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JW-Titus Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 8/18/05 8:02pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 1st!!!!! - Date Edited: 8/18/05 8:04pm (1 edits total) Edited By: JW-Titus
	Once again thank you all for your continued support and patience! I appreciate it! Chapter Eight, Part Two The winding stair was longer than Logan had thought it would be. Lighted by torches along the walls, down and down it spiraled as if reaching for the very heart of the planet. A low moan emanated from the dimness ahead and a cold breeze from below brushed his face. The walls were damp and trickling with water. But the cool, wet air was nothing compared to the chilling aura the building gave off in the Force. The sensation was much stronger than Logan had ever felt it in those haunting dreams of his. More potent. Though the unnatural feel of it turned his stomach he could not deny a strange allure to it, a desire to tap into its power. Yet he knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t know exactly what the sensation was or what was causing it, but he knew it was of darkness. He did not wish to go there—even though he felt compelled to. After several long minutes of winding with no change the stair began to widen. He had no idea how far underground he had traveled, but it felt like a long ways. Half a kilometer, perhaps. Maybe more. Strange beasts of stone, forever snarling and clawing at all that walked by, flanked the stairs every handful of meters. The sculpted monsters were kept at bay by thick chains clasped in the hands of robed, low-hooded statues standing in the curved recesses set into the walls. He couldn’t help but feel that these beastmasters were staring at him from within those dark hoods. His steps became careful, slow, lest he disturb them and incur their wrath. He came to an abrupt halt. He could have sworn he’d heard something from down below. It had been faint, just a wafted glimpse on the cold, damp air, but he was certain he’d heard it. His heart pounded in his ears and his hand shot to the golden hilt dangling from his belt. The smothering darkness emanating from the building served to heighten his apprehensions, amplify his fears. For this reason he began to doubt if he’d really heard anything at all. Several seconds had gone by and he’d heard nothing more. Ears perked, searching the Force for any signs of approaching life, he began walking once more with stealthy steps. And then he heard it once more, and he knew it wasn’t his imagination. It was the sound of footsteps. They were close, and getting closer. Forgetting any reservations he might have held towards the cowled beings lining the walls, he dashed into the small recess behind one just in time to avoid being spotted by two pairs of armored and helmeted troopers marching up towards him. Holding his breath in the shadows, he watched the T-visored helmets of the soldiers as they marched towards him, hoping none of them would turn his way. They did not. They merely passed by without hesitation, blaster rifles held across their chests, steps in uniform with each other. The sound of their footfalls on the stone steps faded away. Once he was certain they were gone, he emerged from behind the statue and continued down the torch-lit stairs. Up ahead the stair ceased its winding and he finally saw its end. The walls and ceiling stopped abruptly as the stair opened into an immense cavern. He halted, taking in the enormity of the cave. The staircase widened even further on its way down to the floor of the cavern. Intricately carved banisters of white rock curved along the remainder of the stair, each ending with a pair of large basins filled with flames. He looked up. He couldn’t see the ceiling. Darkness swallowed his sight long before it could reach that height. From what little light there was he could just make out that the cave was circular and at least a hundred meters wide. But what sent chills down his spine and stole the breath was the eerie façade of the temple on the far side. Nearly thirty meters tall, its face had been carved right out of the far wall. It looked alive. The high windows near the top were piercing, angry eyes and glowed with an unnatural, green light. Covered by sculptures of writhing forms and sharp, deadly angles, the temple looked to be something straight out of his most terrifying nightmares. The towering doors, flanked on either side by ten meter tall statues of hooded, robed beings and etched in the green light that seemed to fill the inside of the building, looked like a giant mouth ready to swallow any that wandered too close. The thick fog that hung around the base of the closed doors could have been the building’s chilled breath. The sound of a crying baby filled the cavern, echoing off the walls. Peeling his eyes away from the temple, Logan saw the woman in black standing in the center of a large circle of the burning basins in the middle of the cavern floor. Quickly, he ran to the banister on the right and leapt over. As soon as he landed he raised his hood and ran for the deep shadows along the perimeter of the cave wall, hoping he hadn’t been spotted. As he pressed his back against the wall, heaving heavy breaths with a hand on the hilt of his lightsaber, he inspected the woman intently from under his hood. She gave no indication she’d heard him. She still held her spear in one hand and the child in the other as she stood transfixed; staring at the temple while the Rodian infant wailed and writhed uncontrollably. He mulled over what he should do next. He needed answers. He needed to know what this strange place was and why these “Specters of Death” were stealing infants. This