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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 10:28 pm
A black-clad woman seemed to be staring off into the vastness of the ocean. Another darkly clothed figure made his way towards her, to see that the back of her cloak deceived the eyes and that she was in fact floating above the ground in a meditative state. The observer looked intensely at her face for a few seconds, then pulled out a lightsaber. " You should've been more thorough in attempting to render me threatless to you. " the young Sith said. 3 lightsabers shot out from their pockets from Angel, holding position in the air within her reach, being controlled by her through the Force. " Pretty arrogant for a Jedi, not even thinking you need to fight me in a real duel. " The Sith ignited his saber. At almost the exact same instant, Angel ingnited hers. Her dual sabers were on both sides, her greatsaber over her head. The Sith gave a low growl of anger. " Nothing I hate more than a Jedi who's coky. " He made a swing, which was met by all 3 of Angel's sabers coming at him. Spinning and striking in an almost sycronized manner, yet quick enough as though they were being used normally by a master, the Sith couldn't even stand his ground. He was soon backing away and knocked down, his arms pinned down by saber hilts been pushed down with the Force, the greatsaber aimed right at his neck. For a moment they stayed there, long enough for his defeat to sink into mind and realize he had been beaten, then they all returned to Angel's person, who had been physically motionless the entire time. The Sith was only angered more, and came charging at her. Angel came out of her meditation state and was now standing up and faced her attacker. Reaching out with her hand, she pulled the Sith's saber out of his grasp and as the Sith stopped in his tracks, she pulled him to her as well, giving him a strong slap to the face that almost sent him to the ground again. " Boy! " Angel half-yelled. " I gave you a chance to turn away last time. Again, I will give you a chance, but you will bother no more with this. " With some Force aid, she squeezed hard on the Sith's saber that rested in her grip, crushing it into pieces. Opening her hand, unsalvagable saber parts fell to the ground. Taking a calmer, more master-like tone, she let the Sith go and said, " You are barely able to hold onto a saber, let alone use one. You already know from our last encounter that a Force fight would be futile on your part. " She held out her right hand, the sparks of Force Lightning surging about it in a manner that made its point clear to the Sith. He was outclassed and outmatched. The sparks dissipated and Angel continued. " Just leave. Now. And bother no one else. This is twice I have spared your life after your attempt at taking my own. I doubt anyone else would show you the same mercy. " The Sith just stood there, looking at Angel in awe. Everything finally sunk in. After a brief moment, he gave a slight bow and turned around, walking away, until he vanished after passing a corner and into a distant crowd. " You handled that very well. " a voice said. From behind a nearby rock emerged a robed figure, a Jedi Master who had been observing Angel while supressing his own Force signature. " Taking a rather calm expression at the end and giving him another show of mercy was very masterly of you. " Angel's calmness immediately turned into irritation. " Oh Hell, not you guys too now. " she said.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:10 pm
Link's sword sheared through the final droid as it collapsed with a cry of "Arr, ya got me!"
Link stood up to his knees in diced droids, beads of sweat forming on his face as he stood deathly still, awaiting the next wave to strike.
Nothing further aproached. The Lights of the hall dimmed slowly on, lighting up the corridor and revealing a partially scorched wall and a door at the far end.
Link wipped his brow on his sleave and sheathed his blade as Ellis snagged a pistol from the pile of P1's.
"Bet you anything we're supposed to go down that way." Ellis said.
"Naturally. Ergo, we will go down that way." Link said as he stepped out of the pile of droid and moved down the hall.
They aproached the door. Link motioned Ellis back and opened it first.
As the door slid open, Link caught a big wiff of a familiar smell.
Ellis aparently caught it too. "How in the Nine Hells did that drooling nerfdog make it in here?!"
"I let him in." said a deep rogueish voice.
The room lit up, revealing a well furnished and well maintained control room worthy of an Imperial command base.
One chair was turned facing away from the door, the beast lounging on it's side next to it. It rolled to it's feet and gave a howlish bark, it's whip tail wagging.
Ellis aimed her pistol at the back of the chair, but Link put his hand on the gun and shook his head.
He turned to face the chair. "And you are?"
"Disapointed by how rude you are." Spoke whoever was sitting in the chair.
"Its common courtesy to give your name first before asking someone else's."
Link smiled briefly and bowed. "Apologies. This one is known by the name Link Darksun. This is Ellis Nayhrn of Corellia's Space Museum."
