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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 11:28 am
The shuttles boarded the contestants, whom had all picked what lot out of their crews that would be taken to the planet for this next stage of the race. The shuttles landed upon a floating dock out in the ocean, to be briefed. Nearly 200 racers were floating along, all turned on and ready to fly, floating above their respective docks, as a vidscreen featuring the face of Nubyll next to Az'zip sat in a repulsorchair, addressing the racers.
"Well, you managed to make it to the next round. Asura and I were both pleased, and the magnificent Az'zip was more than delighted by the firefights. Hope we didn't kill any of your friends with that little suprize there in the middle. Magnificent job too," she said, laughing a mechanical laugh. "Now, we have another race, one which tests your reflexes and adaptability. Before you lie your tools to finishing this marathon. They are known as 'podracers', a rather fun invention we managed to secure before we came here. They all have the same engines and mechanics, so this challenge is for the racers own personal ingenuity. Very simple to learn how to fly."
The screen split into three different screens, each showing one of each color racer.
"Each racer has a different onboard defense system, for any of those... obsticles that you might encounter in the race. They are designated by color, and they each are different. It's not fun to tell you what they can each do, but they are all activated after the first 50 kilometer mark, just to make sure you don't get too nosy before it starts. There aren't any rules for what you can do with it, but we've provided a general compass to show you the way to your destination. It is a penal facility with a circular track. They've been building it for several months now, and you'll end there with three times around the track to help entertain the workers who put so much blood and effort into the construction. Only the top 25 teams will be allowed to compete in the gladiator match. You have one hour to be at the starting line. Starting now."
the screen went blank, as a green skinned Twi'lek exited the crowd, before they noticed. She was Shakir Secur, top podracer in the entire galaxy, at least on the national circuits. Underground, she had never tried, but her green podracer, personally owned, had been summoned to this grand race. She usually raced clean, but today, she'd have to watch the others. Still, no worries burdened her bouncing chest, as she waited for everyone else to get prepared. Shakir couldn't be more excited for the challenge...
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"Perhaps, but you could easily give them a dance to raise morale too," he said, giving a sly smile. "Too bad you're still too young to really do that legally. There has been stories that some sith have been doing that throughout the ages to cope with the fact they haven't beaten the Jedi yet."
Ritt leaned back, "These guys won't dwell upon it like a rookiee crew, but the damage is already done. They aren't so foolish to think we could have won with that much damage, but they'll want blood to make up for their comrades. Remember what I said about the three kinds of pilots? We are the kind that can read the tide of battle. And this is going to cost the sith extra. Tuing isn't entirely going to let this go. He is a commander that lives for pride. That works in our benefit. We fight pure, and he gives us the chance to fight back for personal revenge, without being corrupted by it ourselves."
A small beep came from his terminal, as he read the message.
"Well, it seems that we're having some good luck finally. Tell me, what do you think of a birthday present early?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:08 pm
“I’ll remember that for when I come of age.” She smiled at him. Maybe I’ll start saving up to buy an out-fit of the occasion.” She sat back and listened to him, nodding her head.
“Well I guess that’s a good thing, as long as he doesn’t slip and let his pride dictate his actions.” She paused as Ritt’s terminal beeped.
“An early birthday present?” She tilted her head to one side at his question . “For me?”
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:04 pm
"For all of us, actually. Seems we're making a small trip in system to a private location. Seems we're going to be doing something worthwhile. I'm not sure, but Tuing wants us to be prompt."
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:40 pm
The spy lay on the floor, his eyes wide with shock, his right hand on the holdout blaster hidden in his coat. Rook had fired on him at the beginning of the confrontation, seeing him reaching for the weapon. She thought that he had betrayed her earlier, but she was wrong. She didn't know that he intended to shoot the Jedi in the back. Kira Skirata would never know of her mistake, and how she could have avoided the brutal fight she was currently in.
As his lifeblood poured out on the floor, the last thing he saw was a blue blade of light dancing across the room, and an armored warrior desperately trying to avoid its embrace...
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 3:30 pm
“Really?” Aurora perked up and sat forward in her seat. “For all of us? Where are we going? When do we leave?” she started firing of questions, and then calmed herself by taking a deep breath. She was finally going to be able to see her master at work outside of his cockpit.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 4:23 pm
"I'm telling the mess hall to give you less sugar during meals," Ritt replied, as he got up. He rearranged the dark sunglasses over his blindfold, and strecthed himself out a bit. He always tried to make sure that his apprentice would be kept as comfortable with his condition as she could.
"We leave when we arrive there. Captain's taking us with this ship. We'll find out soon enough."
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 11:36 pm
“Are you sure you’re my Ritt, and not some imposter sent here to tortured me by deigning me my sugar rush.” She giggled back. Watching him stand and straighten out his attire. When he was done she bounced up and out of the chair, turned and bowed her head to him. “My apologies, for the onslaught of questions. I’ll be mindful of my patience.”She replied.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:20 am
"Don't worry. I often did quite the same to Stryder. Just be mindful towards someone with more age, they tend to get jealous of our energy and curiousity."
The Bathurst took nearly an hour to cross the asteroid belt and reach a moon of the system's first gas giant. Another Hammerhead floated, hidden from the main trade routes and other prying eyes. As the crews assembled in the main hangar, everyone seemed agitated in what they were waiting for.