woman could provide those answers. Whether she wanted to or not. I’ll find ways to persuade her…, Logan thought, his hands clenching into fists, his mind and heart filled with hate and a desire to cause pain. Without even thinking about it, he took a bold step away from the shadows and towards her, his eyes alight with the fires of hatred. He didn’t care if she saw him. Didn’t care what tricks she might have up her sleeve. He wanted to cause her suffering! He ached to use the power he felt seeping into him from all around the cave to harm the woman. He needed to! It was the only way to satisfy this voracious, dark appetite. Another round of wails from the Rodian infant erupted, and the sound broke through his dark thoughts. Shaking his head as if coming out of a dream, he realized what it was he had been about to do and quickly, quietly, pressed himself back up against the wall and back into the shadows. He shivered at the menacing power he had unwillingly consumed. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and pushed the darkness away. It clung on desperately like a parasite to its host, but he was finally able to repel it and regain his clarity of mind. He needed to get closer to the woman before he tried anything, and he needed to get that child away from her first, lest something happen to it. Several large boulders that had broken free from the ceiling and fallen to smash into the ground were scattered across the floor of the cave. A handful sat between him and the circle of fiery basins the woman in black stood within. He dashed for the closest boulder, then cautiously peered around it to make certain he hadn’t been heard or seen. The woman stood unmoving, continuing to stare at the temple in her strange trance. He dashed for the next boulder, then the next, and the next until he was at the very edge of the ring of fire and less than ten meters from the woman in black. He peered around the rock at her, planning it all out in his mind. Her right arm was holding the thrashing infant rather tightly to keep it from falling. That might make it difficult for him to safely wrench the child from it using the Force. He could harm it if her grip was tighter than he thought. He definitely didn’t want to do that, but knew he had to get the child away from her before he attacked. He would just have to risk it and hope for the best. Closing his eyes to slits, he took a step out from behind the boulder and stretched out his left hand towards the woman. Just before he was about to grab the child with the Force a loud thud from the direction of the temple made him flinch and yank his hand back. He stepped back and ducked down behind the boulder. Hugging the rock he looked at the giant doors of the temple to see them creaking open, their low moan echoing throughout the cavern. The eerie, green light from within spilled out through the doors, creating a long pillar of light that reached all the way to the ring of fire. From within that light Logan could see the silhouette of someone, or something, approaching with a slow, stiff gate. Nearly two meters tall and dangerously thin, the being had two long, onyx-colored horns sticking straight up from the top of a bald scalp. Its neck and half of the back of its head was framed by the high collar of a long, black and purple cape that draped all the way down around its lanky body. The thick fog at the base of the doors retreated as if in fear from the being as it walked forward and towards the ring of fire. Hiding behind the boulder, Logan watched the frightful being as it walked into the circle of fiery basins. The yellow light illuminated the woman’s frightful, white face. She was of a species Logan had never encountered before. With blood-red lips, sharp check bones and shallow cheeks, with deep, black pools for eyes, she was a chilling sight. The child’s crying became wilder with every step of the horned woman’s approach. It seemed as if the child knew this woman was dangerous—as if it could sense it. A chill ran down Logan’s spine for he, too, could tell this woman was not one to be trifled with. The woman in black dropped to one knee and bowed her head at her approach. She laid her spear down on the ground and held the screaming infant up in front of her with both arms as if the child were an offering to the gods. Logan’s blood froze. He wondered if these stolen children were being offered up as sacrifices in some twisted, religious ritual. The horned woman did look like a member of some dark clergy, and she had emerged from a temple. His lightsaber was suddenly in his hand, just itching to be ignited at the thought. He peered around the boulder at the two women with narrow eyes, ready to pounce. The horned woman stopped just in front of the other, peering down at the Rodian infant with a fanged smile and hunger in her eyes. Spindly, ashen fingers tipped with long, black claws rose up. Her hands moved back and forth, twisting and turning above the offered child but never touching it. As she did the child’s screaming ceased and it fell into a deep sleep—just as Logan had seen the other woman do before. She closed her eyes and sucked in a long breath between those fangs as her hands continued to dance above the child. Logan’s mind raced, trying to piece together all that he was seeing. These women were using the dark side of the Force. He could feel it. They weren’t terribly strong in the mystical energy field, but what abilities they had were well-honed. They were not Sith. He knew that without question. Sith would be much more powerful than these women. Much more powerful. And besides, the Sith Order had been wiped out decades ago. His Master had seen to that. He knew that these women must belong to