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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/23/03 6:39pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/23/03 - CH 11 Added!]
	Interesting how Kun can keep his anger under control, but then it would be necessary even for a Sith to do so, I guess. mutters I wish I could turn it on and off... -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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lordmaul13 Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 4/23/03 8:04pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/23/03 - CH 11 Added!]
	You're posting waaaay too fast for me to keep up! I like it that way. Plenty of new material to keep my entertained. This is a very good story. Not another one. Veers groaned gloomily. Don't worry Max, you'll get to know all about Sith Lords over the next couple years. “I hear Yavin IV can be a very unpleasant place to live on your own.” Great line! I loved that one. Kun, it seems, has learned patience and anger management over the years. And how to let the jungle do his work for him. lordmaul13 -----signature----- tatooinewizard's partner in crime I can dream now, Joey. Oh, you wouldn't believe what I can dream of now. Hellraiser III Better Days Than These http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27626554&brd=10475&start=27629823
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/25/03 1:58pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/23/03 - CH 11 Added!]
	Chapter XII - Rescued At Last? Maximilian Veers covered his mouth by habit as he coughed. He sat in front of a small fire beneath a huge tree, his canteen hanging above the flames by some low hanging branches and emitting silvery steam from its opening. He had chastised his-self several times in the past two hours for his stupidity and neglect in boiling the river water. “I deserved this.” He muttered in a low voice, staring at the flickering flames. He felt slightly better since he began boiling the water. The dizzy spells had subsided for the moment and he was able to walk again but he noticed whenever he spun around too fast, the world would spin and topple him off balance. He still had the muscle aches, tightness of the chest and the coughing fits, but he was glad that so far no new symptoms of whatever bacteria he consumed were showing up. But that didn’t mean more would come in the near future. Veers didn’t have a medical kit with the proper medication to cure him of his illness. All he knew he could do was wait it out and hopefully find a familiar herb in the jungle that would help. So far it hadn’t passed and he hadn’t found anything to help him. What was worse was he came close twice to calling Exar Kun for help. But his own pride and stubbornness kept him from having to owe that dark entity any debts or having to actually accept his offer of apprenticeship. The Colonel pulled his stolen jacket around his torso tighter as the daylight of his second day began to fade away. He poked at the embers of the fire, trying to keep them glowing red-hot and bring warmth to his exposed form. When he felt that the water in the canteen boiled long enough he took it down and capped it. It would be an hour before the water was cold enough to drink. “Humph, I have no where to go so I’m in no hurry.” He laughed hoarsely as he realized he was talking to his-self. At least it’s better than not talking. He thought, his makeshift fire poker absently drawing into the earth at his feet. He wished he had someone to talk to besides the Dark Lord and the jungle around him. Like his late-wife. Veers sighed miserably as the memories of his wife came back at him in a rush. He missed her deeply and wished he had been there when whatever supernatural entity existed had taken her away from him. He was a Major at the time currently busy in quelling an uprising on some backwater world he wished to forget, when the call had come in from Corulag. The memories were so vivid that Veers temper flared in a brief burst of anger. He tossed the fire poker into the flames and watched as the life-less blazes’ dance crescendos temporarily before settling down at a soothing flicker. It was another reason why he disliked the Rebellion and wanted to smash their forces in each encounter with them. They had denied him of visiting his wife in her last dying days, because they wanted to stir up trouble in the Outer Rim and forcing him to stay behind to stop them. His life had never been the same after his wife’s death, even his relationship with his son, Zevulon, was walked on a thin wire. No matter what he tried to do, his son kept creeping further and further away from him. “I wish you were here.” He said out loud, mournfully. To get rid of the aches Veers stood from his spot next to the campfire and stretched, listening to the pops and crunches as bone and muscle were pulled and twisted. Uncontrollably a yawn escaped his lips, although it was twilight he was becoming dreadfully tired. He knew this to be the result of the illness he had foolishly infected himself with by drinking contaminated water. But there was nothing he could do about it so he had stopped complaining, for the moment anyway. He grabbed another long stick and poked at the flames before resettling himself on the ground. He would stay up for a couple more hours before letting the sandman snatch him away for the night. There wasn’t much to do except think and stare at the fire. Involuntarily he found himself staring up at the sky in hopes of spotting the Death Star or perhaps an orbiting Imperial Star Destroyer. But all he saw were the twinkling stars and the crescent of the gas giant Yavin and the occasional after-thrust of a departing rebel ship. Exar Kun was right about the rebels’ hastiness in leaving the moon. Ever since Kun had abandoned him hours ago, Veers had noticed the activity in the sky had increased somewhat. But it wasn’t quite heavy yet like it would be in a few days. Veers was also slightly thankful that the rebels were lifting off often, the departing ships had suddenly become from something he loathed to something he looked forward to seeing and hearing. The ships had become the equivalent of a North Star for him. He knew that, as so long as the rebels had ships that needed to depart he wouldn’t get lost on his way to the temples, which was the location of the hidden rebel base. As to what he would do once he arrived and the rebels were still there, he hadn’t quite gotten that far in his plans to escape the planet. He supposed he could try and steal a ship and pray that his people wouldn’t blast it out of the sky, that is if he survived the rebels’ attempts first. Veers knew he was no pilot, he could fly vessels but when it came to dogfighting he usually left that to the actual starfighter pilots. “I’ll have a plan...I always have a plan.’ He told himself more to reassure than actual confidence. “And if I don’t have one...well, I could always do what Rorishan Dorf did in Raiders’ Crusade of Doom.” Veers laughed at the idea of him sneaking up to a young rebel and knocking the daylights out of him. Then stealing his uniform that doesn’t fit properly only to have another rebel officer approach and demand why he was out of uniform and a mess. And once he had enough of the obnoxious officer he’d end up punching him in the jaw just to shut him up. “Though its not that bad of an idea.” Veers considered and rubbed at the two-day-old stubble on his chin. He laughed at the thought of him using battle tactics from holofilms. “Colonel Veers, the Imperial commander of holofilm tactics!” “Colonel!” Veers jumped at the sudden sound of a voice calling his rank. In doing so he knocked over a burning log that sent smaller pieces of ember beyond the fire ring. Quickly Veers stamped out the fugitive embers and dowsed the campfire with the water from his canteen, smoke and steam rising up into the night sky and past the jungle canopy above. The Imperial hurriedly moved away from the campsite and unholstered his blaster pistol. Cautiously and carefully he pressed himself up against a tree and peered around to view the campsite. He had a very good view of the fire ring and where he had sat moments ago. Insects sang and avians and critters chattered, the voice had not upset the song of life in the jungle but it made Veers strain to listen for footsteps of humanoids approaching. He couldn’t make out anything that indicated a party was approaching. He did though hear occasionally the rustling of foliage and immediately assumed it to be some animal or predator near by. Though it still didn’t stop him from glancing in the direction of the disturbance to make sure. “Colonel Maximilian Veers!” A second voice called, this one sounded mechanical like the owner was wearing a breather or speaking through a comlink. It kind of reminded him how stormtroopers sounded when they spoke through their internal comlinks embedded inside their helmets. Could the rebels actually be smart enough to devise up such a plan to capture me? He worried and shifted his position to glance on the other side of the tree trunk, his blaster held tightly before his chest. “Colonel Veers!” A third voice called and the stranded officer decided that there was no way the rebels could have learned who he was in his brief encounter with them, much less his rank. Slowly and cautiously he stepped around the tree and called out in reply, “Who goes there!” Silence followed his reply and Veers began to worry whether he had made the right choice. What if the rebels’ had somehow found out who I was? What if the passenger manifest of the Imperial shuttle had survived the crash and they decoded and read it? Veers shook his head in disagreement. Even if they had found the manifest there was no way they could have identified the lone survivor as Colonel Maximilian Veers. “It has to be an Imperial search party.” Veers concluded softly to himself. “Imperial Search & Rescue Team Chimera!” Came the reply in a mechanical voice that was now much closer than it was minutes earlier. “Where are you, sir?” “Over here!” He replied and seconds later a group of stormtroopers wearing the shoulder neck collar colors of Search & Rescue and a couple disgruntled officers that looked like they wished to be anywhere but here, stepped out of the forest and into the small camp site. Veers began to relax and re-holstered his blaster and stepped out into the camp. “By the Emperor, am I glad to see you guys.” Maximilian said cheerfully, pleased that he would be getting off this rock without having to finish his journey to the hidden rebel base or having to face Exar Kun again. “Uh...” Stammered the lead stormtrooper as Colonel Veers approached. The man shifted his blaster rifle in his hands and glanced back at one of the officers. Veers gaze flickered to the officer and blinked twice in surprise. “Pliskin?” He said in disbelief. The officer did resemble Lieutenant Andrew Pliskin a lot but there was no way it could be the dead officer he had buried yesterday by the river. Yet, the young man stood before him now with the rank insignia of a Major. “Huh?” Major Pliskin said as soon as he realized that Colonel Veers was talking to him. “You alright, buddy?” Veers noted the lack of ‘sir’ at the end of the question. Something in the back of Veers mind told him that there was something wrong with the picture but he couldn’t quite figure it out yet. “It looks like he may have a concussion, sir.” Said the other officer who was pointing at Veers. The Colonel’s hand felt around the makeshift bandages and furrowed his eyebrows between his eyes in confusion. “It don’t matter. Jaxon, stun him.” Pliskin ordered. “What the...?” Veers stared at the group of Imperials slack jawed and when he noticed the rifle of the lead trooper and the pistols of the two officers rise he began to back away rapidly and grab for his own blaster. It snagged. Colonel Veers glanced down at his blaster and noticed that the barrel sight had caught onto the holster. He yanked at the weapon desperately as he continued to back away. He glanced up to check on the progress of the Imperials and lost his footing as the back of one foot rammed into a small fallen tree trunk. He fell over backwards a stun bolt whizzing past him, his blaster finally coming free as he landed on his back. He crawled away backwards from the group and protested. “What’s going on? What do you think you’re doing!” He said angrily. “I’m a friendly you idiots!” He raised his blaster pistol and fired at one of the stormtroopers. The sizzling ruby bolt went through the trooper and burned a hole in a distant tree. The stormtrooper himself suddenly began to shimmer and fade away as if he was never there before. The other stormtroopers but one also began to disappear. The remaining trooper himself melted away to reveal a female in a tan uniform welding an Imperial issued blaster rifle. Veers glanced at the two officers and their attire had changed from the crisp olive and black uniforms of the Empire to blue, black and white clothing of Alderaanian uniforms. He stared in disbelief and horror as he inched his way away from the three humans. “Rebels.” He whispered and blacked out as a cerulean energy bolt filled his vision. To Be Continued... -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/25/03 3:10pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/25/03 - CH 12 Added!]
