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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 4/17 11:04pm Subject: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 4/17 11:17pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Title: In The Remnant Author: Robimus TimeFrame: 31 ABY Characters: Gilad Pellaeon, Ephin Saretti, Kais jai Sheelal(OC), Sauld Reija(OC), Captain Mirana Nido(OC) Locations: Kalee, Mygeeto, Bastion Genre: Adventure Notes: My First Posted Fan Fiction! . I've got something of an attachment to the Imperial Remnant and this short story kinda fills in some of the time between the end of NJO, pre DNT. Sauld Reija is a character I probably first wrote about 15 years ago or so, and it has been kinda nice dusting him off for my first posted story. I hope you enjoy! In The Remnant-Prologue-The Kaleesh Wealth The shuttle landing pad was near the outskirts of a bland looking Kaleesh settlement. Maneuvering thrusters from a small oval shuttle made the dust between the fields four landing beacons swirl and dance, creating a small sandstorm the shuttle’s lone passenger thought might cover the whole tiny village. The faded gray metal of the shuttle was almost as dull and uninteresting as the landscape around it. This doesn’t even look like a nice place to visit, the occupant thought to himself as the shuttle settled down on three simple landing gear extended from beneath the ship. But at least their still here despite their rumored extinction by Imperial hands. Yet where is the vegetation that once covered this world? It has the look of a desert despite the swamps shown in my historical research. The Kaleesh were a technologically savvy people who chose to use very little of their knowledge in their day to day affairs. In fact the command tower of the space port, if one could call it that, was the settlement’s tallest structure at two stories in height. That building actually had different architecture from the other three dozen structures in the area making the shuttle passenger feel like it had been constructed by someone not native to the world. Czerka perhaps, at least the turbo laser on the building’s roof looks modern. War with an insect species called the Huk some seventy years earlier had left the Kaleesh home world a poor, broken and dieing place. The proud warrior race which inhabited the world had little in the way of wealth or resources making death by starvation a common occurrence. No capital ships were in orbit, not even a token Imperial Cruiser. The Kaleesh were now ignored by Bastion as they were ignored by the rest of the galaxy, part of the Empire but not subject to any of the benefits that government could lend. Through several galaxy spanning wars their situation had simply continued to spiral until the world and its people were no longer even an afterthought in galactic affairs. Virtually forgotten, perhaps still punished for crimes from long ago. Maybe I’ve made an error in coming here, the passenger thought as he made his way down the shuttle’s lowered boarding ramp, gripping his suitcase tightly. This looks to be a shattered home of a shattered race. Maybe they are of no use to me. Yet if my research is accurate what strength they do have would be hidden and valuable. Waiting, beyond the now settling grit and sand, were three huge, frightening beings. They were humanoid in many ways, but monstrous in others. They stood unflinching in the dust, their faces hidden behind the war masks traditional to their people. All three were draped in robes also common to their people; the front most of the three had red markings on his mask and robe showing him to be a clan leader. He also was not carrying a blaster rifle like his companions had, but simply a large sword sheathed across his back, its pommel rising out over his right shoulder. The perpetual scowls represented on the creatures’ masks were very accurate to the faces beneath them. In fact the masks were far more appealing to most galactic citizens than what lay beneath. The small human felt even smaller approaching the three towering creatures. They were everything he wasn’t, fearsome, barbaric and fearless. He was awe inspired. These beings seemed to have little need for the comforts he took for granted. It was a culture shock he couldn’t even explain. He was dressed immaculately in a tailed crimson business suit with a matching tie and shining black shoes. While they were wearing little more than armor concealing rags. His receding dusty gray hair was slicked back tight to his scalp and the square tinted glasses he wore almost took the attention away from his slightly crooked hawk like nose. The Kaleesh wore the skulls of dead animals and seemed hardly groomed at all. The man was trying to carry himself with a swagger and confidence but it wasn’t working. He was about to meet one of the galaxies most fearsome inhabitants and while it had seemed like a good idea before, he wasn’t so sure now. The crazed Muun was right. Imagining a hairless Wookie crossed with a monster from a holovid was a most accurate description indeed. “So I am here, little human, as you requested,” the lead Kaleesh growled in good but accented galactic basic. “It