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Darthwalker Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 1/23/06 1:12am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Nov. 24th!!!!!
	Anything since then? 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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JW-Titus Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 1/25/06 11:58am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Nov. 24th!!!!!
	Hello Everybody!!! I'm really sorry for such a long break between posts. The Next Update Will Be This Friday Evening, No Later Than 5:00 p.m. Central Standard Time. Thank you all once again for your continued support and interest! I really appreciate it! And would really appreciate it if you could spread the word about the upcoming post! Thanks! 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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Darth_Drager Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 1/25/06 4:08pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Nov. 24th!!!!!
	Looking forward to Friday. Nice to have you back JW!!
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Darthwalker Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 1/26/06 2:31am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Nov. 24th!!!!! - Date Edited: 1/26/06 2:36am (1 edits total) Edited By: Darthwalker
	Hoooorrraaaaayyyyy!!! DW P.S.: Made some publicity already. -----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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Dark_Jedi_Kenobi Title: Manager: • SFF Films & TV • Prequel Trilogy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 1/26/06 3:31pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Nov. 24th!!!!!
	Great to hear from you JW! I can't wait for Friday! -----signature----- *Host of the PT Trivia Challenge Game 12: Question 10 Posted!* http://boards.theforce.net/prequel_trilogy/b10669/23314477/p4/?184
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Baby_Death_Star Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 1/27/06 2:03am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Nov. 24th!!!!!
	"This will be a day long remembered!" -----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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JW-Titus Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 1/27/06 3:08pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update Tonight--1-27-06!!!!! - Date Edited: 1/27/06 3:42pm (2 edits total) Edited By: JW-Titus
	Chapter Nine, Part One When Logan finally reached the top of the long, winding stair and the exit of the underground lair a sudden warmth returned to his bones, to his soul. Coming out into the moonlit night he closed his eyes and sucked in that warmth, replenishing stores that he hadn’t even realized had been drained. He shed off the lasting, negative effects of the dark temple, regaining peace in his mind. Several deep breaths later, the Light restored and Darkness receded, he slunk back into the shadows of the buildings lining the streets and out of view of the scattered, passing traffic. He began back the way he’d come. He knew he needed to get back to his ship and off the planet before anyone could discover the dead priestess. He had to get back home to tell Sci what he’d seen here; what the Mandalores were doing to these children, their dark perversion of the children’s minds. But then, the low roar of a ship’s engines filled the air, catching his attention. He watched as a cargo shuttle crested the rows of buildings and clawed its way into the night sky. A pair of crescent-shaped fighters zipped up after it, meeting it quickly and settling into an escort formation for the journey to the enormous battlecruisers hanging in orbit. Logan’s eyes remained glued to the cargo ship for some time, his thoughts drifting back to images of what he’d seen there atop of that hill at the edge of the base when he’d first arrived. Another, then another cargo ship took off into the night sky, reminding him of the massive campaign the Mandalores seemed to be preparing for. He lowered his eyes from the trail of engine light cutting into the sky and began scanning the streets ahead, getting his bearings. He remembered seeing several darkened warehouses off to one side of the base when he’d first arrived. He started off in that direction in a quick pace, remaining alert for any patrols. He would have to be quick about his inspection. He had no idea how much time he had before the dead priestess was discovered and his presence here was blown. The Temple appeared to be restricted to all but the priestess herself, so discovery any time soon seemed improbable. Yet Logan couldn’t discount the possibility that there could be other priestesses inside, and that they might stumble upon the body any second. He reached the area of darkened warehouses without incident. The whine of starfighters and speeders echoed off in the distance. No patrols moved in this area. He gawked at the closest of the warehouses from the shadows of a squat building next to it. Not until he was right upon the warehouses did he fully appreciate their size. Each was at least one hundred meters long, half that wide and over six stories tall. And he had seen more than fifty of these warehouses spread around the perimeter of the base. He shook his head, dumbfounded by the sheer volume of military supplies. He dashed out from the corner of the building and to a small door on the side of the warehouse. It was locked, but he was able to bypass that with the aide of the Force. With one final glance around, he opened the door and dashed in. He stood just inside the door and looked around. Mountains of crates were spread out before him off to the left, extending