	Oops. I can't remember if that was due to his fever or if Kun was playing games with him or WHAT it was... oh well, now you'll have to post more. Oh, and Cmdr, I like your sig. -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/26/03 12:21am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/25/03 - CH 12 Added!]
	Two posts! That must mean ... I'm late again. Sorry. Good description of Veers' illness. Can Kun really take it away, or is he lying in order to lure Veers to join him? I liked the way Veers was thinking Don't drink the water but if you don't drink anything, how can you survive? At least Veers found a way to make a fire and to boil his remaining water. Good flashback to his wife, and good motivation for him to hate the Rebels. I liked the mention of his son, too. Didn't Zevulon eventually go over to the Rebels? Loved the mention of the Raiders' Crusade of Doom! It sounded suspiciously like that segment of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Fascinating part here, with Veers trying to figure out if the Rebels knew his name or not, and then having the Imperial Search and Rescue team come up. Chimera! Good name, especially when one of them began to resemble Pliskin. Now, did the Rebels really get him, or is he hallucinating the entire thing? -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/26/03 8:59am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/25/03 - CH 12 Added!]
	Oh, yeah! [face_duh] I barely noticed the name Chimaera, which is a very good name... -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/26/03 12:02pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/25/03 - CH 12 Added!]
	Jane Jinn said I liked the way Veers was thinking Don't drink the water but if you don't drink anything, how can you survive? Eat cactus or juicey fruit! Didn't Zevulon eventually go over to the Rebels? Yes. He joins the rebellion a few months after the Battle of Hoth around age 18. The Empire told Veers that Zev was MIA on a COMPNOR mission but the General knew the real truth that his son had defected. The boy's defection hurt him so much that all he cared about now was the military. Loved the mention of the Raiders' Crusade of Doom! It sounded suspiciously like that segment of Raiders of the Lost Ark. The exact scene. I don't know if you missed it or not but Rorishan Dorf is Harrison Ford scrambled up. Now, did the Rebels really get him, or is he hallucinating the entire thing? Only one way to find out. neila_nuruodo said I barely noticed the name Chimaera, which is a very good name... Its Chimera which means "fantastic product of the imagination" and it also can mean the definition of Chimaera but I was going for the other meaning. Chimaera is a three headed monster and also the name of Thrawn's flagship. -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/27/03 11:48am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/25/03 - CH 12 Added!]
