly tanned from the many years he has spent on Korriban with a well build body from his training. Though his body bares no physically scars, his eyes show that he has been in many fights.



Home Planet: Corellia
Starting Planet: Korriban
Relations: None
Character History Luke was born into a rich and adventerous family who loved him dearly. His father was a respected archeologist, though well known for his radical ideas, which Luke fortunately inherited. His mother coat-tailed her husband's fame. They spent much of their time travelling the galaxy in search of threasure, their baby son accompanying them everywhere.

However, one trip to Dathomir, shortly before Luke's first birthday, would leave the family torn apart. After an attack by a tamed Rancor, controlled by a Nightsister from the Singing Mountain Clan, Luke was seperated from his parents who, after countless efforts, gave up on rescuing him.

Luke was actually captured by the Nightsisters who had attacked him, returning him to their stronghold high up the mountains of Dathomir. There, he spent many years of his life, growing up under the torturous control of the Nightsisters, like so many other wandering men found by them. He was rarely fed, punished regularly and was often left to entertain the Rancors. It was remarkable how he no longer bares any of the scars he collected during his stay. It was here where he first saw the Force in action, the wild untamed Darkside that controlled the Nightsisters. He hated the very sight of it.

After eight long years of suffering, Luke finally gave up. He would either fight his way out, or die trying. Having refused a whole day's worth of work, he was sentenced to death at the hand of the Elder. Having had the opportuinity to study her fighting style for the majority of his life, Luke knew exactly how to escape. He was given a weapon to defend himself, a weak and battered sword. As the Elder attacked, Luke simply stepped aside, his blade coming up the meet her neck. In the chaos of the Elder's death, Luke ran for his life, ran like the scared child he was, tears flooding his face. He now had the bare the elements of nature on Dathomir, alone.

He spent months wandering the planet, eating what scraps he could, avoiding all danger. It was a miricle he survived. Infact, he only survived thanks to a lone girl, named Atra Runtre, who took him under her wing, helping him flee the planet. She younger than him, but several years, but so influential on Luke's life. She became his new mother, teaching him everything.

Unknown to him at the time, Atra was actually the Dark Lord of the Sith. This young girl was the strongest person in the entire galaxy. She taught him skills with a saber, how the weild the Force which surrounded him, especially that of the Darkside. Even though he knew he was learning it, he refused to let himself be comsumed by the Darkside, as he had seen in those Nightsisters.

By the age of sixteen, Luke and Atra had formed quite a bond. however, she just simply abandonned him one day, leaving him to live out his life as he chose, rather than in her shadow. Luke never felt any remorse for it, but simply went about his business, further increasing his understanding of the galaxy around him through all means, mainly focusing on his combat skills and, of course, the area had keen interest in, politics.

Through a mysterious twist of fate, Luke one day found himself back on Dathomir, several years later. He found himself consumed by hatered, the memories of his childhood flooding back to him. he covered the entire planet in search of the fortess in which he had been held captive. Aftr many weeks, he found it, and, within a few days, left the place to burn, no one alive. On the sight of that burning temple, he broke down into tears, just like he had done the day he escaped. It was his one moment of weakness. He vowled never to allow himself to act like that, to be consumed by the Darkside, act liked what he had always hated. Now, he had truely felt it, and hated it even more.

After a further decade of constant training, self improvement and increased understanding of Galactic politics, Luke once found himself in the presence and old friend, Atra. Luke was no longer the snivelling child he once was, his experience on Dathomir truely opening his eyes. He was now cocky, smug and well trained. His father's intelligence had also surfaced, along with the same radical ideas. Atra, now extremely inpressed with what he had become, took him under her wing once again, as a final test. on countless occasions, Luke bested Atra in training, something he never though anything of.

However, less than a year after the two had been reunited, Atra left once again, for good this time. Though Luke was never formally Atra's apprentice, he took her role as Sith Lord. He knew everything about the Sith, their traditional values and honour. He refused to adopt their style, simply embracing the name for his friend's sake, and as recognition for his life long dedication to his training.

Within a matter of days of he new title, he found himself in control of the entire Imperial Navy, after the tactical "removal" of their Emperor by his hands. Luke was never one for mindless slaughter, except the incident well over 10 years ago, and always believe in killing those you needed to. Feeling the ways of the Republic were old and outdated, he wanted the overthrow their control with his own style of government. However, to achieve this he's have to use the Republic system against itself, somethat that would take several years. The Imperial Fleet simply left, no word of their location since.

In the three years since Luke took the Imperials away, he took an Apprentice for himself, Merissa Sunrider. Though very able in her abilities, Luke never really understood why he did it. There was much he could teach her, his skill still vastly supieror to hers, but nothing he wanted to teach. Luke found his time was better spent on himself. though he had already mastered his saber, as well as the Force powers he thought he going to need, he never felt it was enough. He wanted his fighting ability to be a sixth sense. Eventually, he had achieved such greatness, fighting haunting his every dream, always in his mind. Even today, he still works on ways to improve himself, merely as a past-time, still knowing that it was not worth the risk to slack. He never wants to lose what he has, but does not want to give up until he has reached his goal.