all the way to the back wall. Off to his right—just inside of the partially opened, enormous main doors—were rows of armored speeders and several of those shovel-nosed hovertanks. Turning his attention back to the sea of boxes he noted the numerous metal arms hanging down from the ceiling amongst the crates. Logan followed these arms up with his eyes to see that they were connected by rollers to the bottom of a series of catwalks set out in a grid pattern high above the floor of the warehouse. Judging by the rollers, he surmised the arms could be moved along this grid in order to more quickly and more efficiently move the cargo. He began walking through the maze of crates, studying their labels with an ever-increasing sense of dread. Concussion grenades, blaster pistols, blaster rifles, med-kits, portable missile launchers, and several others marked with acronyms he didn’t understand. He found a lone crate marked blaster rifles and opened it. The unscathed metal of the brand-new weapons gleamed in the dim light. He reached in and took one of the long rifles out. He was surprised by its light weight. A comparable weapon in the Jardon military would have weighed more than twice as much. He studied the sleek design, noting with curiosity the handful of buttons set into the stock just above the trigger. He shook his head, wondering what new tricks these blasters held in store for his peoples’ military. He was just about to put the blaster back in the crate, but then thought better of it. He uncoiled the strap and slung the weapon over his shoulder. He would take it back to Jardon for their scientists to examine. Perhaps they could reverse-engineer the weapon for mass production. It wouldn’t be the first time they had attempted such a thing. Mandalore laser technology was far advanced from anything the galaxy had seen, so the Jardon had a lot of catching up to do. As he resealed the crate he spotted a nearby stack of longer, thinner crates marked with words that immediately got his attention—ARMOR SUITS. He rushed over, scaling up the tall stack of med-kit crates next to them so that he could reach the one on top. Perched ten meters up off the ground, Logan opened the top crate of armor suits. Except for the color, the suit appeared to be identical to the ones worn by the troops he’d seen escorting the Marauder. This one was a dull green, with dark red lining around the black, t-shaped visor. He picked up one of the forearm pieces, inspecting the hoses and the nozzle head they were attached to. He wondered what function it might play. Images of line upon line of these armored troopers marching against his people emitting clouds of toxic gases filled his mind. With a shiver running down his spine he replaced the gauntlet. Next, he picked up the t-visored helmet. He began turning it over in his hands when he heard the muffled sound of blaster fire outside. His eyes wide with surprise, then confusion, he replaced the helmet and shut the crate. He listened, trying to determine which direction the shots were coming from, but couldn’t tell. He looked up at the network of catwalks and saw several large windows along the walls there. He jumped from the top of the stack of crates to grab one of the dangling, metal arms hanging from the bottom of the catwalks. Quickly, he scaled the arm, then jumped up to grab the rail of one of the catwalks and hauled himself over. The shots were steadily getting closer, and now he was able to determine that they were coming from the front and to the right of the warehouse. He ran atop of the catwalks in that direction, stopping at the first window he came to that revealed the scene on the ground below. Four soldiers in tan uniforms were running straight for the warehouse he was in, blasting away with their rifles. Logan followed the line of their shots, trying to see who, or what, they were chasing. At first he missed them because he was looking for something bigger. But then the flash of a bolt that exploded on the ground right next to its intended target revealed the diminutive pair as they leapt into the air to avoid the spray of sparks, waving their small arms above their heads in obvious panic. Logan’s first thought was that the troopers were firing upon children and anger boiled to the surface. But then, upon closer inspection at the next flash, he was relieved to discover that they were not children, but two beings of a smaller, alien race dressed in brown robes with pointed hoods and glowing, yellow eyes. The pair raced as fast as their stubby legs would carry them for the enormous, front doors of the warehouse, dodging and weaving out of the way of the blaster bolts zipping past all around them. Logan moved along the catwalk so that he could see the front doors, raising his hood and staying as low as possible to avoid being seen. The two beings raced through the doors amidst sprays of sparks from near-misses. One was taller than the other and quite slim, while the other was short and pudgy. The taller of the two darted for one of the giant, sliding doors, indicating with a pointed finger that his companion should go to the other. Despite the severity of the situation, Logan couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the two tiny figures straining in vain to push the monstrous doors closed while blast bolts exploded all across them. Knowing that the soldiers weren’t far behind, Logan knew he had to act. Closing his eyes, he stretched out a hand in front of him. He reached out with the Force to the doors, struggling against their weight. He could tell by the excited chatter of the small pair and the growing intensity of the exploding blast bolts that the group of soldiers were closing in fast. Finally, and just before the soldiers reached them, Logan was able to slide the doors closed. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Logan opened his eyes to see that the two small beings had been knocked to the ground by the sudden movement of the doors. They both got to their feet, gazing incredulously at the doors, amazed by their own strength. Then, as if snapping out of their shock, they both erupted into jubilant, fast-paced chatter—no doubt, Logan thought, congratulating themselves for their strength. The sound of the soldiers pounding their fists on the doors echoed throughout the warehouse. Logan watched, once again unable to hide an amused smirk, as the pair of robed figures began taunting the soldiers through the doors at their inability to capture them. But then, as those doors began to budge, all celebration was gone and the two began jumping up and down in distress. Just before the doors began sliding back open, the robed pair bolted through the rows of speeders and hovertaks to hide in the maze of crates. Logan watched them go to see in which direction they were heading, then turned back around to see the soldiers begin spilling through the doors, glowlamps affixed to the top of their blaster rifles on and searching through the rows of vehicles. Silently, Logan set off along the catwalks to find the small, robed pair before the soldiers could. 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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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 1/27/06 4:10pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Thanks JW - that was riveting as expected!!! Made the wait worthwhile. Already, eagerly awaiting the next post - LOL. -----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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FalconFan Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 1/27/06 9:39pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Go, Logan, Go!! Great update, JW! The intensity is just as good now as before--wonderful job! And wondering whether the impending discovery of the dead priestess will be our young hero's undoing...? Can't wait for more! FF -----signature----- "Hear me, Baby? Hold together..." Han Solo, ANH "And then we just float away--" Han Solo, ESB "--with the rest of the garbage." Leia Organa, ESB
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Darthwalker Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 1/28/06 1:09am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Getting even better and better... 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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JW-Titus Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 1/28/06 1:03pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Thanks everyone for you kind comments! And Deb--I need to talk to you. The Next Update Will Be This Monday Night, No Later Than 7:00 p.m. Central Standard Time (I SWEAR!) Once again thank you all for your continued support and comments! They are greatly appreciated! 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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Dark_Jedi_Kenobi Title: Manager: • SFF Films & TV • Prequel Trilogy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 1/29/06 8:05am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Another amazing update JW! And now we get another one on Monday, this is great! -----signature----- *Host of the PT Trivia Challenge Game 12: Question 10 Posted!* http://boards.theforce.net/prequel_trilogy/b10669/23314477/p4/?184
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Baby_Death_Star Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 1/29/06 8:03pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Ahh .. so good to see you back in action, dear Master Titus! I'm eagerly awaiting today's update ... until then here the updated pdf-version: ""Star Wars: Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores" by J.W. Titus, pdf, 9 chapters incl. illustrations, 120pg, 2.1MB -----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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CieSharp Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 1/30/06 5:50am Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!!
	Thanks for the pdf, Baby Death Star! -----signature----- Duel of the Fates - Translation and Purports from Sanskrit http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11461050 Star Wars and Hinduism \| http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11178560 http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11384555
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JW-Titus Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 1/30/06 4:55pm Subject: RE: 'The Sith Wars: Book One: Invasion of the Mandalores'--NEW Chapter Update 1-27-06!!!!! - Date Edited: 1/30/06 5:06pm (2 edits total) Edited By: JW-Titus
	Previously In 'The Sith Wars'... As Logan resealed the crate he spotted a nearby stack of longer, thinner crates marked with words that immediately got his attention—ARMOR SUITS. He rushed over, scaling up the tall stack of med-kit crates next to them so that he could reach the one on top. Perched ten meters up off the ground, Logan opened the top crate of armor suits. Except for the color, the suit appeared to be identical to the ones worn by the troops he’d seen escorting the Marauder. This one was a dull green, with dark red lining around the black, t-shaped visor. He picked up one of the forearm pieces, inspecting the hoses and the nozzle head they were attached to. He wondered what function it might play. Images of line upon line of these armored troopers marching against his people emitting clouds of toxic gases filled his mind. With a shiver running down his spine he replaced the gauntlet. Next, he