	Chapter XIII - In Rebel Hands “In trouble are we?” Exar Kun’s voice broke through the void in his mind. There was nothing. Nor was there an up or down, left or right. A person could easily contract vertigo where he was. Wherever here is. Maximilian Veers thought as his mind drifted in the vastness of nothingness. He could sense that he was somewhere but he could not see or hear where here was. Nor could he feel his own body. It was a strange feeling to experience when you’re semi-unconscious. “This is your fault.” Veers answered nastily. “You are the one who created that illusion, tricking me into believing I was rescued by my own people!” “This is as much as your fault as it is my own.” Kun replied in a casual tone. If he was still angry about Veers refusing to become his apprentice, he certainly did not allow it to show in his voice as he talked. “All you had to do was accept my offer and become my apprentice. Is it too much for a man to have an apprentice one last time?” “You want me for more reasons than just to be your kriffing apprentice!” Veers snapped. “Perhaps I do have other intentions for wanting you.” Kun partially admitted, never rising to the flaring temper of the stunned Imperial. “All masters have intentions for their apprentices. Does not a blacksmith wish for his apprentice to surpass him and carry on the tradition? Does not a soldier such as yourself wish for a son to follow in his footsteps?” “Your plans for me are different than following the path of one’s elders!” “No different.” Kun replied. “I want to train you in the ways of the Force and show you the Sith teachings. I am already dead, what could I possibly do with you other than pass on my knowledge and continue my legacy as the last Dark Lord of the Sith?” “Obviously you can do something if you can trick me.” Veers said. “Minor things compared to what I could do when I was alive. But should I leave this planet, I will walk into oblivion.” The entity said in an almost mournful and angry tone. “The Jedi feared me long ago. The Jedi, if any are left today, could fear the apprentice of Exar Kun!” “The last Jedi died a week ago.” Veers stated. “Lord Darth Vader had killed him. I believe the Jedi feared him and his Master more than they would ever fear you or any apprentice of yours. Besides...if I wanted to be feared, I’ll get it through my military career in the Armed Forces.” Veers felt the anger of the Sith simmer and intensify as he told the ghost that he was practically nothing compared to the current existing Sith Lords. Moments what felt like years passed as Veers waited for the Dark Lord’s outburst or reply. But none came and Veers wondered what trickery Exar Kun would do against him the next. He hoped he wouldn’t be on the planet for much longer to find out. “He has a fever.” A female’s voice nearly yelled, or at least it seemed that she was yelling since his head throbbed in pain, to someone beyond Veers’ senses. “It might explain why he so foolishly walked right up to us.” No, that Sithspawn named Exar Kun is the reason. Veers wanted to tell her but he knew that she would never understand nor believe that their was a Sith ghost floating around on the moon. “Who cares?” A young male’s voice replied. “I say we kill him.” “No.” A third familiar voice snapped. It was the same voice that had belonged to the facsimile Lieutenant Pliskin, Veers remembered. “He’s more valuable to us alive than dead.” “A good Imperial is a dead Imperial.” Malice dripped off the voice of the young male. “He destroyed my homeworld, remember!” “How do you know he was the one who pulled the trigger?” The female countered. “He’s an Imperial!” The young male replied irrationally. “And a Colonel to boot.” The fake Pliskin added then continued. “And therefore he may have useful information which we can use to bring the Empire and its Emperor to its knees.” “He’ll pay for his crimes later, but not right now Jaxon.” The female said. “Right now, he has a fever and we need to get back to the shuttle.” “Fine.” Jaxon replied, irritably and Veers could hear the rebel walk away. He chose that time to groan in misery and shift his body as feeling began to return to him. His hands and arms felt like he had two tons of weight on top and it took a moment to realize he was the one that was on top of them. Sometime after he had fallen unconscious from the stun bolt the rebels must have bound his hands behind his back. “He’s waking up.” The female exclaimed to the others. Veers groaned again and tried to sit up but a pair of hands forced him back down. He opened his cerulean eyes to gaze up into the face of a mildly handsome female. She had dark hair with blonde highlights that helped her amber eyes stand out more. Her face was soft but Veers could see war hardened lines around her eyes and mouth. This woman has seen a lot. He concluded and then said out loud. “Where am I?” “We’re still at your campsite.” She replied. There was no trace of malice or anger in her voice as she spoke to him. But her eyes spoke otherwise. They shined with coldness that told Veers she wanted him dead as much as the rebel named Jaxon did. Veers sat up abruptly and tried to move away from the woman. The realization that he was in danger finally had seeped into his addled brain despite the fact that he knew who these people were. The female grabbed Veers by the shoulder and placed the barrel of her blaster rifle underneath his jaw. “Don’t give me a reason to grant Jaxon’s wish.” She warned him. “You are now a prisoner of the Rebel Alliance, if you refuse to cooperate your life will be terminated without a moments hesitation. Should you cooperate with us, you will live longer and perhaps a fruitful life on some backwater world.” “Then shoot me.” Veers growled between gritted teeth. He could see the young rebel named Jaxon smile deviously as he pulled his blaster out to grant the Imperial's request. “Put that away!” Snapped the third member of the rebel party. He was much older than the two that accompanied him. He had gray streaks already stretching through