Alignment: Imperial
Occupation: The Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor of the Imperials (Hidden knowledge)
Skills: Though not his main ability, he is a very good pilot when it comes to larger transport ships such as shuttles. He also is very good at keeping secrets hidden. However, the skill he excells at is his ability to decive people. He often successfully convinces people he is someone he is not, to the extent where he can fool even the greatest of Jedi.

Weapons: One handed single green lightsaber.
Ship Lambda Class Imperial Shuttle
Personal Belongings: None

Roleplay Sample Since the banishment of the Imperials, the citizens of the Republic seemed to rejoice over the peace in the Galaxy. Today was another annual celebration of this event. Though the festival did not start for some time yet, the people were already gathering at the steps of the Jedi Temple to for main event of this year's celebration. Luke pushed through the crowd, trying to get a view of the Jedi when they emerged from the Temple.

Finding a spot in the center of the crowd, he overheard two people standing next to him, taking about the past few years.

I can't believe we have had three years without the Imperials! The peace has been great!

As the two continued to chatter on amoungst themselves, Luke Luke down to the floor, smirking and muttering something to himself.

Peace is a fragile thing....

As he looked up, he spotted a familar face within the crowd. One of his elite troops, one of this most trusted followers. He pushed forward through the crowd until he was standing next to her.

I knew you wouldn't miss this...

Gaia Name: Kith Kunabi
Character Name: Kith Kunabi
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Any Star Wars Species
Character Description: Kith is white, but Tanned, from the trade of a smuggler and Bounty hunter, all around Jack of trades. he has Yellow eyes, and Blond hair. he's a bit short, 5'7'', and abit on the thin side, 120lbs. he's not very muscular, but he doesn't need to be, becuase he has an excellent aim. he has no abnormalities save a scar on his left cheek where he was shot by a rival bounty hunter.

Home Planet: Kashyyk, his Father and Mother were a smuggling team, and his Mother went into Labor while he was on the palnet of kashyyl. thus he was born there but didn't really grow up there, or anywhere..
Starting Planet: Tatooine.
Character History. Kith was the child of two Smugglers. they trained him in the arts of Smuggling and other fine illegal activities. they also made sure he knew basic self defense. as he grew older, thye let him run several operations, and eventually they invested their money and bought him his own little Bootleg TIE fighter, straight from the junk yard. in his earileier solo missions, he came up against Bing, a rival bounty hunter and smuggler and Bing shot Kith in the Cheek, Kith nevr forgot this, but Bing probably did.he uses it well, and easilly becasme a great smugler. on one trip, he found some Mandalorian armor, which was incredibly rare. He also souped up his Pistol, so it is faster and stronger. he than worked on his fighting, and added Mercenary/ Bounty hunter to his repoitoire of skills, thus making him a Jack of all trades. during the Jedi hunt, he abstained from hunting Jedi, as he considered it immoral. in his mind, the law doesn't choose right and wrong, he does.


Alignment: Since he is loyal to neither Imperial or Rebel, he is effectively Neutral. but if forced between the two, he would pick Republic.
Occupation: Jack of all illegal trades. Body Guard, smuggler, Bounty hunter, Mercenary. he's not picky. he can aslo cook.
Skills razz iloting, shooting, cooking.

Weapons: souped up pistol, shoots faster and stronger blasts than a normal pistol, but still not as strong as a blaster rifle. also has three thermal detonators with him, and he knows where to get more.
Ship Your character's starship: a bootleg souped up Tie fighter, It's wngs are bent a slight angle, making it a little slower but turns on a dime. he also cut off part to amke it easier to hide.
Personal Belongings: Madalorian armor (wich he will die to protect)

Roleplay Sample Kith snuck through the ship, looking left and right to amke sure there were no security droids around. tha he heard some noise around a corner, he stcuk to the wall and peeked around it. there were three Gaurds around the Painting, two were droids and one was a Wookie. Kith decided a paln of action. he threw a detonator against the wal, it bounced and landed amongst the gaurds "hey... what the?" "BOOM" the detonator goes off, destroying the two droids and knocking ove rthe wookie, it's fur burning. Kith runs around the corner, quickly points the psitol and shoots it through the chest, the Wookie ceases its groanings. Kith runs up and grabs the painting, it is a garishly colored Hutt "some people have the oddest tastes" Kith says. he than tucks it unde rhis arm and uses his jetpack (thta's built into all Mandalorian armor right? if not I need to edit for that too) to fly down the hallway, stealth no longer neccessary. he can hear peoples footsteps pounding down the hallways. Kith than turns a left out a window and flies to a grove of trees, where he turns off his pack, and lands on the ground. he walks into the grove and hops into his TIE, he climbs into the cockpit and takes off, people trying to shoot him down with mere pistols. he soon climbs out of their range and heads to space towards buyer in tatooine (most posts will not be this long, however, thye will be this quality. if everything checks out, that'll be his reason for starting in tatooine, he just made a transaction)


Kith, where did boba fett, a 110 year or more dead person, meet a 19 year old person?
scrap the fett thing, read the rules, no movie or extended universe characters allowed.

