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Quiet_Mandalorian Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/18/05 4:52pm Subject: Rage of the Shadow Warriors: Wrath of the Mandalore (NJO short story ) - Date Edited: 6/23/06 6:48am (6 edits total) Edited By: Quiet_Mandalorian
	Rage of the Shadow Warriors Yanaught Kal, commander of the Yuuzhan Vong warfleet frigate-analog Unfailing Punishment, turned in his command chair to address his villip communicator, linked to one carried by the leader of the warriors preparing to board a New Republic civilian transport they had caught fleeing the sector while on picket duty. Yanaught Kal smiled at the recent memory. With the infidels’ chief stronghold, Coruscant, captured by the ever-glorious forces of Warmaster Tsavong Lah, there had been little for him and his crew to do lately. “Is your boarding party prepared to take control of the infidel vessel?” he inquired of the villip, or rather, the warrior who carried its mate on his shoulder. A young warrior, from his own domain. A cousin, in fact. The answer came back quickly. “We only await the closing of the seals, and your order, captain.” “Good. Do well” Yanaught Kal urged him. Capturing civilians was inglorious work for a warrior, but still, the gods needed their sacrifices, particularly if the Yuuzhan Vong were to complete their conquest of their new home and put an end to those hateful Jeedai. He sat back in his living command chair a moment to consider the possibility, no, the eventuality. He must not allow himself to doubt the Warmaster, or the Supreme Overlord, and especially not the gods. The Jedi fascinated him though. Despite their blasphemous beliefs in what they ambiguously referred to as “The Force” there were many things about them that interested him greatly. Their impossible feats of speed and acrobatics, their “lightsaber” energy swords that could cut through virtually anything with little effort; not, thankfully, Yuuzhan Vong armour, at least not instantly, but almost everything else. Warmaster Tsavong Lah had even lost a foot in combat to one. Then there was the fact that they seemed to be able to move objects with their minds. Yanaught Kal had seen them do it all with his own eyes. He’d even killed one, and come very near to death himself in the process. He respected the fallen infidel for that. He hoped he was with the gods now. Jeedai. Fascinating creatures, even if blasphemous. But he could think more about it later. At the moment, the quick and successful taking of the infidel ship was of paramount importance. The crew of the passenger ship had agreed to surrender peacefully, either showing an unusual amount of wisdom for infidels, or else completely ignorant of their most likely fate: tortured to death in honour of the gods. Soon the villip would probably be carrying to his ears the sounds of the prisoners, the pleading for mercy, the attempted bargaining; useless of course, and the cries of their children and the sobbing wails of their women. Yanaught Kal wrinkled what passed for a nose on his face in disgust. These infidels had no spine, none whatsoever. The Yuuzhan Vong domination of this galaxy was assured. No, it was more than assured. It was ordained. Still, many infidels, even those amongst their non-warriors, were unpredictable, deciding at the last moment to give their lives up in honourable combat rather than going meekly to the slaughter or the slave-corrals. He hoped that his warriors would exercise caution. Yanaught Kal had no objection to falling in battle, but he had no desire to see his warriors die needlessly and dishonourably, shot in the back by one of the infidels’ abominable fire-spitting machines that they called “blasters”. Yanaught Kal turned to his villip again and listened. But something was wrong. He addressed his kinsman. “Shalar Kal, have you taken control of the infidel vessel?” The response, uncertain and confused-sounding, came after a short pause. For an instant, he fancied he could detect a hint of fear in his cousin’s voice, but that had to be his imagination. “We have sent in two teams of warriors, captain. We are waiting for word from them, but none has reached us yet.” “And you have heard nothing from the infidels?” Yanaught Kal inquired. “No, captain. And we have seen nothing. Many of the corridors are in darkness.” “Send in a third team” Yanaught Kal ordered, feeling, not quite worried, but most definitely unsettled. “And go in with them” he added. “It shall be as the captain orders” came the answer. And then Yanaught Kal knew it. His cousin, a warrior of Domain Kal, felt fear, was afraid at the prospect of entering the infidel ship. However, he obeyed his orders without hesitation. That was even better than not feeling fear, Yanaught Kal reflected. Knowing fear, and yet ignoring it. Then, the villip became silent. Before he had heard the clank of the Vonduun crab-armoured boots of the warriors on the cold, lifeless floor of the infidel ship, the hissing and curling of their serpentine amphistaffs, the clicking of the hard, chitinous shells of the oversized insects they used as projectile weapons. Now, there was only silence. Yanaught Kal, suddenly anxious in spite of himself, hissed into his villip, demanding an answer, threatening the most dishourable deaths his