his dirty blonde hair. His mustache was peppered with white and was thick. The rebel wore the usual colors and style of Alliance troopers; the only thing he lacked was the white helmet and a force pike. Jaxon shifted gazes between the old rebel and the prisoner. He also wore similar garbs like the old man except he had a set of blood-stripes down the sides of his pant legs. He had a boyish face that easily said he was from Alderaanian upper-class descent that was topped with a mop of red-brown hair cut short to a crewcut and gray eyes that spoke of intelligence despite his current irrational behavior. After a moments thought the rebel re-holstered the blaster, most likely believing that defying the old man’s order wasn’t worth satisfying his thirst for revenge. “I am going to put in a request to be his executioner when it comes to killing him.” He finally said, settling with the idea that he would be able to still get revenge against another Imperial assigned to the late-Death Star. Veers sighed in relief against his will. He was semi-glad that he would get to live a little longer and perhaps to take advantage of a future opportunity to escape from his captors. It also meant he would be susceptible to interrogation should they make it back to the base. Inwardly he cringed at the very idea. The old man approached Veers and the female rebel. “How is he, Lana?” He asked her, ignoring Veers for the moment. “His head is fine and nothing which a Two-One Bee can’t stitch up when we get back to the base.” Lana answered, then returned her gaze to the Colonel and pointed at his side. “He might have a couple fractured ribs or just severely bruised, I couldn’t really tell with him unconscious and I am no medical doctor myself.” “You said he has a fever, from what?” “I don’t...” Lana began but was interrupted by Colonel Veers. “Whatever is in the river water here.” He answered for the rebel, coughing a couple times. The old rebel’s eyes cast down to glance at Colonel Veers inquisitively. Maximilian Veers could have sworn he saw ill will flicker in his gray eyes when he had interrupted the rebel female. Veers hoped that wasn’t the case, he was already in a bad enough shape that he did not need to be abused on the way to their base. Much to the survivor’s relief, the old man reclined from punishing the Imperial for talking out of line. Instead he resumed talking to Lana, “Make sure he can not go anywhere we will be setting up camp here for the rest of the night before we head back to the shuttle.” “Yes, Sid.” Lana acknowledge. She stood and towered over Colonel Veers who tried to resist the urge to look up. “Come on.” She commanded and when Veers did not stand she yanked him to his feet with a strength that she should not have had. Grabbing his restrained arm, she directed him over to one of the trees nearest to the small fire the rebels had re-lit. Veers remained silent and obeyed his captor’s commands to sit at the base of the thin tree. There was no point in trying to escape them now, not while he was cuffed and an eager young Alderaanian wanted him dead. Plus, he couldn’t survive on his own restrained and would only be slowed down. He winced visibly when the female un-cuffed him and pulled his arms further back and around so that his wrists were extended far enough on the other side of the trunk to be re-cuffed. “That hurts.” He said between gritted teeth. “Good.” She came around to crouch in front of him and pulled up his olive shirt, ignoring his protests. Gently she pressed her fingers against the tender flesh of his blue and black ribs. He grunted when she pressed too hard and she eased the pressure of her probe. He could see her intently studying his injury and wondered why she was trying to show that she hated him and yet make sure he wouldn’t drop dead on them. Her fingertips brushed across the large bruises along his side, he squirmed as she passed a ticklish spot that miraculously survived the battering which his side had sustained during the flight from the Death Star and later the X-wings. Her attention moved away from his side to the bandaged gash on his skull. Obviously satisfied with the condition of his injuries, she stood on her feet and stared down at the Colonel. “You know, you are not that bad looking.” She whispered and leaned forward and stretched out a hand. Her fingers stroked the side of his face and across his lips. The last time he had ever felt the touch of a woman were several years ago when he was still a married man instead of a widowed husband. He still remembered his wife as if it were yesterday when he last saw her, wrapped in his arms and the bedsheets inside their Corulag estate master bedroom. They had spent the night in each other’s warm embrace, taking great pleasure in each other’s company and the love they created and shared together. He remembered gently brushing his fingers through her wavy hair, dirty blonde a few shades darker than his own—almost a light brown, and her sweet smile as she stared up back at him with her amber brown eyes. The way the corners of her mouth curled upward in a smile always found a way to crack a smile on his normally stony expressions. He had loved her and knew he would have died for her if given the chance. Then fate took her away from him when he was away on tour with the Armed Forces. Denying him the chance to sacrifice his life for hers. He had lost his faith in whatever supernatural beings existed when a disease that should have been easily eradicated by today’s medical sciences claimed her. Cancer. Of all things that could kill a person, cancer, a nearly eradicated disease, had taken her away from him and his young son. The doctors had said it was too late for her, that she had kept the symptoms of the disease hidden from everyone. By the time she had decided to see a doctor about the pains, the cancer was in its final stages and treatment could only make her hold onto the threads of life for a little while longer before she passed away. He had wanted to inflict his rage at the doctors that failed to