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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/5/05 10:30pm Subject: Dark Assassins I: Future Incursion (J/J, Tahiri, Valin, OCs) - AUTHOR'S NOTE FEBRUARY 21 - Date Edited: 2/21/06 4:07am (55 edits total) Edited By: Draconarius
	Title: Future Incursion Author(s): Draconarius Type: action/adventure Timeframe: Post NJO Characters: Tahiri, Valin, Jag, Jaina, a lot of OCs. Summary: An assassin is killing off all of the anti-Jedi officials in the galaxy, trying to frame the Jedi for it. Disclaimer: I get no profit in any form from this, save the enjoyment that comes from people enjoying my work. Star Wars is owned by George Lucas, I am just borrowing the great universe he created. Note: Book I of III in my Dark Assassins Trilogy An extended summary: It is 10 years after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war. The Jedi have more than doubled in numbers, and the galaxy is more unified than ever. During the last month, however, a deadly and ruthless assassin has been killing off any political opponents to the Jedi, and leaving evidence to frame the Jedi knights. In response to this, Luke Skywalker gets his former apprentice, Thomas Zadar, onto the investigation. However, the assassin's motives and his overall goals are nothing like what the Jedi assume they are. It's up to the Jedi to save the galaxy again, but this time they have no idea what they are dealing with, and they have no idea what is really going on. Dramatis Personae Akilo; unafiliated pilot (male human) Alkiya Shekana; Smuggler (female Twi’lek) - OC Aranay Hannimak; Jedi Knight (female human) - OC Jagged Fel; CEDF Officer (male human) Jaina Solo Fel; Jedi Master (female human) Keedarkh; Jedi Master (female Noghri) - OC Meryck Nightridge; dark Jedi Master (male human) - OC Nikk Jan'Karr; geneticist (male Bothan) - OC Serin Zadar; Jedi Padawan (female human) - OC Shadow; assassin (male genetic experiment) - OC Tahiri Veila; Jedi Master (female human) Thomas Zadar; Jedi Knight (male human) - OC Valin Horn; Jedi Knight (male human) Vylett Stahlwell; Jedi Padawan (female human) - OC ------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER ONE “Yeah!” Terrinae cried in victory as he dropped his hand. “Pure sabacc!” “Damn!” The chief security officer cursed from across the table. “You son of a Hutt!” Another officer snapped. “I-I just lost a thousand points. I’m nearly out!” “I warned you,” Hiro, the only man in the six-man security force that Terrinae knew, added. “He’s the master bluffer.” “Shut up, you,” The loser snapped. “Hey, sir, when does our shift end?” The fifth member of the team asked as Terrinae scooped up the cash from the table’s centre. “Three hours.” The six men sat around a card table in the security office, just outside the quarters of the man they were assigned to protect. Terrinae understood him to be a slightly paranoid and anti-Jedi senator. Terrinae personally thought that the senator was a bit crazy. Afraid of Jedi. What kind of idiot is afraid of the Jedi? Ah well, it got Terrinae paid, at least. Terrinae hadn’t even bothered to load his blaster; he was that sure nothing would happen. “Alright, ante in, everyone,” The chief said as he dealt out the cards again. “Same rules as before. And, Derek, don’t bet as much this time, you idiot.” “Yeah, yeah.” The six guards were playing a friendly game: no cash, just counters. Terrinae was winning by a large margin thanks to that last hand, with him owning five thousand ‘credits’ worth of chips, and everyone else having only about fifteen hundred max. Derek had just gone down to five hundred. If he didn’t win this hand… Terrinae picked up his hand, analysed it, and growled softly. Bad. Very bad. All right, time to go defensively, Terrinae decided. Just go for the ante and bet low. “Alright, I’ll start with—,” Suddenly everyone’s attention was directed to the sealed door on the other side of the room. A massive hissing, burning sound had filled the room, and when everyone spotted the source of it they jumped up and reached for their weapons. A lightsaber was burning through the middle of the door. The chief and two of the other guards from that side of the table were up in an instant, blaster pistols already aimed toward the door. The chief fired once, missing the lightsaber and impacting beside it. The wielder of the lightsaber on the other side of the door seemed to get the hint and withdrew his weapon. “What the hell was that?” Terrinae demanded, finally getting his blaster loaded. “No idea,” The chief growled. “Grab the repeaters.” “Did you see the colour of that thing?” Hiro snapped. “I’ve never seen a black lightsaber before.” “Shut up and take positions,” The chief ordered, his command voice instantly moving his men. Derek had gotten the repeating blasters from the locker, and had handed two of the three rifles out. The third he kept, and passed his pistol to Terrinae. Everyone spread out; the two armed with rifles dropping behind the two pillars on the sidewalls, while everyone else helped flip the table. Hiro dropped behind that, while the chief, Terrinae, and the last guards advanced toward the door. Terrinae, the second in command, moved in first, with the other two flanking him. “Get ready to unlock the door,” The chief ordered. “On my—.” Hiro screamed. Terrinae swung around, both blasters ready to aim and fire. Hiro was on the now facedown table, his blaster clattering to the floor beside him, clutching his chest. Over him was standing… “Sithspawn.” The man standing above Hiro was dressed in total black, with a black overcoat that went down to just above his ankles. In his right hand was a silver metal, leather-gripped lightsaber pommel. The jet-black blade extended forth, casting no light like other lightsabers would, only darkening the space near it. His hair was jet black, combed back off his face. His eyes were the darkest possible grey, and glared at the remaining guards with a dark and ferocious determination. “How—who—what?” Terrinae stammered. “My name is Shadow,” The dark man replied. “As for the other two questions, you won’t be alive long enough to care about them.” With that he leapt sideways, slamming one rifleman into the wall with his shoulder. The second rifleman fired, but the three bolts he got off were sent straight back into him by Shadow’s blade. The chief and the guard flanking Terrinae fired as they moved to outflank the attacker, but those bolts were sent into the wall. Terrinae took his time aiming, and then unleashed a fury of red bolts from his dual blasters. Shadow spun aside, letting most of the bolts fly past him and into the guard he had pinned against the wall, and sending two more into Hiro with his lightsaber, who had only just gotten onto his knees and began to turn. The bolts took him in the chest and dropped him straight back onto the floor. The whole thing took no more than