"Darksun eh?" The man repeated. They assumed it was a man, because it was an obiously male voice. A woman with that kind of voice would be rather frightening. "I should have known. That exlains why Lord Mirdalan here didnt bite your head off last night."
"Lord Mirdalan?" Ellis said.
"My Strill." he said, drawing an affirmative purr from Mird. "He reconized your scent because he is rather familiar with the man who built this base. As am I. For you see, I happen to be the last of the origional Skull Base Raiders."
The Chair turned.
Link and Ellis' eyes opened wide.
The self proclamed "last Skull Base raider" was a thicker, silver armored skeleton-like robot similar in some ways to a P1, only much more advanced looking. A Darksun insignia was painted on it's chest and it wore pants, boots, and a gunbelt with a vibro-rapier and blaster on it.
"The Captain called me Cambot, and I have been here watching over this place for roughly sixty some years." The Robot declared calmly.
"I dare say however that you look nothing like him."
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:45 pm
Before leaving Mon Calamari, Freya saw fit to do some shopping for expendables, lest she be subjected to a few more days of dried Bantha Jerky.
"So, like, yeah. Anyone know of an agricultural center we should totally consider asking for help?" Freya asked no one in particular. Of course, it seemed as though the store carried little in the way compatible with the Aldera Ballet's food synthesizer. Mac and cheese! Like, totally yummy to the max! she thought in an amused manner, as said product seemed to be cheap enough to buy in bulk quantities. "Like, a well fed army is totally happy, you know?"
(( ha ha. never knew a character building plot device could be found in something as mundane as shopping for food! but then, characters have to eat, right? ^_^ That said, elvis, padme, if you've got anything, take it away! ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 1:37 am
"Cambot?" Link muttered. "Thats an odd name for a YVH-1."
"You've got no right to make fun of names, 'Faerie Boy.'" The Droid said, jabbing a metallic finger at Link. "As it just so happens, I was once a holocam droid with only enough brains to keep the camera rolling. I got smarter and decided a flying ball didnt frighten anyone. So I uploaded my personality, programing, and memories into this new body. For the Past Sixty Years or so since the Captain bought it, Ive been taking care of the Captain's treasure. To kill time I've kept the base in working shape, kept the P1's up to spec, and teaching the Captain's pet Strill how to sing space shanties. At first i had to fight off a good number of the Captain's former employees, but then they just stopped coming. That was fourty years ago."
"Wait, so Darksun's treasure is here?!" Ellis jumped, clearly elated.
Cambot gave a skeletal grin at the woman. "Sorry, Sweet heart. You're the only booty on the entire planet. Speaking of which, are you seein' anyone?"
Ellis' face was a mixture of disgust and suprise. "Thats none of your buisness! And even if I wasnt, I certainly wouldn't think of dating a Robot!"
"Who said anything about dating?"
Only his years of disipline and meditation kept Link from busting a gut. Nonetheless a smile slipped across his lips as he tried to sort the situation out. "That seems a bit of a bold remark for a droid."
Cambot gave a mechanical chuckle. "Pardon my rudeness. Not only was this body built by Lando Calrissian, but I myself was programmed by a Corellian womanizer, the same Corellian that I spent a good chunk of my operating existance hanging around."
Ellis was so embarised and furious that she was speachless. Link decided to veer the conversation back on track for her sake.
"So if the treasure is not here, what have you been guarding?"
"The map. A specially designed Holoemitter that will lead the way to the treasure. Ive been waiting to give it to one of the Captain's decendents, for that was who he wanted the treasure to got to. However, I can only hand it over to a real Darksun. Mird here seems to think you're the real deal, but I perfer more substantial proof."
"Of Course." Link pulled back his sleave and showed his tattoo to the droid.
Cambot stood and walked over to Link, grabbing his arm and staring intently at the tattoo.
Ellis was puzzled. "Its Darksun's Tattoo isnt it? isnt that proof enough?"
"No." Cambot said as he studied Link's arm. "Every Pirate in the group who thought he was bad a** enough often got a tattoo similar to the Captain's. Plus the design can be imitated. The real proof lies in the ink the tattoo is made with. The Darksun Pirates traditionally tattoo clan members with a special Ink concoction. Only they know the recipie for making the Ink. It serves a rather important security function because it links the clan together. Not all Darksun Clan Members shared the same blood, but if they shared the ink, they were family."
Ellis had drawn out a datapad and had begun to hastily type out notes, drawing a curious glance from Link and Cambot.