picked up the t-visored helmet. He began turning it over in his hands when he heard the muffled sound of blaster fire outside. His eyes wide with surprise, then confusion, he replaced the helmet and shut the crate. He listened, trying to determine which direction the shots were coming from, but couldn’t tell. He looked up at the network of catwalks and saw several large windows along the walls there. He jumped from the top of the stack of crates to grab one of the dangling, metal arms hanging from the bottom of the catwalks. Quickly, he scaled the arm, then jumped up to grab the rail of one of the catwalks and hauled himself over. T he shots were steadily getting closer, and now he was able to determine that they were coming from the front and to the right of the warehouse. He ran atop of the catwalks in that direction, stopping at the first window he came to that revealed the scene on the ground below. Four soldiers in tan uniforms were running straight for the warehouse he was in, blasting away with their rifles. Logan followed the line of their shots, trying to see who, or what, they were chasing. At first he missed them because he was looking for something bigger. But then the flash of a bolt that exploded on the ground right next to its intended target revealed the diminutive pair as they leapt into the air to avoid the spray of sparks, waving their small arms above their heads in obvious panic. Logan’s first thought was that the troopers were firing upon children and anger boiled to the surface. But then, upon closer inspection at the next flash, he was relieved to discover that they were not children, but two beings of a smaller, alien race dressed in brown robes with pointed hoods and glowing, yellow eyes. The pair raced as fast as their stubby legs would carry them for the enormous, front doors of the warehouse, dodging and weaving out of the way of the blaster bolts zipping past all around them. Logan moved along the catwalk so that he could see the front doors, raising his hood and staying as low as possible to avoid being seen. The two beings raced through the doors amidst sprays of sparks from near-misses. One was taller than the other and quite slim, while the other was short and pudgy. The taller of the two darted for one of the giant, sliding doors, indicating with a pointed finger that his companion should go to the other. Despite the severity of the situation, Logan couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the two tiny figures straining in vain to push the monstrous doors closed while blast bolts exploded all across them. Knowing that the soldiers weren’t far behind, Logan knew he had to act. Closing his eyes, he stretched out a hand in front of him. He reached out with the Force to the doors, struggling against their weight. He could tell by the excited chatter of the small pair and the growing intensity of the exploding blast bolts that the group of soldiers were closing in fast. Finally, and just before the soldiers reached them, Logan was able to slide the doors closed. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Logan opened his eyes to see that the two small beings had been knocked to the ground by the sudden movement of the doors. They both got to their feet, gazing incredulously at the doors, amazed by their own strength. Then, as if snapping out of their shock, they both erupted into jubilant, fast-paced chatter—no doubt, Logan thought, congratulating themselves for their strength. The sound of the soldiers pounding their fists on the doors echoed throughout the warehouse. Logan watched, once again unable to hide an amused smirk, as the pair of robed figures began taunting the soldiers through the doors at their inability to capture them. But then, as those doors began to budge, all celebration was gone and the two began jumping up and down in distress. Just before the doors began sliding back open, the robed pair bolted through the rows of speeders and hovertaks to hide in the maze of crates. Logan watched them go to see in which direction they were heading, then turned back around to see the soldiers begin spilling through the doors, glowlamps affixed to the top of their blaster rifles on and searching through the rows of vehicles. Silently, Logan set of along the catwalks to find the small, robed pair before the soldiers could. Chapter Nine, Part Two (Conclusion) It didn’t take Logan long to find them within the vast maze of boxes and crates from his vantage point high above. He moved in above them, careful not to make a sound. They hadn’t gone very far at all and, quite frankly, couldn’t have chosen a worse hiding place. With the vast area from which to choose, they had only ducked behind a small pile of boxes just off of the main path that split the middle of the warehouse. From his lofty perch he watched the way the soldiers were conducting their search off in the distance—efficiently, professionally. They would find the pair easily if they remained where they were. Crouched on his haunches above them, Logan watched the diminutive pair curiously. One of them, the taller of the two, had taken something out of its robes and was holding it up so that both of them could inspect it. They were raptured by whatever it was, their focus on it intent and the threat nearby nearly forgotten. He couldn’t remember ever seeing their species before. They were an odd sight with their glowing, yellow eyes. He wondered how they had come to be here. Were they prisoners that had escaped? Was their race allied with the Mandalores? He dismissed that idea immediately. He couldn’t imagine the Mandalores allying themselves with a species so gentle and innocent looking. Perhaps they had been slaves? He could definitely see the Mandalores doing such a thing. After