two or three seconds. Shadow smiled and took a step forward. Terrinae raised his blasters and took aim again, as did the other two remaining guards. They all fired at once. And hit nothing but air. Shadow turned into a black…ghost was the only word the Terrinae could find to describe it. He jumped a couple of centimetres into air, turned into an entirely black ghost-like thing, and then streaked down into the floor, disappearing like some kind of supernatural apparition, all before the blaster bolts had even cleared half the room. “What the hell?” The chief snapped in absolute shock. Half a second later, Terrinae heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber beside him. He spun, just in time to see Shadow take off the chief’s leg at the knee. The chief screamed in agony and dropped onto his back as Shadow’s lightsaber came down and pierced deep into his upper chest. Terrinae fired, but the bolts were sent straight back at him, destroying one of his blasters and hitting him in the shoulder. The impact spun him round and knocked him into the wall. The last guard had raced for Hiro’s lost rifle, and was only just turning and aiming. Shadow wasn’t even slightly concerned about it. He started spinning his lightsaber in his hand, and then started twirling toward the guard, his lightsaber creating a black whirlwind around him. Every bolt that the desperate guard fired was sent flying into the walls or roof. Shadow closed the distance between him and the guard in a few short seconds, and finished the guard with a downward cut through the man’s chest. Terrinae got back to his feet, clutching the deep blaster hole in his shoulder. He scrambled for his only undamaged blaster, and snatched from the floor. He turned and tried to scurry for the door, but only just reached it when an unseen force threw him back. The blaster flew free of his hand as he landed, straight to Shadow’s extended hand, who discarded the weapon like a worthless rag. Terrinae tried to scramble back to his feet, but too slowly. He hadn’t even gotten to his knees before Shadow’s saber pierced him through the chest. --------------------------------------------- Shadow didn’t even give the dying guard a second thought as he deactivated his lightsaber and the man dropped to the floor. He glanced around the now silent room. The six guards lay on the floor, their weapons laying around them, as useless to them now as they had been a few seconds ago. Excellent work, Shadow. Don’t waste time, though. Proceed into the office and kill Kiandra. Then come home. Shadow nodded, turned, and ghosted into the floor. A few moments later, everyone in the office was dead. [end of chapter] -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 3/6/05 3:32am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	Welcome Draconarius Nice start. You've the right idea for italics, just make the 'I' an 'i'. Check here for a list of Markups . Also check out the FanFiction Orientation Guide . It has many useful links you might be able to use.... don't forget to introduce yourself and tell us a bit about you. -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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Vongchild Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 3/6/05 8:44am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	looks promising. hehehe... wouldn't that make it a dark saber??? -----signature----- "Oh," the other clerk said, as if it was nothing new, "You got one of the kid's drawings." http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/21158399 - Mechanical Dreams Apprentice to Zonoma "I'd take a Yuuzhan Vong Warrior over Jacen Solo any day."
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/6/05 4:21pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	Thanks, both of you. Leona, thanks for the tip. I've gone through and put in all the italics I wanted. I'll probably be able to put up a chapter once a week, maybe less. We'll see, I suppose. In any case, I'll definetely get Chapter Two up tomorrow, maybe Chapter Three as well. -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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Daughterofflame Registered: Sep '03	Date Posted: 3/6/05 5:12pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	Well-done. For a newbie, you certainly have overcome the often-dealt-with formatting issues. (Good grief. I remember them! ) Intriguing start, to be sure. I will look forward to more posts. Keep it up! ~*~Austyn -----signature----- Master to BigFatty!:D Acts 5:41 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=18095891 My Light, My Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=18473316 After Forever Pt 2 I'm going to say, "Merry Christmas!", thank you very much.
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/7/05 2:13pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J) - Date Edited: 5/2/05 5:17am (4 edits total) Edited By: Draconarius
	Well, as promised, here’s Chapter 2. I didn’t get Chapter three finished in time, so I’ll post that when I get a chance too. It'll be once a week Chapters from here on. Anyway, enjoy your reading! CHAPTER TWO Jedi Knight Thomas Zadar stepped out of the turbolift, into a hallway filled with a mixture of police, medics, scientists, and a couple of officials. Thomas was almost instantly thrown off by the feelings of anger, suspicion, or just plain hatred emanating from almost all of the people in the hallway. The suspicious and angry looks didn’t help. Nearly everyone’s eyes went dead and cold when they saw Thomas and his sister. Thomas quickened his pace, eager to reach the end of the hallway where Senator Kiandra’s quarters were located, and felt his sister take a step or two closer to him. He wore a simple Jedi outfit; darkish-tan cloth shirt and black trousers, with a black leather vest over the shirt, black leather boots that went up to just below his knees, and no robes. A black belt was around his waist, dangling from which were his two lightsabers, blaster, and commlink. His black hair was uncombed, naturally parting in the middle and falling either side of his face, reaching down to about his ears with the fringe slightly longer. His face still had some of the boyish look that came from only being twenty-two. Beside him, walking at the same pace and a couple of steps behind, was Thomas’s little sister, Serin Zadar. She was seven years younger than Thomas, with very similar hair, just longer, held in a ponytail, and the fringe reaching down the side of her face to her cheeks. She wore a lighter-coloured tan shirt than Thomas, dark brown trousers, and black shoes. Her lightsaber sat on her right hip. Thomas breathed a silent sigh of relief when he reached the end of the hallway and stepped into the Senator’s security office. There was little inside, save for a few pieces of forensic equipment. There were only a few police officers in there, but