save her. He had wanted to pursue death to run away from the grief that hammered into his heart but instead had chosen for the first few weeks to call Tannab fruitbeer and Corellian whiskey as friends. After he had gotten past the first stages of grief he had buried himself in the military and tried to raise his son, which proved to be quite difficult to do as a single-parent. He still grieved for his wife. He had found it difficult to let her go. He had tried to move on but something would always remind him of her. So he had vowed to her grave that he would never pursue another woman so long as he lived. That she would always be the one. The single woman who had won his heart and would always fill it. His only regret was that the words were easier said than done. “Too bad you are an Imperial, I might have liked to get to know you a little more.” With that, Lana straightened and turned away from him to join her two companions. Veers staring after her departing back, memories of his wife still swimming through his thoughts. He clamped his jaw tightly and tried to fight back the emotions that assaulted him, his cheek muscles rippling from the effort. Sorrow for the loss of his wife, anger at himself for not being there, hatred for the rebels, and an emptiness that once housed his soul mate all at once intertwined together. Veers closed his eyes and tried to make the memories go away, he did not want to appear weak in front of the rebels. He did not want to give them a reason to taunt him and pry information from him by using his emotions for his wife against him. Internally he cried, externally he was hard as a shell, a ripple in his cheek the only sign of the conflict of emotions warring inside him. Veers opened his blue eyes again. Lana was staring at him intently, Veers thought she saw what was happening with him. But she gave no further sign if she knew or not, she watched him for a moment longer before turning to answer something the young rebel had said. To Be Continued... -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/27/03 12:14pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/27/03 - CH 13 Added!] - Date Edited: 4/27/03 12:15pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jane Jinn
	The exact scene. I don't know if you missed it or not but Rorishan Dorf is Harrison Ford scrambled up. Nope, sorry, missed that completely. Well, Exar Kun is quite persistant, isn't he? I know he has something more in mind than just training an apprentice and continuing his Legacy. I liked the way Veers felt his anger as he compared him to Darth Vader. So the Rebels really did get him, and now that Exar Kun has retreated (for the moment) he can see them clearly. I liked the detail about his ticklish spot when Lana was checking his ribs. And the flashback to his wife, and how she died. Lana's interest in Veers is at odds with the cold expression in her eyes that says she wants him dead just as much as Jaxon does. I'll be eager to see how this develops. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/28/03 6:48am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/27/03 - CH 13 Added!]
	Chimaera is a three headed monster and also the name of Thrawn's flagship. Hence the mischievous face... Poor Veers, that's sweet how he misses his wife still... Great post. -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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Darth_Bog Registered: Dec '02	Date Posted: 4/28/03 7:42pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/27/03 - CH 13 Added!]
	so here i was looking forward to seeing some new chapters and instead they, um, look somewhat familiar to me. C'mon Veers, let's get moving!!! -----signature----- The Darth Vader Trial --- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11883726&page=1
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/29/03 5:39pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/27/03 - CH 13 Added!]
	Up! -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/29/03 9:57pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/27/03 - CH 13 Added!]
	Darth_Bog The new chapters will be up once I've gotten this thread caught up. -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/29/03 9:59pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/27/03 - CH 13 Added!]
	Chapter XIV – The Lecturer Lectures DAY THREE “Wake up stinking bantha feces.” Someone yelled into his ear and when he did not wake up fast enough, stars swirled across his vision as he desperately tried to suck in air after a booted foot found its way into his bruised side. Colonel Veers coughed and gasped, keeling over in pain, as far as the cuffs would allow, as he tried to regain the natural rhythm of his lungs. “Jenos! You idiot!” Chastised the woman and Veers heard a fist impact the face of the rebel, Jenos Jaxon. The two rebels started to argue until their leader had silenced them both with his booming and commanding voice. “Enough!” Said Sid Arrid, scowling at the two bickering rebels. “Lana, check to see if he will be alright.” Veers continued to gasp as Lana pushed him back to lean against the trunk of the tree. She checked his side which had darkened around the area which Jaxon’s boot had left an imprint. Veers by now had pretty much regained control of his own lungs, occasionally inhaling sharply when the pain became to great. “Idiot.” Lana muttered under her breath. “I think this time a couple ribs broke if not fractured.” “Is this--” Veers coughed and gritted his teeth as she probed his side for the third time since his capture, it was also difficult to talk when your side was on fire. “--how you treat prisoners?” Lana uncuffed him from the tree and tied his hands in the front. “Normally, no.” She replied unconsciously as she pulled out a medkit from a backpack and began applying a bandage around his ribs to stabilize any fractured or broken bones. Maximilian Veers stared at her in confusion as he held his arms up and out of Lana’s way. One moment she hated him for his loyalties to the Galactic Empire, the