"This one trusts everything is in order." Link asked, flicking a glance back at the droid.
Cambot released the man's arm."Yep. You're green. My Bioscan tells me that its two years younger than your overal physical makeup, so you got it at the same age the Captain got his." The droid shook his head. "A damn shame though. The captain's probably rolling in his grave. A Darksun becoming a jedi. You should have been a pirate. or at the least a lawyer."
Link frowned. "Is there something wrong with serving the force?"
"In your family? Yeah. But since they probably stopped talking to you at this point, Im sure its all old news. At least you're handy with a sword."
The droid opened it's chest cavity and drew out an image caster. It was the size of a stop-watch, with a durable black casing and a dull grey emmitter grill.
Link took the device and examined it carefully. He happened to flip it over and frowned.
"Cambot?"
"Yes?"
"Did my ancestor develop a taste for Ruik Root in his travels?"
"Yes. But how would you know that?"
Link peeled a sticker off the bottom of the imagecaster and showed it to the droid.
"Aparrently this caster was cobbled together from scratch. The casing was a Ruik-root can."
The droid chuckled briefly. "Don't worry what it's made out of. Trust me, it's the genuine article."
"It does worry this one. Perhaps if you-" Link froze and snapped his head to stare out the door of the control room.
"No....here? Now? How?!"
Link vanished in a blurr before anyone could stop him, racing at Jedi speed through the base.
"Whats wrong?!" Ellis called out after him.
"Perhaps that." Cambot said as he gestured to his surveillence monitor.
Another ship had landed, this one full of Gordo's thugs. Leading them was a darkly clad man with a black and red tattooed face.
Ellis recognized the man for what he was, and Link's worry made all the more sence.
It was a Sith.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 3:46 am
" But we really could use your help in- " " No! " Angel glared at the Jedi Master menacingly for a moment. " If I said it once, I said it a thousand times. Just because I was born into this bloodline and carry the Force adeptness of my ancestors, it doesn't mean I'm obligated to help the Jedi in their needs. " The Jedi Master retained his calm demeanor and continued. " We aren't asking you to put your life in peril at every turn. We simply want you to truly join the Order and be acknowledged and act as a true Master, not this... rogue Jedi thing you're doing. " Angel pulled out Punishment and after igniting it, threw it straight at the Jedi, who simply stood there and let it hit him. The saber bounced off him and came back to Angel via the Force. " You see? Other than your little tantrums like now, you have no real reason not to. We all know you would never willingly strike down someone unless you had no choice. Besides, I know you turned the setting down because you didn't throw it as quickly as you really can. " Just shut up! " Angel said, turning her back to him. A few silent moments passed. " I'll go to Dantooine, for now. I will do a little training, but it will be all on my terms. Don't start pestering me with this again while I'm there. If no other reason will suffice, because it will interrupt my concentration while I try to hone my skills. " The Jedi smiled and gave a bow, then went away. Angel commed R1, who was tailing Freya at a distance, keeping to his assignment of watching and listening to everything that's going on. " R1, record this message and give it to Freya, and attatch my comm frequency to it... I'll be on Dantooine for now doing some training. In case you need me, my comm frequency is included. I can't promise I can bring the Jedi with me, but if you need me to help with something big, I'll see what I can do. " After recording the message, R1 strolled into action, coming out from hiding and approached Freya, tapped her on the back to get her attention, and gave her the message plus the comm frequency. Afterwards, the droid rolled his way out of the building and made his way to meet up with Angel on the Sundered Rose. Shortly after, Angel took off into space, heading for Dantooine.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 8:12 am
((Bestine Falls...))
The office was in an uproar. The Bestine government found itself unable to help in the negotiations and mediations. Even with a jedi, they could not have gotten out of the deals. You just can't win when you're fighting your source of income, as laid out by contract.
"According to your records, you are producing ships with superior qualities. Yet our records prove otherwise. In the last week alone, twelve ships produced by you malfunctioned in a major catastrophe. Analysis of your shipments show you are artifically replacing your materials with those well under the necessarily tolerances to make production costs cheaper. not to mention you have yet to make four ships in dock that have been on order, that the planetary governments have paid for, in over two years."
HM watched as the bank began ripping the company apart. The Bestine shipyards stood for nothing more than fraud, embezzlement, and corruption. As company executives faced criminal charges, almost all of them resigned upon watching testimony after testimony come in about loss of product, failure of deliveries, external costs.