half of them noticed Thomas’s entry and gave him the same dead looks the people in the hallway had given him. Thomas quickly spotted Master Luke Skywalker standing near the middle of the security office, and hurried over to him. “Okay, I feel like I just walked through a hall of Yevethans," Thomas said as he stepped beside his former trainer. “What the hell is going on?” “Senator Kiandra is dead,” Luke replied. “I gathered that much,” Thomas said, glancing around the office. There were innumerable blaster burns on the walls, floor, and roof. The floor had been cleaned of everything bar the blaster holes. “The place has already been cleaned,” Luke said. “Obviously,” Thomas replied. “Did they find anything?” Luke shook his head. “Did you find anything?” Luke shook his head again. Serin looked at Luke disbelievingly. “You didn’t find anything?” Thomas swore he saw a smile flash across Luke’s face before the Jedi Master answered. “Contrary to popular opinion, Serin, I’m not infallible. The most obvious part of this thing is that the assassin had a lightsaber, and knew how to use it.” Thomas looked at Luke. “A lightsaber? Oh,” His eyes widened in shock. “Oh, no.” “I see you’ve figured out the other detail.” “Senator Okta and Senator Remex,” Serin sighed as she realised what Luke meant. “They were killed by a guy with a lightsaber,” Thomas finished. “And all three of the dead Senators were anti-Jedi.” “Whoever is doing this is trying to frame us, and is doing a damn good job of it,” Luke explained. “Parts of the senate are already calling for our heads. They’re saying that whoever did this used mind-tricks to sneak in and then set up the crime scene, that were trying to snuff out all opposition so we can take over.” “Or something like that,” Thomas added, looking at a deep lightsaber hole in the floor. “In any case,” Luke continued. This assassin has done a good job. There’s almost nothing to go on, save for the surviving…” “Someone survived?” Serin interrupted. “Yes, one of the guards,” Luke answered quickly. “William Terrinae.” “You want Serin and I to handle the investigation, don’t you?” Thomas asked, cutting Luke’s next comment off before it started. “Yes.” “Don’t you already have someone on this?” “Yes, but the Senate wants to see us taking a more active role in the investigation,” Luke said. “This is the third murder in the past month, and now everyone who even feels nervous around us thinks they’re a target. Those in the senate who don’t want us all arrested want more Jedi assigned to protecting them or catching the assassin. Preferably both.” “So, naturally, you’re getting you’re former apprentice on the task,” Thomas replied, smiling at Luke. “You’re way too predictable.” “Only when I want to be.” “But we’ve only been back for three days!” Serin complained. “The Angel still needs some work before shell be flyable again.” “You better get her working again, then," Luke replied. "Because the other reason I chose you two was because of that ship. With the Dark Angel, you can avoid the press a hundred times easier than any other Jedi, conduct a quieter investigation, and, since its almost as famous as the Falcon…” “Han would shoot you for saying that,” Thomas interrupted. “I said almost. Anyway, as I was saying, the senate knows your ship, so they’ll probably quiet down more than if I sent a few less well-known Jedi knights.” Thomas nodded. It made sense, if one looked at it from a politician’s point of view. I swore I’d never start thinking like a politician, Thomas thought to himself, then picked up his old line of thought. The Dark Angel was Thomas’s heavily armed one of a kind ship, equipped with an equally unique Holo-Shield, which enabled the ship to camouflage itself as anything its size or smaller. It was quite obvious how such technology could come in handy during investigations, fights, and escapes. “So what do we do first?” Serin asked. “First of all, you’ll have a couple of days to get the Angel together, since Terrinae won’t be out of a bacta tank anytime soon,” Luke answered. “Second, you might want to look over the records of the other crime scenes, there might be something useful there.” Thomas nodded. “Argh, this is not what the Jedi need right now," Luke sighed; expressing a feeling he had obviously had for a while. “Implying, that if it happened at a later time…” Luke glared at Thomas, a look that Thomas had learnt long ago meant shut up. He did so, then said, “You said it, not me.” “Shut up, Tom,” Serin snapped. “See, even your sister thinks it was lame,” Luke added. “Her jokes aren’t much better, of course, but,” “And you can talk on this subject, why?” Serin rebutted. “The only joke I’ve ever heard you say was worse than Tom’s bad ones.” “Ouch,” Thomas added. Luke shrugged, smiled, and said, “I miss these little discussions.” [end of chapter] -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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Starlan Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 3/8/05 11:57am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	Looks like this will be good. Keep it up! -----signature----- My J/J fanfic, Forever http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/18105711/p1 May it rest in peace. Until I get back to it. someday. "I was at woodstock. Fed off a flower person and spent the next six hours watching my hand move." -Spike, BtVS ep
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Healer_Leona Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 3/8/05 2:58pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	“They were killed by a guy with a lightsaber,” Thomas finished. “And all three of the dead Senators were anti-Jedi.” Very telling and trouble causing no doubt! A survivor?? Poor guy... somwbody's going to after him... -----signature----- Feel so good, but I'm old 2000 years of chasing's taking it's toll
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, NSWFF, and Icons Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/8/05 3:13pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	This is lovely I'm very interested. And you can still write in Word. Just copy it and paste (press Ctrl and v at the same time) into the post box -----signature----- I agree with RJ Officially Idri's Muse
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/9/05 6:39pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	Thanks everyone! Glad you like it. Chapter three is going up tomorrow. -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/10/05 2:16pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J) - Date Edited: 5/2/05 5:19am (4 edits total) Edited By: Draconarius
