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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:23 pm
"You seem to judge an entire faction by a single person. A bit quick to act. I really did not want such history, but since you have provided it to us, I guess we can't forget it if we chose not to. But a jedi kamikazing is something that does not happen everyday, and would be recorded in the files with special note. Mordranna, would you go to the central computer in the bridge? its the nine-screen thing there. There's a holonet connection and direct secured link to the archives. Do me the favor and bring this up? I'm interested in such this case." Neb stated.
He gobbled down a couple more bites, before continuing on, "I'd think it lewd to ask would you like to change into fresh clothes, so I'll skip the question. But next thing I must ask is, such as this. What is the senator doing? It is if he is distracted by something else, something which I fear may consume him if he becomes too involved with. And something which I beleive relates to this," Neb said, pulling out the odd holocron from his robes. "This isn't a jedi holocron, and your presence on Ossus leads me to believe it may have something to do with this toy.."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 6:20 pm
Imperius was pummelled, and battered as it is.
"It seems I underestimated you, Drako Prime..."
As the electricity ran through his nerves, Imperius used his last resort. Summoning all the remaining strength he had, he seperated his soul from his body, and, while Drako attacked his physical body, Imperius swept past him through the Force and his spirit, unable to use the Force, physically pulled off the armor encasing Drako's feet, exposing the mangled, bruised, scarred feet that the Mandalorian once had.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 6:25 pm
"You got it," Mordranna replied to Neb's request. Getting up, she punched up some buttons on the computer. "I do believe this is the relevant record?" she added as the screen came to life.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 9:51 pm
" He wants to find what happened to Revan, to follow his path and find the truth. I've been with him for this, because I felt that I needed to be by his side on his quest. I don't know why, but something tells me I can't leave him, like something would happen if I did, something bad. " She paused for a moment to eat some more, and then continued. " He's not really a bad person. He's just misguided, I guess you could say. In the end, I think he just wants to learn certain truths and be happy... " Her voice trailed off, getting lost in thought about the Dark Lord and her together. " Happy... " she thought to herself, as she imagined herself in his arms. It was at this point she finally realized why she felt the way she did. It wasn't because of duty as his apprentice that she stayed by his side. It was because she fell in love with him.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 10:53 pm
Far away from the rain soaked jungles of rodia, a lonesome establishment on the edge of a City on Ord Mantell stood, constructed in the adobe manner of a certain world in the outer rim.
The place was run, by all things, a jawa. Piles of broken droids, speederparts, appliances, computers, and the other scrap of an advanced technology littlered the ground around the shop and was heaped up along the walls. ocasionally a rusted pit droid wandered out the door of the shop, do some rummaging, and then haul an arm load of treasured junk into the shop again.
Inside the building, there were an assortment of tools and machines desinged to reshape, recycle, and repair the junk gathered outside. Polished products of questionable quality lined the shelves near the front of the shop, a collection of devices that performed curious functions that the parts they were made from never were intended for. empty cartons of ice cream and equally empty slurpee cups lay everywhere.
Amidsts this odd little scene was the proprietor of the establishment: the Jawa engineer, junk-dealer, and inventor Dathcha. he was an average sized Jawa, his dusty robe modified to hold an insane number of pockets and tool loops. his normally dirty yellow eyes were concealed behind a pair of strange green lensed goggles that focucsed in and out almost at random. as of now he was elbow deep in the chasis of a 3PO unit and seemingly tearing parts out at random, pausing only ocasionally to take a part from his only companion, the rusted pit droid and gently place it in only to volently rip something else out.
so intent was the eccentric sand rat in his work that he never heard the door of his shop hiss open. he never heard the sound of boots cross the cement floor of his shop. But he did smell a familiar combination of alchohol, deoderant, and cheap aftershave lotion mixed with the scent of a Kashyyk pine tree airfreshener, the kind usually inserted into the air filter of a starship.
The nimble little bugger flipped over his workstation and disapeared behind his current project.
"Whatareyoudoinghere?ithoughtyouweregreeniebait!wheredidyougo?yourenotdeadorsomethingright?becauseidontlikeghostsandyoureallyshouldn'tsneakuponpeoplelikethat!thatsreallymean!pleasedonthurtmeigotsnomoney!!!"
Cale sighed as his adopted little cam bot floated by his shoulder curiously. "Tarkin's Teeth, we go through this everytime I come in here. Settle the sith down!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 11:46 pm
Drako let out a inhuman shriek. Drako back handed the body of Imperius away from him. Drako yelled out and activated his saber. Drako felt the pain but loved it. The pain fed the dark drive he felt.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:42 am
Mordranna gingerly brought up many files, ensuring that all were indeed pertinent to Angel's story. Imperial Academy, Angel ... yes, her story checks out, allright, she thought with a hint of bemusement, in spite of herself. Definetely a promising young lady, there's no doubt about that, she also mentally added. She also supposed that were the circumstances different, she'd probably like her. But, back to the business at hand! Still, Neb is right - one cannot blame all Jedi for the actions of a "bad apple".