would be best for you to make this worth my while.” The Kaleesh took a step toward the man forcing him to back peddle slightly, “I’d hate to be you if its not” “Hello”, the human swallowed. Well, at least the monster spoke basic. “Beautiful little corner of the galaxy you’ve got yourself here. Fabulous architecture, very earthy. I’m rather fond of tan myself. My name is Denton Vyle and I am here, as I forwarded, on a matter of great importance to you and your people. Thank you for seeing me so promptly. Are you the clan leader Kais jai Sheelal? I must be certain of whom I am speaking with.” The Kaleesh leader glared down upon the small man with angry emerald eyes, an impatient growl emerging from within his skull like mask. Denton quickly decided that his query would not be answered, deciding not to press the issue he extended his hand in a greeting universal to the business world, but unknown to the Kaleesh. “This is called a hand shake, an important part of business and a way to convey good spirits where I am from.” Kais looked with disdain at the hand extended before him and then back at the human’s face. After an awkward moment, Denton withdrew his hand and decided it would be best to get down to business. The quicker he got this over the quicker he would be back on his way home. “I have recently uncovered two small articles of knowledge I believe will prove extremely useful to you and your people…” Denton was cut off as he attempted to open his case. A massive Kaleesh hand grabbed his shoulder and forced him to his knees, suitcase falling from his hands in the process. It was the warrior to the right of the clan chief who had grabbed him and was now growling at him in an angry language Denton had never heard before. The clan chief responded with an angry growl of his own as the third Kaleesh recovered the case from the ground. “Dyryk will open the case, human,” Kais said as Denton was yanked back to his feet. He quickly straightened the glasses on his face as his heart rate continued to rise, and his knee’s continued to weaken. He both marveled and dismayed at the strength with which the monster had assaulted him. If these creatures saw fit to kill him, and he now realized they could easily, all his plans would be destroyed. Keeping his head low as to not encourage eye contact he decided to wait until spoken to before saying anything else. Dyryk removed two small computer card chips from the case, using far more force than was necessary, and tossed it aside. He said something to Kais which made the clan leader turn his attention back to Denton. “What are on these computer cards human?” Denton tried to find his voice, opening his mouth but seemingly forgetting how to make words come out of it. The confidence and swagger he had envisioned when planning for this day were things of the past now as fear for his life flooded his consciousness. Yet, he knew he needed to speak or all would be for not, so he focused on finding his voice again. “Yes, of course my lords, the data chips are, um, of course, on the first one is, um…” Kais growled and slapped the guard who had assaulted Denton moments earlier. The guard gave an indignant shrug as Kais scolded him in their own tongue. “You nearly broke the little human! Next time think before you act!” Kais quickly turned his attention back to Denton, giving his guard a dismissive wave. “Calm yourself human, find some courage lest I decide you have none,” Kais offered toward Denton a little more quietly than he had previously spoken. The clan leader waved his guard to step away from the man again. “Yes, yes, of course my lord. I mean no disrespect,” Denton took a deep breath and tried to take his mind to a happier place to help calm his nerves. “As I was saying, the first data chip contains information about claiming a long dormant account at the Dressian Kiolsh Merchant Bank on Mygeeto. One of your deceased relatives, a Qymaen jai Sheelal, has left an inheritance to be claimed by one of his direct descendants upon his death. Of course the fact that he has been dead for nearly fifty years I think points to the fact that the Intergalactic Banking Clan has long concealed these funds from your people. They are an immoral and disgusting people who put greed above all else.” “How is it you have found out about this information?” Kais took the data chips from Dyryk, “And why do you bring this knowledge to me now? Of what interest is our well being to you?” “I guess you could simply call me a disgruntled former Banking Clan employee of sorts.” Denton was finding it easier to use his voice now as he truly believed the information he brought would be of great interest the Kaleesh. “As to my interests in your people, I represent an organization which would like to open into a trade agreement with your people and perhaps in time earn enough of your trust to set up an operations base on your world.” Kais considered the data cards for a few moments before he continued. In his prayers at Shrupak, Qymaen had never given him any clues of this knowledge. Perhaps this small human was now even now representing Qymaen, the god having sent this man to be his messenger. Kais was perplexed but felt this was