agitated brain could call to mind if no one answered him. And then, someone did. It was a male human voice, gruff and aggressive. A warrior’s voice, Yanaught Kal noted with some satisfaction. The possibility of honourable battle was pleasing to the captain’s mind, and yet he had never yet encountered anything in this broad new galaxy, with all its wonders and its horrors, that so chilled his black blood as the voice of this lone infidel human. And it spoke in perfect, flawless Yuuzhan Vong. “I assume that you must be in authority aboard this ship” the voice intoned, sounding more sinister than the priestesses of Yun-Harla wailing to her glory during a sacrifice. “I am the captain” Yanaught Kal answered, finding that what remained of his lips had gone dry. “Captain” the voice responded, “You have fifteen minutes to make your peace with your gods. Do not waste them.” “Why should I make my peace with the gods?” Yanaught Kal inquired, while fighting back his rising trepidation, of the disembodied being he was fast beginning to think of as the Voice. The Voice was not long in responding. “You should make your peace with your gods, captain, because at the end of the time I’ve given you I will send you to them.” Then the villip made an odd squishing sound, and Yanaught Kal knew that at the other end, the Voice had crushed the villip’s mate. Before he could issue orders or even brood, one of his subordinates shouted for his attention. “Captain! We have infidel ships approaching us from all sides!” “They must have hidden themselves among the asteroids!” announced the bewildered voice of another officer. In a daze, the Yuuzhan Vong commander turned and looked out the transparent viewing membrane. It was true. At least six infidel ships were approaching the Unfailing Punishment on a boarding vector. Struggling to put some semblance of authority back into his voice Yanaught Kal ordered the frigate-analog’s fighters to be launched. An instant later, another warrior gave him the very last possible answer that he could have wanted to hear. “Captain! We can’t contact the pilots!” Sudden realization dawned on Yanaught Kal. “They’re all dead” he announced. He looked out of the viewing membrane again. It was too late for the fighters to do anything anyway. Like ooglith masquers, the infidel ships were already latching onto his ship. Soon, no doubt, they would be blowing holes in its living walls and the warriors they held pouring through. A deep rumble, and then five more from somewhere below the command deck confirmed his analysis. “Captain!” one of the younger warriors amongst the bridge crew demanded. “What should we do??” “Do?” Yanaught Kal was momentarily at a loss for words. “We will fight for the glory of the gods!” shouted his executive officer. He was overstepping his authority, of course, and yet Yanaught Kal was glad for it. He raised himself out of his command chair and grasped his amphistaff. He would face these invaders as a warrior. As the warriors on the bridge collected their amphistaffs and thud bugs, a massive shockwave slammed them hard to the porous deck. Yanaught Kal and virtually everyone else in the chamber were flung down on their faces by the force of the explosion, as a huge chunk of the yorik coral wall was blown apart. Into the breach stalked the infidel warriors who had invaded his ship. They wore green jumpsuits and armour that covered almost their entire bodies, mainly in green also, but with many individual differences in colour that the Yuuzhan Vong captain guessed must be personal embellishments, or else help the infidels tell each other apart. This second thought made the most sense to him, as the infidel warriors’ heads were surmounted by domed helmets, their faces completely hidden behind sinister visored masks that at last made Yanaught Kal admit to himself the terror that was in his mind. Yanaught Kal lifted himself groggily to his feet to face them, as did the warriors of his crew. He was dimly aware of blood running from his ears and dripping down the front of his armour. Yanaught Kal had been the furthest away from the hole the infidel warriors had made in the bridge, and he watched his crew fall one by one as he lurched towards his enemies. His villip mistress died in a blast that seemed to spring from the wrist of one of the armoured infidels, as well as half-a-dozen other Yuuzhan Vong. Two more of his warriors were shot down by blasters, and a third reduced to his constituent atoms by an energy weapon yet more poweful, but he saw, with a terminal sense of satisfaction, that the invaders seemed to prefer hand-to-hand battle. And they were good, Yanaught Kal realized as he stood stricken to the spot, watching the armoured infidels annihilate his warriors with nightmarish efficiency. They were very, very good. Three of his junior officers met their deaths in the form of slashes from the blades that seemed to spring from the invaders’ wrists, two more members of his crew were flung to the ground by kicks from their opponents' spiked boots, and five of the largest warriors on the bridge were slain by a single opponent, one who wore a tattered cape on his back and the scalps of fallen foes over his arm. His second-in-command tried to cut down the infidel, the one who seemed to be the leader, with his amphistaff. The