all—someone had to build all of their war machinery. He turned his gaze back to the glowlamps of the soldiers and was alarmed to see one circling in dangerously close from a row off to the right. The robed pair was oblivious to the threat—their attention focused on the object in the taller one’s hands, with only quick glances down the main path for their persuers. Judging by the back-and-forth scanning motion of the soldier’s light he hadn’t spotted the pair yet, but Logan knew he would within a matter of seconds unless something was done. Closing his eyes to slits, Logan reached out with the Force to touch the mind of the soldier. The man’s presence was sharp, focused, trained. At first Logan feared he would not be able to penetrate such an alert mind, but after some gentle prodding he found the opening he needed. Melding his own thoughts with those of the soldier, Logan imagined the sound of a soft thud! coming from behind the man, then retreated from his mind. Instantly, the soldier spun searching for the source of the sound, then hurried off in that direction. Logan opened his eyes and watched the light of the soldier rushing off, pleased to see that it had worked. But then, something he hadn’t planned for happened. The soldier whose mind he had touched must have alerted his comrades of the noise via comm. link, because all of the other soldiers were now rushing in that direction from the other side of the warehouse. And two of them were on a direct path that would unintentionally intersect the robed pair. Great. Really smart, Logan thought, berating himself. He hadn’t wanted to get involved. He didn’t have the time to! But, now, his actions could very well have cost this pair their lives. He couldn’t allow that to happen. More direct interference was now required. Closing his eyes to slits once again he drew upon the Force. Reaching out with invisible hands, he wrapped them around the taller, thinner of the robed pair and began to lift. At first the small being couldn’t understand what was happening. All of a sudden he felt weightless and seemed to be moving away from his chubby brother. Then, he peered down at his feet. A yelp of alarm escaped his lips when he saw that he was nearly a half-meter off of the ground and steadily rising. His brother turned at the exclamation, then released one of his own at seeing what was happening. For a handful of seconds all he could do was watch as his brother, waving his arms and kicking his legs in frantic fear, continued to magically rise into the air. But then, as logic slowly returned and his brother’s rising showed no signs of stopping, the shorter, chubby one jumped as high as his little legs would allow and grabbed his brother’s legs in an effort to bring him back down to the ground. As he grabbed on his added weight caused a slight dip in the ascent, but it lasted only a second or two. In no time at all they were both rising into the air above the stacks of boxes and crates faster than ever. The sight of the soldiers’ lights passing by directly beneath them was the only thing that kept them from voicing their very real terror in the form of hysterical screams. Logan was caught temporarily off guard by the added weight of the chubby one, but adjusted quickly. And just quick enough, it seemed. The cries of the robed pair had brought the soldiers closing in from every direction at full speed, and he’d just barely lifted them out of the area before they’d arrived. Now, he carefully raised the trembling pair over the rail of the catwalk and set them down just a few meters away from where he was crouched. The two small beings remained on all fours for several seconds, too stunned to move as they stared down through the criss-crossed metal of the catwalk at the circling soldiers below. Logan shuffled towards them, and the movement caught the pair’s attention. They looked up with those glowing, yellow eyes and jumped at the sight of him. Logan could tell they were about to begin screaming again, so he quickly lowered his hood and put his finger up to his mouth. The pair just stared at him for several seconds; confused, stunned. Logan gave a kind smile as he raised his hands up in front of him to show he meant them no harm, that he was not an enemy. The pair’s heads cocked to the side, obviously confused by this gesture. They turned to one another and chattered quietly, discussing something. Then, together, they turned back towards Logan and raised their own tiny hands up in front of themselves, waving them back and forth in an imitation of his greeting. Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion. Then, realizing they’d thought his gesture to been some form of greeting, he shook his head, waving his hands back and forth in front of himself in a cutting motion to try to tell them to stop. The pair stopped, watching him intently for several seconds, then began imitating him again; shaking their own heads and waving their hands back and forth in a cutting motion. Logan lowered his hands and bowed his head in frustration. The small pair ceased. Trying again, Logan raised his hands once more in a sign of nonaggression. Knowing this sign the pair responded quickly; once again raising their hands and waving them happily. All Logan could do was shake his head in frustration. Once the pair finally stopped waving their hands at him he pointed over the edge of the catwalk and down at the circling soldiers below. Then, he pointed down the catwalk behind him and motioned for the two to follow as he started off in that direction. He looked back after several steps and was pleased to see that they were following him—happy that the communication barrier had finally been breeched. Several meters further down the catwalk Logan stopped. He turned back around and