Still, what motivated this Jedi to do what he did? was the disturbing question on Mordranna's mind, as she frantically typed in and punched up a query on any Jedi who have died on, or around Korriban. He could've been a bad apple, yes ... or, there may be more to it than meets the eye, she mused as she punched up the appropriate files.
And then, the words caught her eye.
Korrin Narb, deceased.
He sacrificed his life in order to save an escape pod over Korriban space. Regretably, as he intercepted the blast that would have otherwise destroyed the pod, his ship suffered damage, and thus crashed into a civilian spacecraft. To the regret of the Jedi Order, there were no survivors.
Mordranna's jaw dropped as she read the record. By the Nine Hells - no wonder she thought what she did! Still, that explains a lot.
She promptly made her way to the others. "Neb, I think there's a record you should see." And, thoughtfully turning her gaze to Angel, she added, "And, Angel, you may wish to see this, as well,"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:41 am
" Very well. " Angel said, as she got up and followed Mordranna to see what was so important. As she read the information, her eyes widened and shock came over her. Refusing to believe it, she shook her head, trying to shrug off the shock. " No! That can't be true! I saw it with my own eyes! " She turned to Neb. " You're a Jedi Master, you can no doubt probe people's minds. Probe mine, and you'll see it for yourself. "
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:02 am
Summonning the last of his strength, Imperius met soul with body and let out an immense Force storm, hoping to short out Drako's circuits. He then lit his lightsaber and used it to back Drako towards the cliff, where he then drop-kicked him off of it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:06 am
Selkisto came to another command room, but all of its doors were locked closed, sans the one they came in from. He moved to open a door on the far end, but Alshia put a halting hand on his shoulder. He turned to face her, and she pointed at the security measures on the door. She also pointed out that there were monitors on the ceiling, and their presence was by now common knowledge in the base.
She worked quickly at the computer console in the center of the room. Moments after she unlocked the door they estimated to be the ultimate entrance to the generator, blaster fire arced into the room.
Selkisto fell to an automatic crouch, but one of his companions was not so lucky. The expert in energy fields wouldn't be there to help them anymore.
Selkisto pulled his T-21 over his shoulder and opened up. The clip was expanded to 50 shots, but it still drained quickly. He killed maybe 5 or 6 guards before he reloaded. Alshi picked up her tools and ran through the door. Selkisto cursed before releasing red death into the corridor and running backwards in retreat. He shut the door manually and Alshia locked it, then closed the blast doors. "That should hold them for a while."
Selkisto nodded and ran down a long catwalk, reloading as he went. On either side were immense shield generators, culminating somewhere up above his head, so high he couldn't see the tops of them.
He tore the door open to the shield control room and blasted the guards and technicians inside with his T-21, then pried some off of monitors so Alshia could take a look at them. She hurried forward and plugged in.
"Ugh... these encyption modules... this isn't gonna be easy."
"How much time?" Selkisto was piling dead bodies in the doorways to help in the inevitable defense of the structure.
"I don't know... maybe 20 minutes." Alshi's headtails were shivering nervously as she plugged away, her fingers dancing desperately over keyboards, tools, and datapads, which she assembled with skill.
Selkisto shook his head. "That's too bad."
She didn't answer him. She was thinking what he was thinking.
Suddenly, laserfire rained down at them. Selkisto neglected to shoot the laser grid mounts on the walls, and cursed himself upon realizing this. He lifted his rifle again and shot all of them from behind cover before assessing the damage.
Alshia was dead.
Now an explosion reached his ears and he knew the game was up. Guards poured down the catwalk, and the dead bodies in the entrance sent various superheated bits of themselves everywhere as they were blown apart by blasterfire.
Selkisto grinned slightly as he pulled a high-impact, 40-pound thermal detinator off of his back and set it up. He pressed the arm switch and turned around, getting into a firing stance. He picked off guards as he saw them through gaps between bodies in the doorway, but they kept coming. A door in another side of the room blew open and he was hit in the back.
He fell over, still grinning. He looked at the detinator beside his head as it emitted its final countdown beep.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:52 pm
"No doubt I could, but would I really want to? Angel, I don't doubt the information on that screen, and I don't doubt that if I probed, I would see things as you did. However, one must realize that everything in this universe is based on perspective. From where you were, you may have missed something cruicial, something important, which would make everything you say seem true. Do please understand. If both the computer and your memory is accurate, than they are not necessarily in conflict. Only the interpretation is. If the records lie, which I admit can happen, but rarely does in this day and age, then you still formed a judgement that is incorrect. But, funny thing is, we have more technology which can account for such occurances. Many starcraft contain certain devices which allow us to really piece together the information. Mordranna, scoot aside. Words can be misleading, and a text file isn't going to do it all. Focus your attention on the holoprojector behind us," Neb stated, sitting at teh terminal.
He punched in hundreds of keynotes and text, bringing up records of Korrin, everything from acedemics to metal health.