caped man smashed the weapon to the ground and stabbed the warrior through one of the gaps in his crustacean armour, lifting the dead Yuuzhan Vong high in the air as though rallying his warriors, before flinging the body aside and advancing on Yanaught Kal. Yanaught Kal struck out at the armoured man with his amphistaff, but his opponent knocked the snakelike weapon aside effortlessly and slammed his wrist-blades into Yanaught Kal’s chest armour hard enough to punch through it and straight out the other side. He withdrew the blades, and despite all the strength of will that Yanaught Kal bent at his legs, he could not keep them from buckling beneath them. As he lay there, mortally wounded, the last living Yuuzhan Vong on the bridge of the Unfailing Punishment, he looked up into the opaque visor that hid the face of his foe, and realized that fifteen minutes had passed. The armoured warrior drew twin blasters from holsters on his legs and took careful aim at his prostrate enemy. “Who, are, you?” he managed to gasp, though his breathing was now heavily laboured. The Voice answered him. “Tell Yun-Yammka that Boba Fett sent you to him.” -----signature----- The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, You have never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes. G.K. Chesterton
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Sebulba2179 Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 7/18/05 5:06pm Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )
	Whooowee!!! TERRIFIC fic, QM!! I always like seeing the Vong get their butts kicked for once. And by the Mandalorians, no less. You've given me a whole new appreciation for Boba Fett, my friend. I hate the NJO with a passion, but I still enjoyed the depiction of the Vong in the beginning. Spot-on and well thought out. Of course, as soon as Boba & friends showed up, I couldn't put it down. Overall, well done! -----signature----- YOU LAUGH AT ME BECAUSE I'M DIFFERENT. I LAUGH BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL THE SAME. http://rangersebulba.livejournal.com http://www.myspace.com/durinsbane2187 Malcolm Reynolds is my evil twin.
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theatrejock Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 7/18/05 6:27pm Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Very, very nice. I was wondering what happened to Fett. Great job. -----signature----- "What man is a man that does not make the world better?" -Balian of Ibelin, from Kingdom of Heaven
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Quiet_Mandalorian Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/19/05 6:33am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Glad you guys liked it so much. I loved the short scene in TUF wherein Boba Fett and the Mandalorian Protectors give the Scarheads What For, and it was a pretty big dissapointment that they weren't featured anywhere else in the series. This is my humble attempt to help remedy that. -----signature----- The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, You have never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes. G.K. Chesterton
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 7/19/05 6:42am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Excellent! Go Fett, he is the man! More soon I hope. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker
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Quiet_Mandalorian Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/19/05 6:59am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Spike2002 posted: Excellent! Go Fett, he is the man! More soon I hope. He is indeed. reads further More? You want more? I never thought of that, but I suppose it might be done. -----signature----- The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, You have never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes. G.K. Chesterton
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RK_Striker_JK_5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/19/05 7:13am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Well, that was beyond badass... Go, Fett! Shwo those scarheads what for! Mandalorians forever!!!!!!! -----signature----- E-married to the wonderful DarthIshtar. Now also her Padawan. Member of the Y.J.K. Revolution Staring into the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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Quiet_Mandalorian Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/19/05 10:39am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who) - Date Edited: 7/19/05 12:00pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Quiet_Mandalorian
	RK_Striker_JK_5 posted: Well, that was beyond badass... That is a compliment, particularly where Boba Fett is concerned. RK_Striker_JK_5 posted: Go, Fett! Shwo those scarheads what for! Mandalorians forever!!!!!!! Yeah! Mandos forever!!! -----signature----- The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, You have never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes. G.K. Chesterton