some cult that worshipped the Dark Arts—just as he’d feared. He’d heard of such groups before, but had never encountered them, and never would have thought the Mandalorians would be involved with such people. He feared that time was short, and that the child would meet its doom as a sacrifice if he didn’t act soon. Carefully, he peered back around the boulder to asses the situation. The woman in black had laid down her weapon, and the tall, horned being appeared to be unarmed. He could take them by surprise. It would be over with quickly. He could rescue the child and end this before it went any further. He had to do it! He couldn’t allow the child to suffer such a fate. The horned woman lowered her hands and looked down at the bowing woman. “You have done well, Marauder. The child is gifted in the Force. Not as much as our Masters had hoped, but it will make a promising Marauder.” Logan froze at her words, halting his decision to act. Gifted in the Force? He wondered, perplexed. Marauder? Our Masters? “Thank you, Priestess,” the kneeling woman—the Marauder—said. “I humbly obey our Masters and offer up this child into their service. May the Force be bent so that Their Will might be done.” The Priestess scooped the child up into her arms. “Now go, Marauder, and continue your work!” The Marauder bowed down on all fours. “Yes, Priestess.” Picking up her spear, the Marauder stood and turned with her head still bowed in reverence. She walked out of the circle of fire basins and for the long staircase leading back up to the surface. The Priestess stood unmoving, watching her until she disappeared up those stairs. Then, she turned and began back towards the open doors of the temple with that stiff gate. Logan rose up from behind the boulder, watching the Priestess walk away. So the child isn’t a sacrifice, but was stolen to be raised and trained to become one of these…these Marauders? He thought. Is that what they’ve been doing with these children all along? The Priestess walked through the thick fog, which parted before her once more, and toward the green light shinning within the temple. As soon as she crossed the threshold the giant doors began creaking closed. More troubled and confused now than ever before, Logan dashed out from behind the rock and for the closing doors, slipping between them just before they boomed shut. His back hugging the wall just within those doors as he walked, bathed in the unworldly, green light coming from up ahead, he prayed the priestess wouldn’t turn around. She would see him plain as day if she did. His stomach turned at the sensations bombarding him in the Force in this dark place. The temple was a place of great evil. There was no denying that. Hatred, suffering, fear and anger oozed from every crevice. It was concentrated; amplified in some strange way. It was awful, yet he couldn’t deny the allure in its power. The priestess continued down the long hall, becoming swallowed in the source of that green light. Nearly a meter in length, the light source was difficult to look at directly; pulsing with an alien energy, its beams radiated throughout the temple. A hand raised in front of his face to shield his eyes, Logan watched as the priestess’ silhouette began to grow shorter and shorter. Her legs, then her midsection, followed by her upper body steadily disappeared until the last tiny bit of her horns were gone. Logan rushed forward, shielding his eyes from the light. As he approached where he’d seen the priestess melt away he came to the end of the hall and a flight of stairs leading down into a grand, circular room. The source of the light was suspended in the middle of the room. Equal distances separated it from the walls, the floor and the ceiling. He could see no means by which it was held there. It appeared to float right in midair. Squinting, he could see that tall, arched, tunnels were carved into the rock all around the top half of the circular wall so that the light might be spread all throughout the temple. The priestess had just reached the bottom of the staircase, and was beginning across the stone floor. Inlaid in the floor, shimmering black and green in the light and spanning the floor’s entire width and length, was a strange emblem; a hollow circle in the center shooting forth eight shafts, each of which was tipped with a different shape, or design, of its own. The priestess stopped in the center of that hollow circle. Swaying gently from side to side she stood with eyes closed, chanting strange cantations until a hidden doorway opened in the far wall. Ceasing her mumblings, she walked across the giant seal and through that passage, which promptly closed behind her. Cautiously, Logan walked down the stairs and began across the great seal. He peered up at the floating source of the light as he walked below it, and for the first time saw that it was actually a giant, emerald crystal. He stopped and peered at it for a short time, trying to piece together what it was meant for. Closing his eyes to slits, he probed it with the Force. He was amazed to discover that this crystal was the focal point of the great and terrible emotions he was sensing. Somehow, this large crystal was projecting that darkness throughout the temple. He peeled his eyes away from the crystal and continued across the floor to the place in the wall where the priestess had gone through. He inspected the dull, gray rock for any signs of the door, but found none. Not even the smallest crease existed of the door. It looked like solid rock. He pushed against the wall. It did not budge. He pushed harder, and harder. Nothing. He rammed his shoulder into the wall. The only result was him chastising himself and rubbing the sore shoulder. Frustrated, he