the most likely possibility, so long as the human was not filled with lies. “And what does the second data card contain?” “The second data chip contains the sad but important truth about how Qymaen jai Sheelal came to be in the employ of the Banking Clan and Confederacy of Independent systems during the Clone Wars, and how they betrayed your people.” Denton responded, his confidence growing with each passing word. “That data chip contains proof that the Banking Clan intentionally wronged Qymaen to make him their servant. It was they who planted a bomb on board his ship and forced his participation in their war with the promise of giving aid to your people. San Hill, then chairman of the Banking Clan, planted the bomb as a means to steal your great ancestor from you and in turn promised to help Kalee during its great famine. Then that help disappeared after Qymaen’s death. They have much to answer for.” Denton allowed his words to tail off as Kais stood silently for several minutes. The Clan leader looked down upon the data chips as if he could possibly read their contents without loading them into a computer port. This little human had brought him something, perhaps a gift from the gods, something which could change everything for his people. All only relevant if this little human who reeked of fear and dishonesty was telling the truth. “You have a fortune waiting for you on Mygeeto, Lord Kais. Waiting for your people, and all you need to claim it is that data chip and the ability to pass a genetic test to prove you are Qymaen’s direct descendant.” Kais exhaled deeply as he tucked the data chips into a small pocket in his robe. “For long the Kaleesh have suffered, and to not investigate what you have brought us, Human Denton, could be very wrong for our people. We are owed much by tyrants who have long abused us. If what you bring us proves true you shall always have an honored place upon Kalee.” Denton was over flowing with confidence now. What he had brought was now taking seed with the barbarians. He knew they could be made to see reason, even if others had warned him against it. And if all went well soon the Muun and perhaps even the Empire would know fear, know that they should never have crossed Denton Vyle. With revenge now within his grasp he allowed a small grin of victory to crawl across his lips. “Very well, Lord Kais. If you wish I can remain on Kalee to help with recovery of the information. Or if you require nothing more I have left information on both disks should you need to contact me at some point in the future.” Kais suddenly looked upon Denton’s face again causing the man’s heart to skip a beat as the clan leaders menace again appeared. “You will be remaining on Kalee for the immediate future, but do not assume me so ignorant as being unable to view this information without your assistance.” Dyryk moved forward and took hold of the human by the neck and shoved him away from his shuttle. “You will remain on Kalee until this presumed wealth is in my hands. Consider yourself not so much a prisoner but as a guest unable to leave his quarters". Kais followed as Dyryk moved Denton along. "First I must offer prayers to the gods, and then I must travel to the ice world to claim this wealth. Upon my successful return you will be set free and terms you already laid out will be discussed.” Kais paused as Dyryk continued to shove Denton along toward the two building which served as a control center for the makeshift spaceport. “Of course, if anything you have told me turns out to not be true you will never leave Kalee again.” Kais turned to his other companion as Dyryk shoved the human into the two story command structure. He spoke in his own deep, growling language, “Myzai, summon my ship. We must leave soon to discover the truth of all this.” The spike haired Kaleesh hustled away from his master as Kais stood still near the landing field, gazing up to the stars. Perhaps the gods had brought his people a gift on this day, perhaps the time of the Kaleesh was not yet at an end. "Qymaen be praised." Thats it for the opening. Thanks, I'll have the next installment up in a couple weeks. Its titled The Supreme Commander and will involve Pellaeon and Saretti. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 4/18 1:23am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Denton kept reminding me of Gaius Balthar. With the glasses and the briefcase. In Denton's place I'd be extraordinarily frightened; the Kaleesh seem more than just a little scary. Now I'm wondering why Denton wants revenge? Intriguing start and I'd love to read more! -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/18 7:24am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Wow! A great start. Please PM me when you update if you're keeping a PM list. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 4/18 9:30pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Thanks for reading! Ceillean, you warm my heart with your Baltar comparison . I was actually thinking of James Callis's portrayal of Baltar while writing the character. I'm so pleased that kinda came through. Thanks! VaderLVR64, thank you for the kind words. I'll definitely PM you both when I update. Thanks again for reading! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/3 9:57am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 7/3 10:33am (2 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Sorry I've been away for so long. My computer got fried in late April and I just got my bright shining new one late last week. My posts for the past month have only been due to the kindness of family and friends allowing me to use their computers. Update: Old Men of the Empire " The Intergalactic Banking Clan alongside Holowan Fleet Systems is pleased to invite the Empire to be the first to view the future of warfare. No star systems will dare oppose the Empire with our new line of IG series droid controlled Battle Cruisers in the Imperial fleet. Welcome to the future today!" "If nothing else Holowan is certainly full of flash and grandeur," Gilad Pellaeon commented as the holo-advert flickered and vanished. The Grand Admiral, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet was seated in his office at the heart of the Empire, the city of Ravelin. Two other men, both senior Imperials as well, sat with him around the holo-table in their usual chairs, advising and offering guidance as they often did. This was another meeting of what for all intensive purposes was Pellaeon's inner circle. Many Imperial policies and ideas had started around this very table, with many of the galaxies finest Brandy's helping to provide inspiration. Moff Saretti leaned forward to set his glass down on the oval holo-table. As governor of the Braxant sector, the capital region of the Empire, he held a lot of power and his word carried tremendous weight within the Moff Council. "This is what this is all about," Saretti motioned toward the Imperial logo which made up the table's decorative surface. "The Empire. I certainly feel this offer is worth looking into. We have been looking for an answer to the YVH droids produced by Tendrano Arms for a long time now. These droids may be our best option, perhaps for both our army and navy." "But can these shifty Muun be trusted?" Sauld Reija was a small, slender man who had spent more than fifty years serving the Empire. He had started his career as a soft spoken technician and designer for Loronar, and later continued as an officer in the Imperial Fleet rising to the rank of Admiral within the Remnant. With age catching up to him seemingly more quickly more quickly than it had to his friend Gilad, he decided to take a desk job just before the war with the Yuuzhan Vong began. He was now director of the Imperial Military Reseach Division located in Moff Quille's Escii sector. "And if they can be trusted do we have any reason to believe this incarnation of the IG series will be more manageable than its predecessors? The 88 model was a complete disaster as you both know." "Our own efforts to construct military droids are something of a failure, Sauld." Pellaeon answered leaning back in his cushioned chair and crossing his legs. " We need technology like the YVH series to bolster our forces. Price is no object really if the quality is there." "No luck yet on purchasing some YVH droids directly from Tendrano Arms?" Ephin Saretti asked while stirring a spoonful of jhen honey into his brandy. "Acquiring those droids seems the obvious answer." Pellaeon leaned forward, lifting his Brandy glass and giving it a swirl, allowing the liquid to leg up the sides of the glass. He then quietly nosed the glass while in thought, "Beautiful aroma, leathery spice and vanilla I'd say. I must remember to complement the distiller and master blender one day." He set the glass down on the table and continued, "Apparently Lando Calrissian still holds some sort of personal grudge against our Empire. Perhaps he still has memories of Bespin and Nkllon leaving a sour taste in his mouth. Even if we can swing a deal with Tendrano I doubt we would receive models which haven't in some way been tampered with. Better to keep our droid army in house, so to speak." "I'm shocked Calrissian doesn't trust us," Saretti offered sarcastically with a sly smile. " Then our hopes rest with the Muun and Holowan for the time being," Reija said refilling his glass. " If Moff Quille would be more forth coming with resources prehaps I could get our own development back on track. But as it stands now he funnels most his resources into our new Strike Cruiser project, if not equal portions into his own accounts." "Quille has his eye on the Supreme Commanders position, Grand Admiral," Saretti added. "He gives you no credit and is an expert politician. Prehaps even better than myself." "That is why I have you to keep him in line my friend", Pellaeon answered with a coy smile, running his fingers over his thick, gray mustache. "Quille really doesn't concern me that much right now. He's efficient, thats what matters. If he is involved in illegal activities it will come to my attention sooner than later. There will always be Quille's and Disra's type, I've handled them before and will handle them again." "Holowan, despite my objections, it is then." Reija winced from a lifetime of aches and pains and he rose out of his chair. Draining what remained from