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Kenobi_Kid Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 7/20/05 6:46am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Quiet_Mandalorian posted: “You should make your peace with your gods, captain, because at the end of the time I’ve given you I will send you to them.” Quiet_Mandalorian posted: “Who, are, you?” he managed to gasp, though his breathing was now heavily laboured. The Voice answered him. “Tell Yun-Yammka that Boba Fett sent you to him.” YES!!! Boba Fett rules!! I love this story! Is there any chance you'll write more about the pre-TUF adventures of the New Mandalore?? (please say yes) -----signature----- High Prophet of the Church of Kyle and loyal suitor of HIH Marasiah Fel Star Wars: Now with 100% more Lyle Waggoner! Lick enough wallpaper and eventually you will find the Snozzberry I have seen the enemy and he is you
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Lonewolf89 Registered: Sep '01	Date Posted: 7/20/05 9:39am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Wow. That was amazing, QM! Awesome ending. See, that is how the NJO should have been; Boba Fett in action, kicking Vong @$$. The war would have been over before it started. These infidels had no spine, none whatsoever. The Yuuzhan Vong domination of this galaxy was assured. No, it was more than assured. It was ordained. Tisk, tisk, tisk. Kal obviously hasn't heard the old human expression: 'Don't count your chickens before they hatch.' Still, many infidels, even those amongst their non-warriors, were unpredictable, deciding at the last moment to give their lives up in honourable combat rather than going meekly to the slaughter or the slave-corrals. I really liked that bit. And it spoke in perfect, flawless Yuuzhan Vong. I was grinning to ear to ear by the time I got to this part. It's just so... Fett. Assured, informed, capable, ever ready. You have him perfectly characterized. And they were good, Yanaught Kal realized as he stood stricken to the spot, watching the armoured infidels annihilate his warriors with nightmarish efficiency. They were very, very good. Before I started reading your stories, QM, the Jedi were my favorite SW society. By far, I believed them to be the best warriors, most skilled fighters, etc. Now, however, the Mandalorians have taken their place. Sure, the Jedi have talent, but they don't have anything on these guys. See what you've done? Shaken my faith in an entire culture. “Who, are, you?” he managed to gasp, though his breathing was now heavily laboured. The Voice answered him. “Tell Yun-Yammka that Boba Fett sent you to him.” Endings just don't get any better than this. You're putting the SW authors to shame. -----signature----- Nom Anor: I witnessed the death of perhaps the greatest of them all, the one called Anakin Solo. Anakin Solo: You want me to move? Come on and move me! Jacen: Count on Anakin to be the last Human to get out of Duro space alive. Member of the FADA & ATF
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 7/20/05 1:04pm Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Unfailing Punishment, Great name. “Captain” the voice responded, “You have fifteen minutes to make your peace with your gods. Do not waste them.” The caped man smashed the weapon to the ground and stabbed the warrior through one of the gaps in his crustacean armour, lifting the dead Yuuzhan Vong high in the air as though rallying his warriors, before flinging the body aside and advancing on Yanaught Kal. Creepy! “Tell Yun-Yammka that Boba Fett sent you to him.” This is my kind of viggie, Mandalorian Extremely well written, and I love the way you wrote it from the Yuuzhan Vong's point of view, making Boba Fett appear more mythic. You also did an incredible job writing the Yuuzhan Vong! One of the best I've ever read. Very gruesome and you definitely capture the right tone for this Great post -----signature----- FADA Therapist The Lands of the Dead: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28522077/p1/ Blood Trail: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28636429/p1 "We're Jedi, not assassins."— Anakin Solo
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Quiet_Mandalorian Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 7/22/05 8:18am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who) - Date Edited: 7/23/05 10:47am (2 edits total) Edited By: Quiet_Mandalorian
	Kenobi_Kid posted: YES!!! Boba Fett rules!! Thanks for reading KK. Kenobi_Kid posted: I love this story! Is there any chance you'll write more about the pre-TUF adventures of the New Mandalore?? (please say yes) I thought you would. As for writing more, we'll see. Lonewolf89 posted: Wow. That sounds promising. Lonewolf89 posted: That was amazing, QM! Awesome ending. See, that is how the NJO should have been; Boba Fett in action, kicking Vong @$$. The war would have been over before it started. Yeah! Where were the Mandalorians anyway throughout 90 per cent of the NJO anyway? Del Ray, we want answers!! Lonewolf89 posted: These infidels had no spine, none whatsoever. The Yuuzhan Vong domination of this galaxy was assured. No, it was more than assured. It was ordained. Tisk, tisk, tisk. Kal obviously hasn't heard the old human expression: 'Don't count your chickens before they hatch.' No he hasn't. The overconfidence of the Scarheads is truly astounding. Lonewolf89 posted: Still, many infidels, even those amongst their non-warriors, were unpredictable, deciding at the last moment to give their lives