"Funny thing about the jedi, Angel. We are meticulous about note-keeping. Ah, here's a readout patched together according to vessel files and various computations. Watch."
The holoprojector put out a wireframe of ships, and it almost looked like a starchart, but with ships instead of stars.
"According to teh timing of the battle, we can judge when he died. Fortunately, the Imperials keep records as well, and video footage can feed into anything. Here," Neb pointed, as a spacecraft exited hyperspace into the line of fire. "I'm not going to watch, to keep my neutrality." Neb stated, turning his eyes away from the screen, instead looking at a record of the jedi instead.
He heard laser fire in the back, as he read.
Korrin Narb, original jedi to come up with the theory that the Vor' Na' Tu' had a sister artifact, and dubbed it the Tan' Sa' Qua'.
Just then, he heard a gasp, as Neb fumbled to close a file on the information. There were secrets he had not yet wanted to be learned. Not yet.
"Angel, I can't make you change your mind. I can't make you believe something you dont' want to accept. I'm not going to probe your mind, even if you open it up to me. I know you don't want me to find some secrets I'd undoubtably find. I think, that above all else, your thoughts and feelings should be yours to keep. Let others read them, but I don't desire such knowledge. Now," Neb said, "I suggest we help find your master. I think he's about ready for you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 1:41 pm
Allon finally got to the Colt 45, and saw it severly damaged.
"Well.....Let's see If I can get this repaired on another planet..But for now..."
He reached into his large jacket and took out an old Rebel helmet which he placed firmly on his head.
"Saftey first."
He got in the damaged ship and set off. Rocking. shaking. sputtering.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 2:52 pm
The Jittery Jawa still did not emerge from behind the table despite the Outlaw's request.
"SowhatareyoudoinghereCaleDarksun,theoutlaw/pirate/gunslingerwhousedtolivebackintowninthatrundowndockingbay???"
Cale rubbed his eyes as he tried to make heads or tails of the little being's rapidfire dialect. "Listen Dathcha, I need that point caster gun you said you could make. also, I need you to upgrade this cambot unit. I want it capable of thought and speech so I got someone to cover my back. Ive been ambushed way to frequently for my tastes lately."
"Icecream!!"
Cale arched his eyebrow in confusion."what?"
"Icecream!! Payinicecreamnow!!"
The outlaw shook his head."there is no way in all of space Im gonna get your hyperactive sand rat a** more ice cream. You're bouncing off the walls as it is!"
There was a calm from behind the desk.
"You....will....not....get...icecream?"
"Hell no! I want my gun and my droid upgrade! But I do have a nice silenced E-11 that I could pay you with..."
Suddenly the rusted Pit droid scrambled out of the way and fled out doors. Cale watched it go with puzzlement before he slowly reached for his blaster.
"Well this can't be good..."
The little jawa flipped onto the table with the 3PO unit on it, holding a huge, cobbled together energy weapon that seemed to be made from-
"wait a second...is that a laser cannon?!" The outlaw said in disbelief.
"Gimmmetheicrecreamnow,orsufferthewrathoftheallmightyTuskenRaiderElimintaorMarkX"
"Mark Ten?! You built ten of these things?! and How the hell are you lifing that anyway?!"
"Diejarjar,die!!!"the jawasqueeled as green bolts blasted out at Cale. the outlaw ducked frantically and took cover behind a tool bench."How the hell did they let you off Tatooine you Space-happy, sleemo?!"
he shouted as he tried to peek over the edge of the bench.
"ThehellyousayaboutmymamaKenobi?!" Dathcha howled as he nimbly bounced off the table and landed on the cement. hoisting the cannon like it weighed nothing, the icecream frenzied jawa slid around a corner and targeted Cale with the weapon. Cale barely scrambled out of the way before the bench he was using for cover was vaporized.
"Star's End! I'll get you Ice cream! Just stop farkling shooting!!"
The Jawa paused in his rampage.
"thirtyliterschocolate.thenifixdroidandgetyougun."
Cale peeked up cautiously from behind a dismanteld Gonk droid. "plain chocolate ice cream??"
The Jawa nodded eagerly as he chucked the large laser away."noonecanresistthepowerofthedarkside."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 3:53 pm
Mordranna scooted aside as Neb instructed, and observed. She sagely regarded Angel, and stated, "I once heard on Yavin Four that many truths we observe are dependent on our point of view."
She watched Angel some more, and then continued. "For the longest time, I believed that Alderaan was destroyed by a natural disaster. I didn't want to believe that the Empire I served was indeed capable of such an act, not only in ability, but in the will to do such," she stated as her expression softened.
Mordranna gave Angel an assuring pat on the back. "Putting factions aside for the moment, I realize that what you've learned may be a shock to you. Whether or not you accept it as truth is up to you, but do please consider what myself and Neb here has told you."
"As Neb said, you are indeed free to go. Torture and wrongful imprisonment are not our ways. Shall we get going?"
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