crouched, watching the soldiers back behind them now as they fanned out once more to continue their search of the area. The two robed beings watched as well, chattering to each other as they did. As he listened to their quiet laughter, Logan got the distinct feeling they were making fun of the soldiers’ futile searching. He couldn’t help but smile. Seeing that the soldiers had no clue where they were Logan turned his attention away from them and began searching the system of catwalks for a way out of the warehouse. He knew that they couldn’t stay here. It was a good bet the soldiers already had additional troops on the way to help search of the enormous warehouse for the fugitive pair. Then, the place would be locked down and escape unnoticed would be nearly impossible. Logan’s heart sank as, as if on queue, eight more soldiers rushed through the parted main doors of the warehouse—coordinating with their comrades, glowlamps affixed to the barrels of their rifles as they searched through the rows of cargo. Great, he thought, scanning the catwalks with even more earnest for a way out. There were large windows all along the side walls, but he dismissed those right away. Most likely they would require breaking to get out through, and then there was the twenty meter drop to the ground below. There were several staircases along the walls that led down from the catwalks and back into the maze of crates. They could go down one of those and make for a side door, but being down amongst the rows of boxes would rid them of the advantage of being able to see where their enemy was. Logan knew it was a risk they would have to take. All other options were running out. He scanned the staircases and the locations of the soldiers and saw that their best bet would be the stairs ahead and to the left. He turned to motion for his newfound companions to follow him when he saw the taller of the pair holding his grabbing, shorter bother back with one hand while he held a large, green gem just out of reach in the other. The chubby one continued to try to get at the gem, but to no avail. His brother blocked him at every turn. And as they struggled against each other their feet clanged louder and louder on the metal catwalk. Too loud. Logan peered down at the soldiers spread out all around the warehouse floor below, knowing that they would hear the commotion soon enough. He tried desperately, and in vain, to get the two to stop, but they paid him no mind. They were far too transfixed by their greed for the shimmering gem. Then, waving his arms frantically for them to stop, Logan watched in horror as the shorter of the two—his frustration reaching its peak—suddenly tackled his brother. The clang of their bodies hitting the catwalk and the wrestling match that ensued was loud enough to draw the attention of each and every one of the soldiers’ glowlamp beams from below. They froze mid-struggle when they realized they were bathed in light. “Look!” “How’d they get up there?” the soldiers asked. “There’s someone up there with them!” “Blast ‘em!” another yelled. Frantic, they sprang to their feet as blast bolts zipped up all around them. Some struck the metal mesh of the catwalk right below them, spraying sparks up at them and sending them jumping to avoid them. “Come on!” Logan yelled, ducking and dodging blast bolts as he turned and ran. There was only one way out of here now. The staircases weren’t going to be of any use to them now. That thought was confirmed as he watched the lights of two soldiers running up a staircase ahead and to the right. He turned left at a junction in the catwalks and sprinted for the window dead ahead; hoping his guess had been right and that they were heading in the right direction as sparks exploding all around him from below, frightened yelps coming from the small pair directly behind him. As he neared the window he was relieved to see that his guess had been right. They had ran to the side of the warehouse with the squat building next to it. Skidding to a stop just a few meters away from the window, he thrust his right arm out and hit the glass with a Force Push. The window exploded, sending a shower of tinkling glass to the ground twenty meters below. Logan turned around to the robed pair, who were staring in amazement as they approached at what he had just done. He held his arms out in front of him, gesturing for them to come into his arms amidst the continuing hail of blaster fire from below. The pair looked up at him, then leaned out to the sides to peer around him and out the window at the long drop below. They turned to one another with stunned stares, then looked back up at Logan and shook their heads in protest. Logan nodded, only to be answered by more adamant head shaking and hysterical chatter. “There's no time to argue!” Logan urged, peering past them and at the two soldiers that had just reached the top of the stairs and were now racing towards them along the catwalks. He looked back down at his companions, urging them once more to come to him, but they continued shaking their heads, backing away from him and the window as if he were insane. The two soldiers that were running along the catwalks began opening fire. Logan knew they were out of time. Lurching forward he scooped up the two small beings as they turned and tried to run away. He placed one under each of his arms. They kicked and pried as he turned back towards the window, yelling words he’d never heard before, but whose meaning he was quite certain he knew. Laser bolts zipping by all around them, Logan ran to the window and jumped into the night while the small pair clutched in his arms let out long, high-pitched screams of terror. 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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