up in honourable combat rather than going meekly to the slaughter or the slave-corrals. I really liked that bit. Pleased that you do. Lonewolf89 posted: And it spoke in perfect, flawless Yuuzhan Vong. I was grinning to ear to ear by the time I got to this part. It's just so... Fett. Assured, informed, capable, ever ready. You have him perfectly characterized. I know, it's him all over. And thank you. I guess I have a cetrain afinity for the character. Lonewolf89 posted: Before I started reading your stories, QM, the Jedi were my favorite SW society. By far, I believed them to be the best warriors, most skilled fighters, etc. Now, however, the Mandalorians have taken their place. Sure, the Jedi have talent, but they don't have anything on these guys. See what you've done? Shaken my faith in an entire culture. Glad I could help. Lonewolf89 posted: “Who, are, you?” he managed to gasp, though his breathing was now heavily laboured. The Voice answered him. “Tell Yun-Yammka that Boba Fett sent you to him.” Endings just don't get any better than this. You're putting the SW authors to shame. YodaKenobi posted: Unfailing Punishment, Great name. Thanks.I thought it sounded rather appropriate. YodaKenobi posted: The caped man smashed the weapon to the ground and stabbed the warrior through one of the gaps in his crustacean armour, lifting the dead Yuuzhan Vong high in the air as though rallying his warriors, before flinging the body aside and advancing on Yanaught Kal. Creepy! This is my kind of viggie, Mandalorian Extremely well written, and I love the way you wrote it from the Yuuzhan Vong's point of view, making Boba Fett appear more mythic. I know. There's a cetain terrifying quality that Boba Fett has to him, moreso in my opinion than even Darth Vader in certain ways. The aura of the silent relentless hunter, always just out of sight, waiting in the shadows for his prey. There's a line of dialogue in The Chronicles of Riddick where someone asks the eponymous anti-hero if he's going to kill the monsters. "I am the monster" he responds. That was the sort of tone I wanted to evoke for my story, that he is the monster waiting in the dark to prey on the monsters. That no matter how tough and fanatical the Yuuzhan Vong are, no matter how suicidally brave, no matter how hard they fight, they've never seen anything like Boba Fett. YodaKenobi posted: “Tell Yun-Yammka that Boba Fett sent you to him.” You also did an incredible job writing the Yuuzhan Vong! One of the best I've ever read. Very gruesome and you definitely capture the right tone for this Great post "Best you've ever read"? Wow! I certainly wasn't expecting that. Thanks! As for the Yuuzhan Vong, they were suprisingly easy to write for, for a race of bloody-minded zealots. I'm not sure if I should be proud of myself or worried. -----signature----- The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, You have never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes. G.K. Chesterton
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Valin_Halcyon Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 7/23/05 10:03am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Sweet! Boba Fett beating up vong!!!! -----signature----- Shadows of the Unknown: http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/18120474/?6 Virtual little brother of Jesina_Dreis
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DarthReven Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/16/05 9:35am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	That was SWEET! Mando wupping ass! You really captured the Vong midesett too! I must say, you 2 Fics are great, i hope more are to come. -----signature----- Adopted by starwarsbeauty Mandalore and Semi Ex-Sentinel of the Acolytes of Revan I'm not suffering from insanity, I'M ENJOYING IT!!! Xbox Live Gamertag: OldManBindo
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Corran_Fett Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 9/5/05 9:45am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who) - Date Edited: 9/6/05 4:39pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Corran_Fett
	Great job, Mando-lad I really liked the POV and the respect Yanaught Kal had for the Mandos. I haven't read TUF yet, so I wonder why Boba speaks Vong-ish... - you can spoiler me in that case Again, I really enjoyed it, always a lil smirk on my lips 'cause it was really cool how the Mandos messed those scarheads up Maybe you could write the same story from Boba's or another Mando's POV? That would be even greater... -----signature----- The other side of the NJO, featuring Mandalorians, Vong, and Peace Brigaders in a thrillride full of betrayal and intrigue... When Few Stood Against Many \| http://boards.theforce.net/b/b10477/25253415/ - http://corranfett.deviantart.com -
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DarthReven Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 9/27/05 6:54am Subject: RE: Rage of the Shadow Warriors (NJO short story )( death, destruction and guess who)
	Will we ver get an update? -----signature----- Adopted by starwarsbeauty Mandalore and Semi Ex-Sentinel of the Acolytes of Revan I'm not suffering from insanity, I'M ENJOYING IT!!! Xbox Live Gamertag: OldManBindo
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