The reprocussions of a simple board change would not be evident at the moment. Sure, a panel of sith loyalists would be the replacement, and the government would be forced to sign contract after contract of crucial details to produce a monopsony product. There was no way out of it. But more importantly, this would become front page news. Governments across the galaxy would quit buisness with bestine shipyards altogether, fearing the consequences. The few die-hards would only get a fraction of their normal ships, as the company forced itself to fill only specific quotas and restructure.
Economically speaking, the company would be bankrupt in a series of 48 hours. Stock would become worthless, as the new Sith empire would quickly buy up all it could. Bestine's future was like wet concrete. By the end of the week, the new board would be in place. By the end of the fortnight, the first ships would be scheduled to be built to new specifications, with the majority of frigates being produced. By the end of the month, the imperial takeover would be complete with defenses and orbital securities.
Ferno would not witness this though. On Bespin, he was resigned to make sure the funeral of the Administrator went through, and the successive leader of the city would open dealings with the sith. Admiral Veers and the Slayer found themselves making sure the Bestine fall went through. Still, Ferno was not blind to the missions he would soon have to take.
He began his sketches of specific modifications to be made to a PSD under his control. Truely, it would be a Destroyer...
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 8:43 am
((You’re looking for my guys FP? Keep lookin, it's time to send you on a merry little chase smile ))
Revak Valar smiled slightly as he stepped up to the harbor master’s desk. He was here to offer his surfaces, perhaps to sign onto a freighter as an escort. The harbor master was an old twi’lek male that glanced up at the reptilian face of his visitors, “Can I help you?”
Revak bobbed his head, “Yes, do you have any use for a pair of starfighters for ship escort duty?”
“So you want to sign on to escort a freighter?” The Twi’lek smiled revealing a double row of predatory teeth, “Sure, I’ve got some jobs for you. Pirate activity in the area has always been a problem, but some new and efficient band moved in last year. Freighter pilots are paying pretty well for escort.” The Twi’lek stood and tapped a side display and began looking down the list of ships, “Let’s see… Pearl of Mantell could use an extra escort.”
Revak nodded as the display flashed to show the Pearl of Mantell a freighter which looked astonishing simple. The vessel was a new Corellian Action IX transport, this one was completely unarmed, its weapon ports stripped for extra cargo space. A second vessel was registered as an escort, an old modified PB-950 Vornskyr Virtue.
“Very well,” Revak answered, smiling coldly.
Two hours later he was in space flanking the Pearl of Mantell heading away from Ord Mantell, toward the their jump point. Within moments they were in hyperspace, heading toward Yaga Minor.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:01 pm
"I don't know of any really. But I agree that it would help." Aurora said as she grabbed a few canisters of food.
((I don't know of any kind of food. CW I'll send you an idea for us tomorrow at school, my battery is dead.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:25 pm
(( Groovy. I look forward to it. ^_^ Ideas are always good. ))
"Like, totally," Freya said in aggreement with Aurora. And with that, an old R1 unit tapped her on the shoulder. "Like, yah?" she said to the droid, whom gave her the message.
"I'll be on Dantooine for now doing some training. In case you need me, my comm frequency is included. I can't promise I can bring the Jedi with me, but if you need me to help with something big, I'll see what I can do." played back the voice of Angel.
"Like, wow, thanks!" Freya said to the old R1, before turning to Rusty. "Like, did you totally catch all that?"
"Indeed I did," Rusty replied. "Chances are, Master Kalnar and Gunther will also be en route to Dantooine, unless they have other business elsewhere,"
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:32 pm
Seven hours later, Narudu's Hand zoomed into high orbit around Taris. The busy city buzzed with trade and all sorts of incoming ships, but everyone steered clear of the new arrival.
"Notify their government," Elladan commanded, walking into the bridge from his quarters. "They should be expecting us."
The comm officer transfered the relay, and in a few long moments, they received a message. They were adressed by two people, a tall human woman, and a soft-looking Twi'lek male. "Greetings, Commander. I am Delra Thume, and this is my vice-chair Demat'horth. We represent Taris in our negotiations with the Empire."
The Chiss nodded, watching the two of viewscreen. Delra is past middle-aged, and looked like she'd seen better days. She wore a brisk tan business suit, and her partner wore a similar green one. He, however, was young and blue, and seemed in the brim of health. "As a loyalist to former emperor Roan Fel, I request to know of Imperial dealings in the area."