the Brandy bottle into his glass he lifted it up to purpose a toast. "To the old men of the Empire, may the times ahead go more smoothly than the times past." "I'm not that old, gentlemen," Saretti grinned hopping up from his chair to join the toast. He was actually very fond of both Pellaeon and Reija, and veiwed Pellaeon as something of a hero and mentor. Even so it was a matter of principle and camaraderie that he remind the two old timers that he was only half their age. "But I share the sentiment. To the future of the Empire. To stability and order for the common good and an end to lawlessness in the galaxy." "Well said, young Moff," Pellaeon was now on his feet as well. "To two old men who've seen better days and one young man whose future is very bright." The glasses chimed together in unison. The men then finished their drinks, and another, and another, staying up late into the Bastion night. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/3 11:21am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Great update. I like your writing style, by the way. It gives a wonderful read. The update was nice. You don't often see Imperials just sitting around to talk -- and drink in this case. More soon? -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/5 4:17am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 6/22 1:56am (1 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Here comes Chapter 2 Mygeeto Kais had never seen a planet like Mygeeto before in his travels around the galaxy. The huge, luminous orb loomed like a glittering silver stone against the darkness of space. More like a distant star than a simple planet, even wars had not changed its beauty. Of course beauty was in the eye of the beholder, Kais mused. Ice covered the world from one hemisphere to the other and even the large Banking Clan settlements on the surface didn’t take from its overall appearance due to their sunken nature within the world’s ice shelves. It was a beautiful world, but Kais had also heard it was a deadly one. Vicious weather cycles could kill you very quickly if you got caught outside at the wrong time, in the wrong area. Temperatures never rose above freezing which made Kais wonder how life had ever started on such a world. Perhaps the world was not always the pearl of ice it now appeared to be. “Freighter Azalig, this is Mygeeto station. You are cleared to land in BC5. Do not alter your present course. A representative of the Banking Clan will meet you once you are ready to disembark. Please have your credentials available for inspection.” Kais sent an automated confirmation signal to the control center of Mygeeto Station and held the course of his elongated, rectangular, arrow headed freighter until the station’s tractor beam locked on to guide him into his berth. His ship was sleek and fast, lacking armament at a glance, but glances could be deceiving. That was just how Kais liked it. All around the orbital station was a flurry of activity. Mygeeto was a world rich in precious ore’s, mined and controlled by the Banking Clan, now no doubt in some partnership with the Empire. Amazingly Mygeeto and Muunilist both had continued to thrive under Imperial rule. Bastion had eased trade sanctions and wisely allowed the Banking Clan to continue to do what it did best, aiding and controlling fiscal and currency markets in the galaxy. The massive wedge shape of an Imperial Star Destroyer maneuvered lazily just beyond the planet’s outer hyperspace lanes, a visible deterrent for visitors looking to stir up trouble and a reminder to the Banking Clan of just exactly who was in charge of the system. Aside from the one cruiser the Empire appeared to have very little other visible presence around the planet. Several smaller Imperial capital ships were in the area but they all paled in comparison to the destroyer. The Banking Clan also maintained two old Munificent Class Frigates in orbit around the world. The skeletal, dagger like ships had been a staple in the Confederacy fleet during the Clone Wars and still served their owners faithfully after all these years, though very few remained of the thousands that were once produced. At about half the size of the Star Destroyer the star frigates were impressive in size, but far inferior to the Imperial Cruisers in terms weaponry and shielding. Kais was familiar with both classes of ships from his studies on Adumar. He was well educated for one of his people, his father had made sure of that once he came of age. A chieftain must learn how to best serve his people, his father had taught. You must learn the ways of the universe or our people will never be able to survive. To survive we must grow, to grow we must learn. Upon the shoulders of our clan this rests, as does the fate of our race. Kais had thought often of his father on this journey. This was what his father had prepared him for, his destiny. This was why he had been forced to spend some fifteen years away from his home, away from his people. Ironic it was that his absence from Kalee during those years was the reason he was still alive today. When the Imperials had unexpectedly bombarded his planet so many were killed, the once mighty Kaleesh