	CHAPTER THREE The Timberwolf was a YT-2500 transport, a brand new design from the Corellian Shipyards. It loosely resembled the older YT-1300 and YT-2000 designs, sort of a cross between the two of them. It had the circular main hull of the YT-1300, albeit a tiny bit smaller. The cockpit extended from the centre of the bow, with two thinner hull sections, not thick enough to fit anything but systems and machinery, flowing from the cockpit’s side and attaching to the side of the hull. The cockpit tunnel was only slightly longer than half the main hull’s radius, including the cockpit itself. A turret sat on the top and underneath of the ship, and two laser cannons sat menacingly on the side of the cockpit. An ion cannon was hidden underneath the cockpit, and two warhead launchers sat beside the ion cannon. Valin thought it looked positively exquisite. Valin Horn, now a twenty-five year old Jedi Knight, glanced back at his ship as he exited the hangar and stepped into the blaring heat of the Tatooine dual suns. He was dressed in a simple and practical outfit. It consisted of a short-sleaved shirt, and trousers made of the same heat-resistant and comfortable material, short boots, and a cloth belt that held his blaster and commlink. His lightsaber he kept concealed beneath his shirt, tucked into a pocket in his trousers, at the same time concealed and easily accessible. “You did not say it was going to be this hot,” Vylett complained as she caught up with Valin. “I never said it wasn’t going to be this hot,” Valin replied to his apprentice’s comment as he looked around, then whispered so only she could hear. “You’re right, though.” The fourteen-year-old girl smiled and followed Valin as he headed for the nearest cantina. She wore similar clothes to Valin, underneath a cloth poncho that concealed her lightsaber. Her chestnut hair fell about her shoulders, and her green eyes were focused and determined, taking in every detail before saying anything. Valin would like to think that she had gotten that from him, but he really didn’t do it that often, and, besides, she was like that when he met her three years ago on Chandrilla. Valin swiftly picked out the cantina he was after. The cantina’s entrance looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, if ever at all. The sign was so worn that Valin couldn’t even determine what language it was in, let alone read it. The windows could barley be seen through. Valin entered through the open doorway, and was instantly greeted by an angry Trandoshan storming out of the place. Valin stepped aside, pulling Vylett along with him, and let the massive and ticked-off alien walk past before continuing. The Trandoshan growled at the Jedi as he stormed past, shoving Valin the final couple of steps out of his way. “Great,” Vylett sighed, annoyed. “We’re in the place for half a second and I already don’t like it.” “I’ve seen worse,” Valin said. “At least he didn’t try and start a fight with us.” “Suppose,” Vylett shrugged. Valin stepped into the cantina fully. It was pretty simple; large circular bar in the middle, tables arranged around that. Valin looked around the tables, and eventually spotted the person he was after. He nudged Vylett and then gestured towards the table in the far corner, where a Bothan and a Noghri sat talking. Both Jedi headed over, dodging around the tables and other customers. Valin grabbed another seat from an unoccupied table as he reached the table and sat down. Vylett took the wall seat beside the Noghri. “Master Horn?” The Noghri asked instantly. “I prefer Valin,” He answered. “Master Keedarkh, this is my apprentice, Vylett Stahlwell.” The Noghri Jedi nodded towards the girl, then introduced her apprentice, Ravven Ortolan, the young Bothan man sitting across the table. “So, why are we here?” Vylett asked once the introductions were concluded. “Our ship was sabotaged,” The Bothan replied. “We need a lift.” “So why call us?” Valin asked. “You could have just taken a freighter back to Denon or Ossus.” “What we have found is far too important to risk on a freighter,” Keedarkh answered. “Our ship was sabotaged beyond repair, and I believe it was because of what we discovered.” “What is it?” Vylett asked. “I’d rather wait until we have boarded your ship,” Keedarkh answered. “No offence intended, of course. You are Jedi, and therefore I would trust you with my life. Everyone else in this bar is different. I don’t want to risk one of them hearing my information.” “It must be important, then,” Valin said. “Do you have any idea who sabotaged your ship?” “None,” Ravven answered. “We don’t even know what we’ve found means. We just know that it is incredibly important.” “Then why are we waiting around here?” Vylett asked. “She is right,” Keedarkh said. “We should be moving.” “What?” Valin asked, feigning shock. “Without even trying the drinks?” Vylett smiled broadly and shook her head, while Ravven and Keedarkh just stared at him. “Right,” Valin said after a moment. “You two are the serious types.” “Quite,” Keedarkh said. “Shall we leave?” “Vylett, would you mind taking them back to the Wolf?” Valin asked. “Sure, but what are you going to…” She trailed off. “You’re getting one of the drinks.” “Of course,” Valin answered. “The drinks look alright, and you can’t expect me to travel for days and not at least have a half-decent drink on arrival.” Vylett smiled and respectfully asked the other two Jedi to follow her out while Valin nodded to them and headed for the bar. He managed to get the bartender’s attention easily enough, and then ordered a Corellian brandy from the list, surprised that it was even up there. He had to wait half a minute while the bartender got his drink, serving two or three other customers who had ordered earlier, but as soon as he got it and forked over the credits he headed straight for the door, brining the door to his lips. Just as he was about to take a long, refreshing gulp, he heard the unmistakable sound of several lightsabers activating from outside the bar. The next thing he heard was a loud, slightly strange blaster firing repeatedly, and then Vylett scream. Valin just dropped his drink on the nearest table, spilling some of the contents on the four human’s sabacc cards and drawing insults from all of them, and then sprinted out of the cantina, reaching for his lightsaber. When he got outside, he saw Ravven on the floor, Keedarkh with both her lightsaber and blaster out and ready to fight, and Vylett with her lightsaber in one hand while her other clutched at her right leg. “What the…” Valin sighed, then activated his green lightsaber and raced forward. During the same instant, Keedarkh opened up with her blaster, laying down a fury of blaster bolts toward someone ducking behind a wall. Vylett snapped her lightsaber to life as she collapsed back onto the sand, the glowing light-blue blade racing forth and burning the sand. Valin spotted Keedarkh’s target step out from behind the wall again, taking aim with a blaster rifle. Whoever it was took aim at Valin and fired three times, sending three white flashes racing towards Valin. Valin leapt forward and rolled, ducking under the first two bolts. He came up on one