backed up and searched the curved wall for any other way through. He saw nothing. He looked up and something caught his eye; the tunnels carved into the rock halfway up the wall. Perhaps he could jump up to one of those and crawl through it. There was no way of knowing for sure where they led, but he had to try. He needed to know where she was taking that child. Gathering the Force within himself, he jumped into the air and landed in a crouch at the mouth of the tunnel. His body blocked most of the green light from getting into the tunnel, but enough got through that he could still see clearly what lay ahead. The gray rock of the tunnel went on for quite a few meters. The walls had not been carved as smoothly here as they had been in most other places in the temple. Several fist-sized knots of rock stuck out of the walls and up out of the floor, making crawling through it hard on his knees and head. He saw the end of the tunnel fast approaching. A voice caught his ears, forcing him to slow his crawl to avoid unwanted noise. He inched to the edge of the tunnel and looked down into the room below. The room was quite large, more than fifty meters wide, circular, and the bottom third of the tall walls were lined with pillars all the way around. The green light and the light fog that spilled out of the tunnels cascaded down all around the room like a misty rain. Crystals no bigger than a hand and clasped within the teeth of black, metal rods sticking up out of the ground stood at hip level throughout the room. Each glowed with the same eerie, green light as the giant one, though far more subdued. Eight rectangular boxes of varying sizes and carved from the same gray rock as the temple surrounded every one of these small crystals. Like spokes on a wheel, or points on a star, the small tombs radiated out from these crystals. Though the green light rained down into the room and the small crystals glowed the room was quite dim. It was because of this that Logan didn’t immediately realize what those small, coffin-like boxes actually were, and what was in them. It wasn’t until he caught sight of something stirring within one that he took notice. Straining his eyes, he inspected the box more closely to see what was inside it. His eyes went wide with horror and he gazed around the room at all of the boxes once more. “Cribs!” he whispered to himself, unbelieving. “They’re all cribs!” Now that he knew what he was looking at, he could make out that nearly all of the cribs had a baby or a young child in them. The children were of all different species and were all sleeping in what looked to be an unnatural, fitful slumber. Their faces were scrunched up in displeasure, their legs and arms gave occasional flails as the green light and the light fog washed over them. Movement over on the other side of the room caught his eye and he ducked down onto his belly to avoid being seen. The priestess, with her stiff, shuffling gate, walked through the clusters of cribs with the Rodian infant still in her arms. She walked to an empty one and leaned over to lay the child inside. Standing over the child, she raised her arms into the air and chanted something Logan couldn’t understand. A thumb-sized, black stone set into the necklace hanging around the priestess’ neck began to throb with a dim, purple light at her words. Logan watched, puzzled. A coldness came over him, and his stomach turned at the potent, unnatural power of it. The air around the priestess began to stir. The fog, and the green light raining down, began to swirl above the stone cradle holding the Rodian child as if it were the focal point of some torrent. The chanting grew in intensity. The swirling fog and light and the speed of the throbbing of the crystal around her neck grew right along within it. Then, quite suddenly, the priestess halted her chanting and lowered her arms. The throbbing of the crystal around her neck slowed, then ceased entirely until and it faded back to black. She stood there swaying for a short while as if drained from the exertion of what she had just done. Then, she started off for a doorway on the far side of the room in her usual, slow gate. When the priestess was nearly to the door Logan got back up onto all fours at the mouth of the tunnel, readying himself to drop down into the room as soon as she was gone. As he did, his hand brushed a small stone over the edge. Eyes wide, mouth gaping open, he thrust his hand out to try to catch the falling stone, but to no avail. The thud of the stone hitting the floor was not terribly loud, but it might as well have been a thunderclap to Logan. The priestess’ stiff steps stopped. Her head cocked to the side as she listened. Immediately Logan dropped back down onto his belly in the tunnel, pressing his face to the rock as he prayed to himself that he would not be found. As he laid there he sensed a cold, searching eye in the Force approaching from the other side of the room. The priestess was using the Force to probe the darkness for the cause of the noise. Logan closed his eyes and did his best to recall his Master’s teachings. He stilled his mind and drew his thoughts, and his presence in the Force, inward as much as he could. It had been years since he had done such a thing and he found it difficult. He strained to seal himself off as he felt the chilled whisper of the priestess’ probe in the Force approaching slowly from off to his right. He grimaced, pulling his presence deeper within himself as the shadowy searchlight came upon where he was. It washed over him like spindly, ghostly fingers. As it did, he was able to discern the nature of the presence. It was not terribly powerful, but held a great deal of malice and hate. Fear was in