The human frowned. "Fairly unpleasant. We haven't had much dealing with them at all, but our trade has suffered. Most of the planets north of the Perlmian Trade Route have been plagued by war and unrest. We've yet to be approached by the Empire, but we felt it would only be a matter of time."
Elladan smiled grimly. He had expected as much. Taris was heavily populated, and a prime world for the taking. Not only was it the largest hub in this sector, it was also the last trade stop until Nar Shaada. "Well, it seems that time has come, and better it was a loyalist, instead of an Imperialist."
"Excuse me," the Twi'lek interjected. "But what is the difference? I'm unfamilliar with Empirial politics, but I was under the impression it was a unified banner under Roan Fel. Even if corrupt, it was still united."
"Understandable," Elladan admitted. "Fel was Emperor, but the Council of Moffs dealt with most dealings. If you want to blame the beuracracy, blame them if you must. As for standings, the Loyalists are those who were loyal to the Emperor, his family, the Imperial Knights, and all who followed; The Imperialists were Sith sympanthizers, favoring expansion through militant means."
"And you aren't?" Delra pointed out.
The captain sighed. "I'd rather avoid fighting. I came seeking an alliance to help keep the Empire unified under Fel's rule, and not the Sith. I won't show hostility unless I'm forced to come to the conclusion you're conspiring with the Sith."
And their disussion continued thus for several minutes, excahnging point and counterpoint. After a while though, Elladan was lucky to get his alliance. All he had to do was go to the planet-surface and finish negotiations.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:12 pm
Word travelled fast on Corellia's underworld, even as hampered as it was by Cor-Sec.
Gordo's thugs had found out soon enough that the museum had found what they were looking for, and a few bribes later they had the name of the system.
Thats when Narrek, a Sword of the Sith found them. He had detected unusual Force activity in Coronat as he was finishing a mission for his masters and his senses led him to the Space Museum. After witnessing the Holocam security recordings of the the day and night of the robbery, he had discovered the cause.
The man was known as Wanlon. During the Sith Imperial war he caused hell for an Imperial Occupation force on Utao Prime, forming and uniting a resistance movement to oppose Imperial efforts. He was also a known Force user, a fact that drew the Sith to him. Over the course of the war he was responsibe for the deaths of over 50 Sith and the defeat of twice that number.
Near the end of the war, he was captured by imperial forces and was being taken to Coruscant for trial when his ship went missing over Ord Mantell. He was presumed dead.
Now here he was, moving about under an alias and hunting for a dead man's wealth.
It didnt matter what his motives were. The man had to die. And Narrek was going to be the one to kill him.
Narrek was defeated by Wanlon on Utaou, and lost both his left arm and his lightsaber to the man's sword. It was time for vengeance.
He "convinced" the thugs to take him to Skull Base, where his target would be. And Narrek knew he was here. he could sense it.
Narrek looked around the moldering remains of a pirate fort and clenced his mechanical hand.
"He's comming." he muttered to himself as he drew his new lightsaber.
Sure enough at the mouth of one of the buildings Wanlon stood, a grim expresion on his face and his hand resting on the grip of a new sword of his own.
"Back again?" Wanlon asked as he walked towards Narrek. "Do you really not like your right arm that much? Less humiliating ways there are of getting rid of it. But instead you decide to come to this one and have him lop it off." His expression darkened. "Or perhaps it is your head that you wish to have removed...."
No question about it now. The accent and voice gave Wanlon away.
"I am here to take your head fool. And my lightsaber." Narrek said as he ignited his blade.
"It was given away to a Hutt. But certainly he wouldnt mind another." Wanlon said as he slid his sword free free of it's sheath.
The two swordsmen stanced and glared at each other.
and then they suddenly met with a clash of light and steel.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 8:01 pm
A large blue lightsaber blade came crashing into a green one. A somewhat fatigued Jedi Master and Angel were facing off in a sparring match, both of them pushing themselves to improve their endurance. Another hour of intense fighting, albeit harmless since the sabers were at their lowest settings, both combatants came to be leaning on one another, neither of them being able to stand straight up on their own any more. Several knights and others were watching, some for learning by observation, others just to see what combat between veterans looks like. " How long have they been at it? " " I dunno. At least 1 and a half hours, but I didn't see it from the start. " Soon, they both pushed off of each other and made another attempt at fighting. The match came to end there, both sabers aimed for the other's head. Angel was declared the victor only because her greatsaber's longer reach meant she made the deciding blow 1st. " Most impressive. Despite your lack of focus as of late due to your seeking of personal interests, you remain as sharp as ever, and even seem to be improving. The rumors of your bloodline appear to be true afterall. Though, I must say it is amusing that the deciding blow came down to a mere blade length difference. " Angel and her oppenent gave each other a slight bow before heading off into different directions. After a cold shower, she crashed on her bed to rest. " Hmm... I suppose there is something to be said that combat training in itself is a form of meditation. It can- Wait, why I am getting all wisdomy now? Arg, even my own thoughts betray my search for relaxation! " she thought.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 11:34 pm
Sparks flew as the swords met with devastating force.