knee, facing the attacker, and swung his lightsaber out wide to send the final bolt back toward whoever it was. Nothing happened. Valin looked back over his shoulder, and spotted a black scorch mark on the wall of a building behind him where the bolt had impacted. I missed it? He thought. He had that bolt perfectly. He couldn’t have missed. And, yet, he had. That wasn’t possible. Vylett moaned softly, bringing Valin’s attention back to the fight. The general populace had abandoned the street or where in the process of doing so, and Keedarkh had managed to drive the attacker back around the wall. Vylett was still lying where she had fallen, clutching her right thigh. Valin raced over to her. “You alright?” He asked as he reached her and helped her sit up. “I think so,” She replied as she pulled off her poncho. “The blaster just scratched me.” Valin pulled her hand off her leg and looked at the wound. She was right; it was just a scratch. A few millimetres closer and it would have been a direct hit, though. Valin helped her up and checked on Ravven. He was dead, killed instantly when the blaster hit him. Valin looked up to check where Keedarkh was, and saw her dash after Ravven’s killer. Valin ran after her, Vylett following close behind. They made it to the corner the attacker had fired from and turned around it. “Oh Sithspit,” Valin cursed. He was staring at a huge crowd of people, of a hundred different species. Valin couldn’t pick out Keedarkh by sight, and he had no chance of picking the attacker out. “Now what?” Vylett asked. “We need to clear them off,” Valin said, thinking out loud. “Can you sense Keedarkh in there?” “Sort of,” Vylett replied. “Why?” “Alright, go after her,” Valin ordered. “I’ll clear off the crowd.” “Right,” Vylett said, deactivated her saber, and ran into the crowd. Valin drew his blaster and picked out a pile of containers next to a building. He ran up to them and jumped straight up to the topmost one with a Force-assisted leap. Valin looked out amongst the crowd. He spotted Keedarkh, who was surprisingly the only Noghri in the entire crowd, and Vylett catching up to her. He raised his blaster to the sky and fired. It had the desired effect. Most of the crowd screamed in unison and dived to the floor, and those that didn’t drew their own weapons and tried to identify the source of the shot. One of the people that didn’t drop was a Twi’lek woman. She was also one of the few that didn’t draw a weapon. She already had her rifle out. Valin and her locked eyes for a moment, and in that moment Valin knew she was the one who attacked them. He dropped down from the containers and sprinted after her as she turned and ran. Vylett and Keedarkh spotted her too and raced after her. Valin aimed and fired. The first two shots missed by a hair’s width, and the Twi’lek ran down another alleyway before Valin could fire again. Valin and the other Jedi kept running, and Keedarkh reached the alleyway first, and fired down it after the Twi’lek. A pair of shots flashed back past the Noghri, and she tried to deflect them with her orange-bladed lightsaber. The shots flew straight past her and impacted into a speeder across the street. What? Valin thought. He didn’t have any time to ponder over how both he and Keedarkh had missed those shots, so shrugged it off and fired down the alleyway. The Twi’lek ducked as the shots flew around her, and then fired back while she knocked down a door and ran inside. Vylett caught up just as Keedarkh ran down the alley after the Twi’lek. “Vylett, go with Keedarkh!” Valin ordered. Instead of joining the other two, he ran around the building the Twi’lek had run inside. He reached the other side just as the Twi’lek burst out of the front door into the crowded street. Valin ducked as she took aim and fired, sending four bolts whizzing over his head. Valin fired back repeatedly as he landed on his back, and one bolt landed, taking the Twi’lek in the shoulder. She screamed and dropped her weapon to clutch at the wound. Valin scrambled to his feet and aimed his blaster at the Twi’lek’s head. “Move and you’re dead!” The Twi’lek snarled at him and clicked her fingers. As soon as she did, Valin heard a loud, metallic rolling sound fill the street. “What?” He whispered to himself. He turned around to face the source of the sound as it reached a loud crescendo. Four metal wheels rolled around the corner and came to an abrupt stop, three spike-like legs dropping out of the ball in the centre of the wheel. The silver machines unfolded, the head of the thing attached to a rounded back. Two arms dropped out from the middle with menacing dual blasters for hands. A blue shield came up around the droid. “Oh,” Valin sighed. He had heard of those things once, from Master Luke. Luke said he had fought one of them. He had barely survived, too. How he was going to beat four of them was beyond him. “Great.” The Twi’lek recovered her weapon, turned, and sprinted for the hangar at the far end of the street, leaving Valin to fight the four droids. They all opened up at once, filling the street with red blaster bolts. Valin deflected some of the bolts back as he dived behind a speeder, but the bolts jut washed harmlessly over the droid’s shields. The speeder rocked as the four droid’s blasters hammered it again and again. Vylett and Keedarkh stepped out of the building, and were instantly greeted by the blaster hail. Keedarkh shoved Vylett down and towards Valin as her own lightsaber began deflecting, moving with beyond human speed. Vylett scrambled over to the speeder and dropped next to Valin. “What did you do?” Vylett yelled over the sound of the sixteen repeating blasters. “Got our friend ticked off, I think,” Valin yelled back, then used a Force-assisted yell to make sure Keedarkh heard his next order. “Keedarkh, get out of there!” Keedarkh was way ahead of him, though. She Force-flipped backward and landed behind a heap of containers. Keedarkh looked back toward the hangar the Twi’lek had sprinted for, then glanced back at Valin, who nodded. Keedarkh nodded back and ran after the Twi’lek. “So that Twi’lek ran for the hangar?” Vylett asked as Keedarkh dodged and deflected her way to it. “Stupid question, don’t you think?” Valin asked. The speeder he and his apprentice were hiding behind rocked again, and suddenly the underside sparked. Valin’s eyes widened as the Force told him to move, and he grabbed Vylett’s arm and leapt away from the speeder. It exploded just as he and Vylett cleared enough distance to escape unharmed. They both landed in a crouch, and Vylett moaned softly as she accidentally put her full weight on her wounded leg. The speeder dropped down to the ground amidst a rain of burning metal, sparks, and a mushroom of acrid smoke. Red blaster bolts kept flying through the smoke and towards the two Jedi. Valin stood and helped Vylett up as he deflected a hail of blaster bolts. “We need more