race had been reduced to but a fading shadow. With his father killed in a vain effort to defend their home world, Kais had been forced to return, to pull together those who remained and help find a way for the Kaleesh to move forward as a people. Deception would be the key, Kais had decided early in those tragic days. The Kaleesh would need to appear as broken, un-influential beings, clinging to their own existence by the threads of a shattered past. Let the galaxy believe us weak, failing and desperate while we rebuild our foundation. Through deception and illusion we will maintain strength until we are ready to retake our place in the galaxy. Kais jai Sheelal had spent much of his life doing just what his father had envisioned. He had been hesitant to even return to Kalee when the human Denton had first contacted him, fearing it would be some sort of trick to draw him out. After much consideration he had decided to risk the meeting, cautiously intrigued by the human’s message. Few outsiders ever contacted Kalee anymore and the world served as more of a front for his people than anything else. A shield to keep the eyes of the galaxy occupied while the Kaleesh worked elsewhere, in secret, in safety. Kalee had to be maintained and kept inhabited for religious as well as deceptive purposes and eventually, when the time was right, would be the heart of the new Kaleesh civilization. The docking procedure went very smoothly, the Azalig was set down very gently in the center of the docking bay. This had become standard procedure for the Banking Clan; visitations by foreigners were tightly controlled for the security of the bank’s wealth on the surface. It would have been simple enough to arrange direct passage if one needed to but Kais wasn’t looking to ruffle any Fosh feathers, or spill any Banking Clan purses on his visit. Everything needed to appear legitimate and proper. He would appear as a lone traveler looking to claim an inheritance; of course he would not be nearly as alone as he appeared. This was far too important a situation to approach unprepared, without support. Two individuals awaited him within the dull, metallic docking bay’s airlock. Kais made his way down the Azalig’s portside landing ramp glancing in the greeting party’s direction, his clawed toes and heel lightly tapping against the cold metal. Hair braided back from his forehead, he had to admit he felt somewhat naked without his traditional mask, of course he didn’t need the mask for such work so it had remained on his ship. Kais was dressed plainly in the browns, reds and beiges of his people, trying to look civilized but not regal. His trousers were held in place by a large belt from which his ceremonial Lig hung. The Ancient blade was the only weapon he would carry for appearances sake, though he suspected it too would be confiscated when he reached the bank on the surface. Kais was careful to hold back his brown cape so the weapon was in plain view. On board the Azalig the ship’s only other occupant, a brownish white astromech droid, bleeped and whistled a good bye to its master and sealed the landing ramp shut as Kais stepped onto the deck. The Kaleesh leader then marched over with purpose toward his welcoming committee. Kais had immediately noted that the two were a strange pairing, likely representatives of the two separate entities who ruled Mygeeto. The taller of the two was a gray haired human in an equally gray Imperial officer’s uniform including a sidearm. He was wearing a permanent scowl on his face. The second was a small little white robed creature from a race Kais was not familiar with. Its features were roughly simian but with small clawed hands. It was well under a meter in height, really not much higher than Kais’s knee. “Welcome to Mygeeto, Master Sheelal,” the small creature said in squeaky but decent galactic basic. It waved its hand in almost comedic fashion, apparently completely unfazed by Kais’s size and fearsome appearance. “I hope your journey was a pleasant one. My name is Koosk, and I bring official greetings and warm feelings from the Intergalactic Banking Clan. We’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival and have been trying unsuccessfully to contact you for some time now.” The creature gave a deep bow, almost touching its hands to the ground. “I am honored to meet you, of course.” “And I am not,” the Imperial officer growled looking down with disdain at the little creature. “I don’t care who you are so long as you don’t cause trouble on this station.” The port officer scanned Kais's identity card through his portable data pad and then handed the card back to the hulking Kaleesh. Nodding his head as Kais’s clearance came through the officer turned and stalked away, the airlock door sliding open for him to exit. “Have fun with your…..appetizer,” he said from the door glancing back at Koosk. “I hear they barbeque up real nice,” his deep, rasping laughter was only silenced by the airlock door sliding shut. Koosk looked indignantly toward the closed airlock, his hands on his hips. “Well some people obviously don’t know their manners. I have half a nerve to just run up and kick his butt, I do. No respect for the