next she was talking to him as if he was a rebel separatist himself. Women...man’s greatest paradox of the human species. You can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. Nor can you try to understand them. “The Empire would not treat its prisoners this way.” Veers stated as if he believed it, which was the case and he should know from experience. He had to deal with prisoners before, both rebels and criminals. Not once did the Empire mistreat its prisoners and if a soldier had abused a prisoner without a legitimate reason that soldier was reprimanded later. All this he explained to her and she abruptly and purposely tightened the bandage so that he grunted and winced in pain. “What did I say?” “Tell that to my brother.” She spat at him. “Who was beaten and then shot into his own grave he was forced to dig while being ridiculed and beaten. And do you know what? The soldiers that committed this crime got away with it scot-free!” She stood and yanked Veers to his feet. “You can not judge the Empire based on the actions of a few!” He argued as Lana lead him over to the others. “All forms of government have corrupt individuals, it is unavoidable and inevitable.” “Then your government is completely corrupt for turning a blind eye at the men who devised and constructed the Death Star and allowed a defenseless and innocent world be destroyed.” Jenos Jaxon put in angrily. “Alderaan was a military target.” Veers said defensively then stepped back when Jaxon started to rush him but was stopped by the strong handgrip from Sid. The young rebel glowered maliciously at the old leader before turning away and marching in the direction that Veers had come from yesterday before he became their prisoner. “If I were you, Imperial, I would refrain from mentioning Alderaan.” Sid warned and then motioned for Lana to escort Veers after the fuming Jaxon. The rebels and their Imperial prisoner walked through the jungle forest of Yavin IV at a slow place, mainly to remain with Colonel Veers as his own pace gradually slowed forcing the entire group to slow down with him. Jenos Jaxon showed his displeasure at the speed that they walked by throwing curses into the air or back at the Imperial behind him. Every now and then he would turn around and try and bait Colonel Veers with retorts and insults. But Veers merely shrugged them off or returned with an equal or greater sardonic reply. Both Lana nor Sid stopped the two from their verbal duel, they found it amusing and it helped pass the time. Occasionally the two rebels had to get involved to prevent each other from going for the other's throat. “This is going to take forever.” Jaxon complained as Veers’ pace slowed to a casual walk. The Imperial prisoner was sweating profusely, his olive uniform shirt was mostly soaked from the pouring sweat and compared to the others he looked like he had recently walked through a downpour. “What is wrong with him?” “He’s ill, Jaxon.” Lana said, defending the Imperial involuntarily and too Maximilian Veers’ surprise. “I gave him a dose of the antibiotic from the medkit, but apparently it has no effect on whatever he contracted and if he has a virus, I have no vaccination to counter it.” She explained to the young Alderaanian. “And we’re keeping him around?” Jaxon said unhappily, scowling over his shoulder at Veers and from the front of the group. “What if we contract what he has?” “Then we contract it.” Sid answered. “Once we return to the base, a nice swim in the bacta tank and some needles poked into us and we’ll be fine. So quit your complaining.” “I’ll be happy to spread whatever disease I have to you.” Veers stated coldly in Jaxon’s direction. “If I’m lucky enough, you’ll die from it.” “If we’re lucky enough, you’ll die first.” Jaxon retorted, sneering before returning his attention to what was in front of him. “I am assuming he was never like this before Alderaan?” Veers quietly asked Lana who walked at his side and slightly behind him and occasionally prodded him with her blaster to urge him onward. It wasn’t as though he was going to do anything, anyway. Veers didn’t even believe he could run very far, what with the way his chest felt whenever he took a breath. The burning pain in his ribs was not helping his situation very much, either. He knew his situation was deteriorating with each passing day. Veers could tell just by the way the jungle suddenly felt cold one moment or searing hot the next that his body was injured and in shock. He was also sweating heavily even for the environment he was currently in. “I wouldn’t know.” Lana replied, trying to keep her emotions from seeping into her tone. Veers could tell she was angry either at him or something that the Empire had done. She continued, “He joined the Rebellion shortly after he heard of Alderaan’s destruction.” “I see,” Veers said, the answer to her present malice dawning on him at last. He was about to say something else regarding Alderaan, but refrained from commenting. He did not want the Rebels to react negatively toward him while he was at their mercy. “Would it be possible to rest for a moment?” Veers requested and stopped anyway, regardless of whether he had permission to do so or not. He knelt down to the leaf and dirt covered ground and carefully sat down, wincing only once as a jab of pain shot up his side. Lana glowered down at the Colonel but did nothing to stop him. Jaxon on the other hand looked once over his shoulder and demanded, “Why is he sitting? Drag him back to his feet, Lana!” “Jaxon, enough.” Sid interfered and took a seat on a dead log. “We have been walking for hours and it is time we take a break. My feet are killing me anyway.” “Fine,” the arrogant rebel sat as far away from Veers as possible; Lana sat across from him, her blaster and eyes watching his every move. “Is your brother’s death the reason you joined the rebels?” The Colonel questioned curiously. He wanted to know the real reasons why this woman was running around the galaxy with a bunch of traitors and criminals. Upon first glance she did not look