cover!” “You think?” Vylett asked as she started deflecting shots. “We gotta get rid of those things!” Valin could sense the droids behind the pillar of black smoke, and almost instantly inspiration hit him. He ordered Vylett to run for the containers Keedarkh had hidden behind, and the girl complied instantly. Valin, meanwhile, headed back toward the burning speeder and ducked behind it, deactivating his lightsaber. He got as close to the flame-covered speeder as he dared, and then focused, trying to make himself seem cooler with the Force. If his hunch was right and these things were using infrared sensors to track him... It was. Almost as soon as Valin managed to cool himself down a couple of degrees, he heard the guns of the four droids shut down. The next thing he heard was the sound of a shield shutting down. Two of the droids advanced forward, their legs making a metallic clicking sound as they walked. Valin watched, focused and ready, as the two unshielded droids walked slowly around the speeder, focused and firing on the pile of containers Vylett was hiding behind. Valin waited till the droids were between him and his apprentice, then reached out with the Force, dropping the heat-masking trick, and grabbed a swoop bike from across the street. He lifted the bike off the ground and sent it flying toward the two still unshielded and advancing droids. They both stopped and turned their cannons on the flying bike, but not quick enough. The bike slammed into the first one, toppling it over, and then both the bike and the droid exploded, creating a second pillar of smoke in the street’s centre. Burning metal clattered around Valin as he raced away from the wreckage of the speeder toward the containers. He had barely made it halfway before a renewed blaster hail came at him from the newest smoke pillar. The second droid had obviously had enough time to get its shield up, Valin decided. He halted his run and started deflecting blaster bolts, trying to find a way to get rid of this droid, and the other two behind the speeder. Just as he was thinking that the rolling sound started again, and the last two droids rolled around the speeder. Valin took the chance to deflect a few shots into one of the rolling droids, but the bolts hardly did anything to the armour and Valin only managed to kill one because he got lucky and slammed a pair of blasts into the thing’s reactor. The surviving droid unfurled and joined its friend in laying down fire. Valin, realising he couldn’t win, Force-leaped backward and landed with Vylett behind the container pile. “What was that?” She asked as he landed. “My hunch worked,” He answered. “Two down, two to go.” “Great,” Vylett replied. “No problem.” As they spoke, a rumbling sound filled the air and an obviously very heavily refitted Skipray Blastboat lifted up from the hangar the Twi’lek had run into. Valin cursed silently as it turned and the engines fired and it flew up into the Tatooine atmosphere. “Damn,” Vylett cursed. “Alright, we just need to handle these things, then,” Valin said. “Any suggestions?” “Not really,” Vylett answered. “Unless you want to pull that move from before.” “No, I don’t think so,” Valin looked over the containers. The two droids were still laying down fire. “They can’t kill us from where they are, though,” He said as he dropped back down. “They’ll have to advance sooner or later.” A few seconds later, that’s exactly what they did, dropping their shields. Valin nodded to Vylett, and they jumped out from behind the containers as one, lightsabers flashing. They each deflected a pair of blaster bolts back at the droids, and both scored. Both droids exploded spectacularly. “Got them,” Valin sighed in triumph, deactivating his sabre. “Where’s Keedarkh?” “Right here, Master Horn,” the Noghri said, annoyed, as she approached them. “Our enemy has escaped, although I did manage to get a tag on her ship. If we hurry back to your ship we can catch her.” “What about your information?” Vylett asked. “Shouldn’t we…” “Ravven had his lightsaber out and activated when he died,” Keedarkh interrupted. “I want to know how that Twi’lek managed to get a shot past him.” “You and me both,” Valin said. “We need to get moving. We can have a look at your leg, Vylett, and then track down that ship.” ------------------------------------------------------- [end of chapter] Well, that’s Chapter 3. Long, I know. I might have been able to separate it into two chapters, but I would’ve posted them together anyway, so meh. They wont all be that long. Anyway, off to work on Chapter 4! -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/13/05 4:14am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J) - Chapter 4 up March 13 - Date Edited: 3/13/05 5:11am (2 edits total) Edited By: Draconarius
	CHAPTER FOUR Jaina Solo Fel entered the office with all the dignity one would expect of a Jedi Master. Inside, seated in front of the only desk, were two Chiss. One was Captain Sado Nikarawn, a prominent naval captain, and the other was his aide, whose name Jaina didn’t know. Behind the desk sat Jag Fel, Jaina’s husband. “Jaina,” Jag greeted as he noticed her enter and stood. “Hi.” “Hello, Jag,” Jaina replied, then noticed both Chiss looking at her. “Did I interrupt anything?” “Not at all, sweetie,” Jag answered. “We were just finishing.” “Indeed,” Nikarawn said as he and his aide stood. The aide turned to leave almost instantly. “However, there is one last detail I’d like to go over with you, if it isn’t too much trouble. I don’t mind waiting.” “Thank you, Captain,” Jag said with a curt nod. “I won’t be a moment.” “Sorry,” Jaina said once the Captain left the room. “Don’t worry about it,” Jag answered as he took Jaina in his arms and kissed her. Both he and Jaina were nearly thirty now, but the features that had made him so attractive as a younger man were still there. “I don’t mind.” “Of course you don’t,” Jaina said. “You get to kiss the girl. In any case, I was referring to this morning, not just then.” Jag shrugged. “Mere side attraction. Where were you this morning, anyway?” “Uncle Luke wanted to talk with me,” She answered as Jag let go of her. “Turns out another senator is dead.” “What?” Jag asked, furrowing his brow. “That makes three in the last month.” “I know, Jag,” Jaina answered. “You’re not the only one that listens to the HoloNet news. Luke wanted me to tell you before the press does.” “So why did you wait till now?” He asked. “Why didn’t you wake me up and tell me this morning?” “Because you only got two hours sleep last night, and I didn’t want you to fall asleep in the middle of a meeting,” She answered. “Your lack of sleep was partly my fault, I know…” Jag smiled before he interrupted. “I don’t mind missing sleep for that, Jaina,” Jag sat back down behind his desk. “Why did Luke tell you?” “Because so far the dead senators have all been strongly against the Jedi,” She explained. “You know anyone