Gaia Name: Skkou
Character Name: Skkou Runtre
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Human
Character Description: Standing at the same 5'5" she did three years ago, Skkou's basic physical stats remain the same. Except, of course, the fact that as she matured she kept her hair color at a milder, more uniform sandy-red. The same hazel eyes glare out from underneath a set of glasses and shamefully long bangs.

Skkou's intrest doesn't lie in her personal appearence, however, as much as it does in her attitude. Whatever she does, she gives it her all; a trait most likely acquired through her rivalry with her five-years-older sister, Atra. Since Atra's alleged dissapearence, however, Skkou has found the shadow she so long lived off of, and the name that she could flash and be let into high-security areas deteriorated.

Home Planet: Corellia
Starting Planet: Coruscant
Relations: Younger sister to former Dark Jedi
Character History: Skkou, Atra's younger sister, didn't get the Runtre family's stature genes. Five years younger than the Dark Lord herself, Skkou used to find herself in competition with her sister. As they both matured, she found herself looking up to Atra, but the latter didn't find any intrest in family ties, and thought of Skkou as nothing more than an acquaintance.

As time passed, and after Atra had given into her negative emotions, Skkou followed her to Korriban, initially to see exactly why Atra was acting so. When the future Dark Lord was apprenticed to the current Dark Lord, Skkou immediately recognized the bond between her and her master. Jealousy overtook her features, and she began to think of Atra as more of a rival than older sister.

Determined to surpass her sister, but lacking in Force sensetivity, Skkou manages the Dreshdae Guard, keeping order in the small spaceport. Her skills with machines and technology, as well as her creative nature, make her all but an asset to the Dark Jedi Temple. She's their 'inside link', supplies provider, and major connection to the outside world, and in return, Atra's Temple is Dreshdae's income and source of military power if the need arises.

Although Atra and Skkou's relationship warmed considerably during the last years of Atra's life, the two yet refused to be referred to as siblings. When Atra dissapeared, Skkou was the first suspect to her dissapearence. Through a heated fight for her own innocence, Skkou made several moves some considered 'unwise', and ultimately ended up among the ranks of the Imperials.

Skkou blames Atra for the vast majority of her problems, and can often be heard screaming curses and blatant profanity at the planet of Korriban.

Alignment: Imperial Empire
Occupation: Officer
Skills: Mechanics, piloting, and public services.

Weapons: Blaster (x2)
Ship: Whatever's closest to the hangar door.
Personal Belongings: N/A

Roleplay Sample: "They're getting closer, Lieutenant," Atra said impatiently, through clenched teeth. Piercing green eyes glared down at the controls as she watched- and felt- another unwanted arrival.

"That much you can see," the lieutenant answered.

Atra yanked her eyes away from the machinery to spare a glance at one of her officers. "And a non-Force user such as yourself can really tell the difference?" It was a statement, not a question.

The lieutenant cleared his throat. Having gathered his bearings from their last encounter, he was in a much better position- and mood- than before. He stood next to the Dark Lord, shoulders square but with a humility that would rival even the most dribbling servant.

"No, Ma'am."

"Of course not," Atra answered coolly, her gaze having returned to the viewscreen. Idly, she reached behind her to pull up a chair, silently and secretly marveling at the workers' installation and wiring.

Of course, such compliments weren't meant for this time.

"Are you afraid, my dear lieutenant?" she asked after a long moment of silence passed.

The question apparently caught the officer off guard, and his head shot up. Was Atra looking at him and not at the screen, he might have had the blind stupidity to stare. Yet, her eyes remained on the Temple viewing screen.

"No, Ma'am."

Atra's lips quirked into a dark smirk. "If I were in your stead, I would be afraid," was her amused confession. "Having the Imperials hunt you down like dogs-- frightening, eh? You'd be treated like the rest of us for associating yourself like you have."

The lieutenant didn't answer. He wasn't sure if Atra was being serious or not; he could only guess. Her eyes remained on the screen, as serene and calm as if she were one with life itself. Her tone carried only the smallest fluctuation: enough to keep her from sounding monotoned.

"Clarification, if I may ask that much.." the lieutenant answered.

"I wonder how the Lightsiders feel about this?" Atra asked airily, not answering her worker's plea for elaboration.

The lieutenant's mouth twitched in internal frustration, and his eyes returned to the viewport. He wondered exactly what Atra and Luke were conspiring..