Tuing was in converstation with a stranger, who had taken a small fighter to make the jump from the other ship. To Ritt, it seemed to take forever for the two to finish discussion, but patience (or what closely resembled it) finally won out.
"Ace, get over here," Tuing called, as Ritt looked at Aurora. "Well, here goes nothing..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 12:32 pm
“I’ll bare that in mind when I’m around those of an advanced age.” she giggled in reply.
Over the next hour, Aurora buried her nose with in her datapad, reading and studying as she did when she was not on duty of training with her master Ritt in the cargo bay. When the signal came to assemble, she closed down the datapad and made her way to the hanger.
Aurora looked at Ritt and smiled as she waited with the rest of the crew on the hanger deck.
“I always thought it should be ‘here goes everything’," She grinned. . “May the force be with you.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 12:08 am
"oh, I plan on it...." The Sith schemer commented, responding to the sultry whisper with a devious grin. For the next few moments, siren was abruptly met with another intimate affair, before reclining was resumed and the end of the plans where discussed.
"So, then, You should be able to begin soon enough, in about a week's time, construction should be sufficently complete. I have ensured facillities well suited for all this, as I said, and a map of the new additions has already been loaded into the database...all the tool you could desire, Siren- I do hope you enjoy this task..."
Raising, calliga walked over to several display consoles and brought up a wall diagram.
"the ship I stole from my old "master" was junk, it was old and hardly spaceworthy. I shall use a simple transport craft to handle this matter; the crossing is nearby, in orbit of the Planet Yalvin; a mere quardrant away and not deep enough into the republic's precious territory to be of any notice. When I get back, I expect matters to be well underway, then. Do you understand my plans? ..."
Calliga paced for moment, then spoke again, thoughtful.
"It's funny, many sith would attack and die for such idiocy; the fact That we have power through "weakness" is very interesting...and so very, very deadly..."
Calliga turned back to where his subordinate lay.
"regardless, you are correct in your theories-these catspaws will not be taught any significant combat; though I may deliberately alter a batch to be assassins, if I can find what a few ruined sith records call "The chains of the dark Side"... Anyway, you are now informed enough to execute matters....we can deal with them first thing in the morning, as it were...."
And with that, the planning session was concluded as more....exciting...activities took preceedent. Indeed, things would commence in earnest when the next stormy dawn came to Thule.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:14 am
The pick was increasingly pathetic. Koren's choices were very narrowed and he didn't like it. Keldabe used to be a place where you could get a few good men to train an army any day. It seemed like he would have to go out and find someone himself.
That was, after he finished his large meal the owners had prepared for him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:12 am
Marr leapt off of the machine, landed on the large manufacturing droid flying through the air, then pushed off again, flipping sideways over the Jedi's head, using the Force to carry himself about ten yards from him, landing gracefully once again.
He spoke more, slowly circling the youngling, keeping him in the center of the room:
"The Jedi Lords didn't look so fondly on me either, though I could have been one myself if I wanted the position. By that time, I had already realized that they were losing sight of why they had entered the conflict to begin with. Instead of serving as the guardians of the galaxy, they were and are obsessed only with the destruction of the hated Sith, no matter what the cost. Any who suggest wisdom within the Sith teachings are branded as heretics, no matter their reasoning. After they destroyed the Uba system, and then tried to cover it up, I knew that they were no better than those they fought against.
I found a reason to fight. A reason to kill. A reason to die.
Do you want to know what it is?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:29 am
The Sith's words vibrated throughout Jakar's body. He held them inside and repeated them in his head several times. It made him curious. Jakar, thought back at the teachings the Jedi gave him throughout his life. They seemed... wrong to him. And he could not forgive his master for nearly abandoning him. Jakar searched inside himself and discovered that he knew the man that stood before him was right. The Sith's words, he knew, seemed almost like an echo of himself.
Jakar was curious. And he liked it. "Tell me."
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 3:44 pm
"Order."
Marr said, taking a step towards the Jedi.
"Justice, truth, even peace, rely on order. Without it, chaos reigns, and nothing that the Jedi claim to believe in can exist. For endless millenia, the Jedi have tried time and time again to establish order throughout the galaxy. And yet time and time again they fail."
Marr took a few more steps towards the Jedi as he talked, pacing each step to match his words.
"The Sith, for all of their flaws and misguided ways, can bring order to the galaxy
in a way that the Jedi never can, because the Sith embrace one simple truth."
He kept approaching as he talked, until finally he was a mere meter away from the neonate Jedi,
who was listening intently at his every word.
"The simple truth that this galaxy is a brutal realm,
and that brutal means are sometimes necessary to achieve any greater good."
With that, Marr Silvertongue punched the Jedi in the stomach,
using the full power of his crushgaunts and powered armor to augment the blow considerably.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 12:37 pm
The azure blade glanced off of the armor on Rook's arm, as she pulled it to the side just in time. The Jetii had already managed to land several hits on her, though only a few managed to cut through the beskar that protected her. The cuts hurt like hell, but were mostly superficial, and she needed all of her abilities to just stay alive.
Thankfully, Rook had taken out that traitorous spy first. She wasn't sure if she could have handled both him and the Jetii.
She tried again and again to bring her blaster to bear on him, but he was too fast. With another quick strike, he brought his blade down on the blaster, cutting the barrel in half. In the same fluid motion he stepped back, holding the tip of the lightsaber at her throat.
"Surrender, Mandalorian," he said. "You are beaten."
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