like that?” “Nikarawn.” “Exactly,” Jaina said with a nod. “Luke wants you to make sure that no one can get near to him. He’ll handle the ten or so Alliance senators that could be targets.” “Right,” Jag sighed. “Does Luke have anyone on the investigation yet?” “Now that was a stupid question.” Jag shook his head. “You’re right, it was. Of course Luke has someone on it. Who is it?” “Thomas.” “His old apprentice?” “Yeah,” Jaina finally took one of the seats. “Him and his sister. Plus their ship.” “The Dark Angel,” Jag said. That ship was almost as famous as the Millennium Falcon, so Jaina was by no means surprised by Jag’s knowledge of it, even if he had never seen it. “Yet another good reason to have them running the investigation.” Jaina nodded. “Luke has to have at least two reasons for doing anything.” “Better than Jacen,” Jag replied. “Speaking of which…” “Haven’t heard from him,” Jaina answered the unasked question. “I know he’s fine, of course, but not talking to him for a year and a half, and then four years before that…” “Is frustrating?” “Don’t get me started.” “Try me.” “He nearly missed our wedding, and then just disappeared afterward. I haven’t heard from him since,” Jaina blurted out after a moment of awkward silence, and she knew straight away that Jag had picked up the annoyance, frustration, and the dozen other emotions behind her comment. “Jaina, he was halfway across the galaxy,” He said in Jacen’s defence. “And he made it, didn’t he?” “That’s not the point.” “Yes it is.” “No, it isn’t.” “Don’t make me hurt you.” Jag chuckled. “I love you, Jaina. But that doesn’t mean I have to agree with you. The reason you’re annoyed at Jacen is because he’s been very distant for the past couple of years. But you can’t expect him to—” “We’re twins. We were the best friends each other had for the first half of our lives. We still are, Jag,” Jaina retorted, cutting him off mid-sentence. “You’d at least expect him to contact me every so often.” “Jaina.” “It’s not like he’s do anything that’s going to take up all his time.” “Jaina…” “What?” She snapped. Jag was smiling. “Let it go. He might not be anywhere near a comm station. For all you know he’s out at Zonama Sekot right now.” She glared at him. “Jag…” “Yes?” “I hate you.” He stood up and stepped around the desk and knelt in front of her, taking his hands in his. “Not scanning, Solo.” She smiled, then finally let her voice soften to the tone she used only with Jag. “I know, Jag. I love you. It’s just that, not talking with Jacen for over a year, I…I don’t know. I guess I’m not used to the fact that he’s off on his own adventure yet.” “You know, I’m always here if you want something to talk at.” “I’d love too. I’m taking up your time, though. Nikarawn wanted to talk with you.” “I’m free for almost the entire second half of the day,” Jag said, standing. “How about we talk then?” She nodded and stood as well. “Fine.” Jag put his arm around her shoulders. “I’ll be as quick as I can. How about you get the droid to make dinner while I’m talking with Nikarawn.” “Fine,” She answered. The door hissed open as Jaina and her husband stepped through. Jag withdrew his arm from her shoulders and let her step out of the office. Nikarawn stood as they left the office. “See you later, Jaina,” Jag said as Jaina headed for the turbolift. “Sure,” She answered. Jaina headed straight for the turbolift as Jag let Nikarawn into his office. She turned as the turbolift doors opened to give Jag a smile. Instead, she saw someone standing between her and Jag. “Who are you?” She heard Jag demand. “And how did you get in here?” “Both questions will be irrelevant in a few seconds,” The man replied, then said over his shoulder: “And don’t even think about moving, Miss Solo, I know exactly where you are.” “That’s Mrs Fel to you,” Jaina growled, stealthily taking her lightsaber pommel into her hand as the four guards from down the corridor came forward, blaster rifles levelled and fingers on the triggers. The man was facing Jag, but Jaina could still pick out some of his details. He had jet-black hair, and he was wearing a long, black overcoat that stretched down to just above his ankles, and underneath that she could see a pair of black boots. His arms hung loose by his sides, right hand clutching a lightsaber handle. “A lightsaber?” She asked in surprise. “You’re a Jedi?” “Yes,” He replied. “And no." "I said who are you?” Jag said again, even more threatening this time. “Answer him,” Jaina heard Nikarawn growl, and then noticed him standing just outside Jag’s office, blaster in hand. “Very well,” The intruder answered, still sounding calm and collected. “My name is Shadow. Not that you’ll be able to care in a few moments.” Suddenly, he turned completely black and dropped into the floor. Jag and Nikarawn fired repeatedly at him, but hit nothing, as did the guards. Jaina snapped her purple lightsaber to life and stepped forward, assuming a defensive stance. Shadow reappeared half a second later, this time behind the guards. They all turned to fire at him, but he moved with almost inhuman speed. Jedi speed. In one swift motion, he killed two of the guards and sent a third staggering backward, clutching his arm. As he finished his one-handed swing, his other arm flashed out and a small object raced from his hand and into the last guard’s neck, who fell back, clutching at the wound. Jag and Nikarawn fired, but their shots were sent harmlessly off the black-bladed lightsaber and into the wall. Jaina charged forward and attacked. The purple and black lightsabers clashed repeatedly as Jaina drove Shadow back across the hallway. She was a fighter pilot, though, not a warrior, and soon she stuffed up and Shadow landed a neat cut across her thigh. She yelped in pain and nearly dropped to the floor, but before she could recover Shadow spun behind her and slammed his lightsaber handle between her shoulder blades, dropping her to her knees. The next thing she heard was the humming of Shadow’s lightsaber beside her neck. “Jaina!” Jag yelled. “If you move, Fel, your wife dies,” Shadow snarled. “If you hurt her…” “You’ll what?” Shadow replied menacingly. “Now, drop the blasters.” Jaina glanced over her shoulder, and saw Jag with his blaster levelled at Shadow’s head. Nikarawn was standing beside him, blaster similarly aimed. “Now,” Shadow ordered. Suddenly a repeating blaster opened up. Shadow removed his lightsaber from Jaina’s neck and put it in place to deflect the bolts from the wounded guard, and then from Jag and Nikarawn. Jaina spun and swung at him, locking sabers with him. In that second that their sabers were locked, everyone fired at him. He turned into the black ghost again, and dropped into the floor. Jaina sensed him jumping up behind her. She spun around again, slashing wildly at him. She heard a loud scream as she did so. Shadow finished ghosting out of the floor and staggered backward, clutching his