there, too—as was a great desire to control all around it. He was relieved to feel that the probe was broad, dispersed—better with which to scan a large area. Had it been more finite, more focused, he was certain she would have sensed him right away—so out of practice was he. The seconds felt like hours as it passed by, but finally it did. The probe continued along the wall for some time, then retreated back to it source. Satisfied that nothing was there, the priestess turned and walked through the doorway in the wall. Cautiously raising his head, Logan watched her disappear into the dark hall beyond as the thick, stone door ground shut. As soon as it closed he jumped down from the end of the tunnel to land on the stone floor of the room. With ginger steps and eyes darting around the room for danger, he began towards the nearest circle of stone cribs. With a pained frown on his face he walked to one and leaned over to peer down at the child within. The Sullustan baby was no more than eight months old and looked skinnier than it should. Its face was wrinkled up in discomfort as it slept, and its head jerked from side to side as if it were trying to wake from some nightmare, but unable to do so. Logan’s heart ached for the child and its plight. He had to do something. He reached out a hand and gently placed it on the child’s forehead. Closing his eyes and filling himself with comforting peace, he used the Force to sooth the baby’s fragile mind as much as possible. When he opened his eyes and removed his hand the thrashing had ceased, and the child lay in a calm, serene sleep. Righting himself, he gave a pleased nod at the child. He turned to peer at the other four nearby cribs and their fitful occupants. Then, he walked past the black, metal rod sticking up out of the ground with the glowing crystal set atop of it in the center of the circle of cribs to gaze around the entire room and the many other clusters of cribs. His saddened frown returned, accompanied by a growing anger. There're so many! How could anyone do this to a child? He thought, his hands clenching into fists, a scowl spreading across his face. The glow of the crystal behind him intensified for a handful of seconds, then reverted back to normal. What kind of animals are these Marauders? These children are innocent! They should not have to endure such things! He thought, nearly shaking with fury, filled with a sudden power. The glow of the crystal behind him suddenly erupted with intense light. Noticing, Logan spun and was forced to shield his eyes from the radiance. As shock and confusion took over his anger the intensity subsided back to a dull glow. Puzzled, he walked up to the crystal and crouched down to inspect it. Strange, black markings—ancient writing of some kind—were carved into each of the crystals eight sides. He waited for some time for its glow to intensify again, but nothing happened. He stood back up, still looking down at the crystal. He reached out a hand to touch it. A sudden sense of danger filled him and he recoiled the hand. Brow furrowed, he peered down at the crystal, wondering why reaching out to it should have caused such a feeling of danger. He reached out the hand again, and as he did he realized it was not his reaching out to the crystal that had alerted his senses, but something else entirely. Eyes wide with alarm, he spun around to find the priestess standing just a few steps behind him; her black eyes staring at him with fury as she reached out with those black-clawed hands for his throat. “HOW DARE YOU DISTURB THIS DOMAIN OF THE DAMNED!!” she boomed. Stay Tuned!!! -----signature----- Now in the 'Before The Saga' Fan Fiction Forum: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'
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SHADOW_MASTER_W Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 8/18/05 8:32pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Awesome Master Titus!!! This is indeed another excellent tale to are telling here. Quite good. -----signature----- -Engineer of the Final Solution to the Sith Problem- "Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC)" -The Shadow Master-
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SKYWALKER_INC Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 8/18/05 8:50pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	JW: *Evil laugh* GOOD - GOOD ~ Impressive - most impressive indeed!!! I enjoyed that update very much - it was well worth the wait! THANKS!!! Lord Darth Deceptious -----signature----- At last we will have REVENGE... Wipe them out... ALL OF THEM!!! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Darth Deceptious Sith Lord
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LukesDestiny Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 8/18/05 8:56pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Great update JW, I can't wait for the next one. -----signature----- Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC) Jedi Technician Crew Lightsaber Operation Instructor
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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 8/19/05 2:11pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	another good one, JW. thank you, thank you. of course, eagerly awaiting next post! -----signature----- Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC) ***Palmam qui meruit ferat**** USC Trojans - 2008 Rose Bowl Champs and CFB Team of the Decade
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JimmySizzleChest Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 8/25/05 10:29am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	completely enthralling. i am riveted to my seat in aprehension awaiting the next chapter. P -----signature----- "Scream into their frozen brains"