The combatants lept back and started dancing around each other, looking for an opening.
"You cant win Jedi." Narrek sneered. "Not this time, and certainly not with a sword. I've gotten faster, better, and swinging that oversized knife you have a natural disadvantage! Its slower than a light saber!"
Link arched an eyebrow.
He shifted his stance and slid his sword into his sheath.
"The Way of the Sword is not in handling it with speed." Link said calmly as he shifted into a stance to better draw his sword.
"The flitnat may be faster than the dragon, but it lacks the strength to bring the other down. The Way of the Sword is to beable to fully understand what you are doing, and to be able to wield your weapon freely. If you can not comprehend this, then you can never beat me, even if you can move at the speed of light."
The Sith snarled angrily. "You little punk! Don't you tell me what to do!"
"Angry are we? Aggression is a sign of the dark side, through it you should gain strength. So why isnt it working?" Link remarked.
The Sith roared angrily and charged with force imbued speed, visible only as a blur.
There was a sudden ring as Link's sword cleared his sheath.
Narrek tumbled out of his force speed, screaming in pain as blood shot out of his stump of a right arm. He grasped his stump in pain and glared at Link in raw hatred.
"I warned you didnt I?" Link said as he drew a rag from inside his sleave and wipped the blood off his sword. "And It cost you dearly. You will be lucky if you can even wield a lightsaber again."
Narrek glanced behind Link briefly before resuming his glare. "You think you know everything, don't you Wanlon?" He muttered, voice dripping with venom.
"If I did, I wouldnt need a sword." He said as he sidestepped to the left.
Narrek's lightsaber flew past him and impailed its owner upon its blade. The lightsaber shut off as Narrek's lifeless corpse fell to the ground.
Link shook his head and sighed as he resheathed his sword. "A weequay could have seen that comming." He muttered as he turned to find himself staring down the blasters of Gordo's goons.
Chagrined, Link held his hands up slowly. "Oh...right. One thought something was forgotten...."
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 6:26 am
Despite her better judgement, Angel walked around the Enclave in a traditional Jedi robe. While the others thought she was finally going to join them, it was really because she didn't want the slightly extra weight from her normal attire's built-in light armor while she was training this time. She, as she herself predicted, received various comments and questions from the other Jedi roaming about the area. Luckily for her, they understood her request to be left alone for meditation, so at least that bought her some peace. She made her way out into the fields and climbed on top of a rock formation. With one hand, she moved a large chunk of rock into the air via the Force, and held it in place. Her other hand soon began to spark as she held it out to her side. She aimed it at the rock and lightning shot forth, hitting the rock with enough power to shatter it into pieces. She then just stood there for a moment, thinking. " Hmm... It just struck me... It's odd that the Order wants a Jedi who isn't afraid to use Force powers that are Dark Side in nature, when their main focus on Force powers is to avoid it at all costs. They must really be desperate for something, but what? " A figure caught her attention. She looked down to see a Master approaching. Before she could argue about being pestered, the Master held his out and shook his head. " I'm not here for that. I just figured you would be hungry, so I wanted to bring you lunch. " Angel soon found herself holding some bread and a cup of water. " I don't know what you like, so I just went with something basic. Mind if I join you? " " No, so long as you don't start- " " Not going to. But, if I may ask, have you seen or heard anything interesting as of late? " Angel was puzzled that he asked that, feeling as though the Order knows she's been around someone or something that has a major part in something. Not seeing any harm in it, she started to describe her exploits, starting from her arrival on Bespin.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 7:31 am
"Hopefully she can bring some of the Jedi to help us. And with Gunther and Master Kalnar also trying to recruit Jedi, we just may get a few of them to help us," Aurora agreed. "I suggest our next stop be either Tatooine or Naboo." she then suggested.
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