like the type to commit treason or kill innocents. She did not even look like a soldier! She looked more like she belonged on some backwater world farming, or at least that’s what the impression Veers got. “No.” She answered after hesitating for a minute, thinking about whether she should tell an Imperial her reasons. “Why?” He asked. “Because the Empire is evil.” She replied and sounded like she believed it completely. “What has the Empire, as a government,” he added quickly before Jaxon could say anything, “done to be considered evil?” “I guess the stories are true. The Empire’s officers are indeed ignorant of what goes on.” Lana said. Veers looked at her perplexed. “What are you talking about?” He asked quietly. “The evils of the Empire!” she began, “the slavery, the prejudice, the oppression of freedom and rights.” Veers incredulous laughter cut off her explanation. A coughing fit finally silenced him. “What slavery? The only forced labor the Empire uses are creatures classed as non-sentient by xenologists, and, of course, or the criminal class as part of their punishment,” Veers countered, expressing skepticism. “Prejudice? This is inherent in nearly every species: Humans, Bothans, Falleen, and so on. And don’t give me that look. When was the last time you looked upon a non-Human and did not in some way or to some degree think to yourself, disgusting?” “I...” Lana cut off, unsure how to answer the Imperial properly. Veers did have a point about the issue, however. Her face scrunched up in concentration as she tried to think of a counter or change the subject, and after a moment she spoke again. “It is indeed normal for a species to have bigots amongst their numbers, but it is abnormal when the entire race is prejudiced toward every other species aside from non-mainline Humans, or for a government to encourage its people to be prejudiced toward all others.” “That is incorrect.” Veers argued. “The Yevetha are prejudiced toward everyone who is not a Yevethan. It is part of their culture dating back thousands of years. Will you call them evil for something that is natural for them? Besides, the majority of the Empire is certainly not racist. There perhaps are some officers and stormtroopers who were reared and educated to be prejudiced toward other beings, but again that is normal for any race.” “Your Emperor is prejudiced.” Jaxon insisted. “What proof do you have?” Veers asked, glancing in the rebel’s direction. “He’s decreed that only Humans can serve in the Empire.” Jaxon provided. “Again that is incorrect. Non-mainline Humans...aliens, if you will, do serve in the Empire, both within the military and government.” Veers said. “Then how come we never see any aliens in the military?” Lana asked him. “Can you fit a Wookiee into a standard stormtrooper’s armor?” he retorted, rendering the Rebels silent. “Or how about this instead: can you ensure that a Trandoshan Ensign, for example, will follow the orders of a Wookiee captain without allowing his own prejudice toward the Wookiee race get in the way? You well know there exists old animosities between the two.” “No.” Lana quietly acknowledged, looking away. “A single race military ensures order and swiftness.” Veers continued. “Very little conflicting and chaotic factors are encountered. Humans are also the most numerous species in the Galaxy, and therefore, they will always be the majority everywhere except on the homeworlds of other species. Besides, the majority of the Galactic Military has always consisted of Humans. This dates back thousands of years into the Galactic Republic. A government that was corrupt and dying...” “This is ridiculous.” Jaxon exclaimed and stood abruptly. “If you want hard proof that the Empire is evil, look what they did to my homeworld!” “The Alderaans suffered that fate by allowing one misguided person to hole their fate in her hands. Your princess condemned the entire planet to death by refusing to reveal the location of an insurgent rebel base. She chose the lives of a few thousand criminals and outlaws, over millions and a planet. If anyone has shown a capacity for abuse and evilness, it is she.” “Princess Leia is not evil!” Jaxon shouted at the restrained Imperial, taking several steps toward him and un-holstering his pistol. Colonel Veers attempted to scramble to his feet, but Lana’s and Sid’s blasters changed his mind for him. “She is not the one who built the Death Star and she is not the one who pushed the button that destroyed my world. She is not the one who gave the command for Alderaan to be destroyed.” “She chose to destroy a facility which had civilian workers, and which was designed to defend this galaxy. She is as much responsible for the consequences as the Grand Moff was for making such a threat, and then following through with the command or the Lieutenant who was stationed at the firing control.” “Enough!” Sid Arrid shouted and pointed his blaster at Jaxon warningly. “There will be no fighting amongst ourselves.” To Be Continued... -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/30/03 1:49pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/30/03 - CH 14 Added!]
	An interesting look at the Imperial point of view. Veers' arguments are almost convincing, until I think back to Tarkin's statement that "Fear will keep the local systems in line, fear of this battle station." And fear is no way to rule. I also have to disagree with his statement that Alderaan was a military target. I thought it was a defenceless world with no weapons at all? That doesn't sound very military to me. I also liked the way that Veers told Lana that she couldn't judge the entire Empire by the actions of a few corrupt individuals. I hope he's learning not to judge the Rebels that way, too. Lana is an interesting character, treating Veers like an Imperial one moment, and like a fellow Rebel the next. I also liked the look into Jaxon's background and how Alderaan's fate has affected him. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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