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JW-Titus Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 8/30/05 11:25pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Thank you, everyone! I really appreciate your comments and your support! I hope to have another update ready here in the next week or so. Keep an eye out! Once again--thanks for your support. Stay Tuned!!! -----signature----- Now in the 'Before The Saga' Fan Fiction Forum: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'
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Baby_Death_Star Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 9/3/05 3:39pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Ahh ... so good to be back and have a new chapter waiting! Great read, thanks JW! And keep that posting speed ... twice a month is just right. Wouldn't mind more postings though, ... but, well, if it's ok with your RL and quality than it's ok with us! "J.W.Titus' "Star Wars: Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores" .pdf, 112pg, 2MB, 8 chapters so far including illustrations I'm sorry for the size - on Monday I'll be back to my office after 3 weeks, then I'll be able to post it far smaller while remaining the quality - I've got better conversion tools there. Till then! *** And all you guys in the South are included in my prayers! I hope food and shelter will be there soon for all those suffering! You Americans are a great and defiant nation, I know you will rebuild everything better and stronger! My best wishes to you - and my deepest condolences for all those who lost friends and relatives. -----signature----- Class of Aug 04! TFC-JTC-SDO Forever! "I know a thing or two about the force." G'Kar:"The universe is driven by the complex interaction between three ingredients:matter, energy & enlightened self-interest." Remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
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Darthwalker Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 9/8/05 1:49am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	No update... The Dark Side has yet again been covering everything... DW -----signature----- Stories: Yoda http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/20747580/p1 Palpatine http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/17450167/p1 JW's http://boards.theforce.net/Before_the_Saga/b10475/17858766/p1 Darth Gaul's /b10475/18237430/p1
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Baby_Death_Star Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 9/14/05 4:57am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Here the slightly smaller version of the pdf: "J.W.Titus' "Star Wars: Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores" .pdf, 112pg, 1.3MB, 8 chapters so far including illustrations I hope there's an update soon ... -----signature----- Class of Aug 04! TFC-JTC-SDO Forever! "I know a thing or two about the force." G'Kar:"The universe is driven by the complex interaction between three ingredients:matter, energy & enlightened self-interest." Remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
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SithStarSlayer Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 9/21/05 9:48am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Yeah, I can't wait to read more... -----signature----- Lucas didn't ruin my childhood, but he sure wrecked Vader's Foolish men mistake transitory semblance for eternal fact Practice makes perfect, so be careful what you practice Tolerance is for people who lack moral conviction o[[]\|[ooooooooooo]\|[0]\|[\|]\|[
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Darth_Garak Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/22/05 12:31pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Cool story. -----signature----- Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. Holding the Line http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25728489&brd=10475&start=27377934 Breakthrough http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27044667&brd=10475&start=27377928
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MasterDrejc Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 9/23/05 1:28am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Is there a penalty for bumping threads? -----signature----- The Force is mightier then the Light Saber! Even Master Jedi can slip on wet floor in his bathroom!
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Baby_Death_Star Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 9/23/05 6:43am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	I don't hope so ... And we are not "bumping", we are sharing time waiting for the next update ... Hopefully not very much longer ... but who knows? -----signature----- Class of Aug 04! TFC-JTC-SDO Forever! "I know a thing or two about the force." G'Kar:"The universe is driven by the complex interaction between three ingredients:matter, energy & enlightened self-interest." Remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
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SithStarSlayer Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 9/23/05 8:02am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Aug. 18th!!!!!
	Lets just hope we don't have to wait like we did between ROTJ and TPM... -----signature----- Lucas didn't ruin my childhood, but he sure wrecked Vader's Foolish men mistake transitory semblance for eternal fact Practice makes perfect, so be careful what you practice Tolerance is for people who lack moral conviction o[[]\|[ooooooooooo]\|[0]\|[\|]\|[
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