side, and dropped to one knee on the floor. Jaina got to her feet and instantly felt Jag grab her with his free arm. His blaster arm he aimed at Shadow. Jaina deactivated her lightsaber and let Jag and Nikarawn take him. The wounded guard clambered to his feet, aiming his blaster rifle one-handed. “Surrender,” Jag snarled in his most threatening voice. Shadow shook his head. “I’m not out of options yet.” With that, he ghosted into the floor before Jag and others had time to fire. Jaina sighed in relief, and let Jag enfold her in his arms. “You alright?” He asked. “I’m fine,” She answered as he let her go, then winced when she tried to put her weight on her wounded leg. “Then again.” Nikarawn stepped up to Jag. “I think our discussion can wait now.” “Are you going to blame this on the Jedi?” Jag asked. “Maybe,” He answered. “Jaina did save my life, and for that, I am indeed grateful, but there is no denying that was a Jedi that just tried to kill me. And you, Commander.” “Do you think a Jedi could do that?” Jaina demanded, pointing at the spot were Shadow was. “So he’s learnt a new trick,” Nikarawn retorted, then sighed. “But I will bring the matter before the council before I go blaming anyone. Thank you again, Master Jedi. As much as it pains me to say it, I owe you my life.” He looked at the wounded guard, and added to him: “We better get you to a medic.” Jaina nodded as Nikarawn helped the guard out. Other guards were already arriving and securing the area and checking their comrades. Jaina could tell that the three fallen guards were all dead before anyone had even arrived, though. Jag helped his wife back into the office and let her take his seat behind the desk while he grabbed the medipack from underneath it. He took out a bacta patch, tore the area of clothing around Jaina’s wound, and then applied the patch to the blood-seeping wound. “That better?” “Much,” Jaina replied. “So?” “So what?” “What do you think happened out there?” “Whoever that was, he was after you or Nikarawn,” She said, rubbing her very sore leg and coming away with blood on her fingers. “Great,” She sighed, then got back onto subject. “More likely Nikarawn.” “Do you know how he pulled that ghosting trick?” Jag asked as he pulled one of the chairs around the desk and sat in front of his wife. “No idea,” She answered, then added: “Luke will want to know about this.” “As will Thomas.” “Yeah,” She looked up at him as he took her hands in his again. “Are you alright?” “You scared me for a bit back there,” Jag answered, clutching her hands. “Aren’t you Jedi supposed to be able to handle situations like that?” “I’m a fighter pilot, not a fighter,” She replied. “He was good. I think even Luke would have had trouble handling him. His posturing was a bit pointless, though. He could’ve handled all of us easily. Why didn’t he just kill me and then kill all of you?” “How do you know he could’ve handled us?” Jag asked. “I just do, Jag,” Jaina replied, slightly irritated. “You’d think you’d be used to Jedi hunches like that by now.” “I wasn’t saying that I don’t think you’re right,” Jag sighed. “I think he could’ve have killed all of us before the guards had a chance to respond. If he was smart he would’ve taken you by surprise, killed me and Nikarawn, and then disappeared before the guards could even respond. What I was asking is how you know that. Same reason, or the Force?” “Both.” “Ah. We’re definitely right then.” “Of course. You do realise that we’re going to be very busy for the next few hours, of course,” Jaina said. “You’re going to have to report to the council and I’m going to have to talk with Luke, Thomas, Mom, Dad. Mara. Ben. Jacen, if I can find him.” “He’ll sense you’re in trouble,” Jag reassured her. “If he doesn’t contact you now, I’ll help you track him down.” “Dinner is off, then.” “Drawbacks of a marriage between a Jedi and an officer.” “I should’ve married another Jedi.” Jag smiled, leaned forward, and hugged her. “Well, I signed on for this when I asked you to marry me, didn’t I?” He released her and leaned back. “Save dinner for tomorrow night then.” “Or next week.” “Whatever,” Jag reached for the holo-emitter on the desk. “Do you want to contact Luke now or what?” “I’ll do it now,” Jaina answered. “You better get to the council.” “This is going to be messy,” Jag said as he stood. “Tell me about it.” ------------------------------------------ That's Chapter 4 done. Enjoy while I work on Chapter 5. Thanks for reading! -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/13/05 5:05am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	This is probably a stupid question, but is there a way to change the topic title? (say to announce a new Chapter being posted like some other writers have been doing?) Thanks. -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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ZebulaNebula Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/13/05 11:15am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	Just edit the top bar of the first post. That took me a while, myself. Keep up the good work. I like this. Way cool villian. Shadow is aptly named, and kickass. -----signature----- I Jedi mind-trick pushy salespeople ... "You do not want to sell me jewelry/beauy products/shades/whatever." They can take our lives, but they will never take our FREEDOM! Feeling down? Have a mint.
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, NSWFF, and Icons Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 3/13/05 3:54pm Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	That was wonderful!!! You write action very well. You should probably cut down on posting size and space it out a little; two huge posts in a row was a lot to get through. -----signature----- I agree with RJ Officially Idri's Muse
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Draconarius Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 3/14/05 2:18am Subject: RE: Future Incursion - Post NJO (Tahiri, Valin, OCs, J/J)
	ZebulaNebula: Just edit the top bar of the first post. That took me a while, myself. Thanks for the tip. Keep up the good work. I like this. Way cool villian. Shadow is aptly named, and kickass. Thank you. I haven't gotten him into a major fight yet. I'll have to do that sometime in the book (that will be fun). NYCitygurl: That was wonderful!!! You write action very well. You should probably cut down on posting size and space it out a little; two huge posts in a row was a lot to get through. Sorry about that. I'll try and space them out a bit more from now on. Thanks for sticking with it. That was nowhere near the longest post I've ever seen, though, surprisingly. Thanks for reading! -----signature----- Anakin/Tahiri and Jaina/Jag - two best couples in Star Wars "Damned if I'm gonna lose to you!" "Then damned you shall be!" - my brother and I playing Smash Bros.
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