Banking Clan those Imperials, none what so ever. I bet if he knew just how important I really am he wouldn’t treat me that way, hmmfff!” “Are you done little creature?” Kais gazed down upon the small Banking Clan representative with a raised eyebrow and slight scowl. He was far from amused by the little being, especially with the importance of his visit being so paramount. He was admittedly impressed that the little creature showed no signs of be intimidated in anyway by either himself or the Imperial. Kais was very used to frightened looks and extreme apprehension from the non Kaleesh that met him, not general light friendliness and good feelings. “I’m not a creature. I’ll have you know I’m a Mygeetan, born and raised, Master Kais. This is my peoples planet your gonna be visiting, I’ll have you know.” “Well, little Mygeetan, my time is precious and my patience is lacking. I have come to claim what is mine and the longer we stand around discussing Imperial etiquette the unhappier I will become. You don’t want to make me unhappy do you?” A silence hung in the air for a moment before Koosk responded. “Well of course not, that’s the last thing I’d want to do to you on this really, really big special day in your life. No, no, no, unhappiness will simply not do. You follow me; a shuttle is waiting for us you see, ready to take us down to the Dressian in Jygat. Everything is already prepared.” “So you ever been to Mygeeto before, Master Kais? It’s really nice, great vacation spots all over the place, though you will have to buy yourself a coat and some mitts. Boots too, those bare toes just won’t do, no they won’t. I can show you some shops if you like……..” Kais jai Sheelal, leader of the Kaleesh, followed the Mygeetan through the airlock in complete silence as Koosk continued to jabber on, seemingly without even pausing to breath. Patience was actually a strong suit of Kais's, but he did find himself hoping the shuttle ride to the surface would not be a long one. -------------------------------------To Be Continued------------------------------------------ -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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imperial_Warlord5 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 6/5 7:35am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 6/5 7:37am (1 edits total) Edited By: imperial_Warlord5
	intresting look forward for more, wonder if the banking clan will try to squrim there way out of paying up
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/5 12:17pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	“I hear they barbeque up real nice, Well, that's just mean. And here I thought Imperials had manners. I have come to claim what is mine and the longer we stand around discussing Imperial etiquette the unhappier I will become. You don’t want to make me unhappy do you Listen to the man, little creature. He seems dangerous, although very intriguing. I wonder what race Koos is from? And if all his people are as nervous? At least he strikes me as nervous since he won't be quiet. Poor Kais. Great update! -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/5 12:42pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	imperial Warlord5: Thanks for reading . The Banking Clan may indeed have a twist or turn for the Kaleesh....... Ceillean: You don't often see Imperials just sitting around to talk -- and drink in this case. Very true, infact they only ever seem to appear on the bridges of their warships, and never relaxed. I really liked Karen Traviss's portrayal of Pellaeon as a somewhat sophisticated gentleman in Revelation. It just seems like sitting around, relaxing with a drink would be something Pellaeon would be very likely to do after 80 plus years in the military. I wonder what race Koos is from? And if all his people are as nervous? At least he strikes me as nervous since he won't be quiet. Poor Kais. He's a Mygeetan , thats actually the name of his race according to the Wookiepedia , I'll expand his background a bit more in the near future. Koosk may yet prove useful to the Kaleesh chieftan....... Thanks again for reading. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/6 4:44am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Wow! You give this story a great sense of "being there" with your characters! Very descriptive and immediate, it draws the reader right in. Bravo on a job well done! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/11 12:43am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 6/11 12:45am (1 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Continued..... The shuttle trip to Jygat and the advanced genetic testing had proved relatively uneventful. The sunken city consisted of layer upon layer of platforms and buildings, built on and in the side of a mountain of ice. The Dressian Depository was beneath an ice shelf at the city’s highest elevated point, right below a plane of ice and snow which stretched to the horizon. Kais had half suspected the Banking Clan to in some way be dishonest with him and his confirmation as being of Qymaen’s bloodline would be the easiest way for them to accomplish that deceit. Yet nothing had happened, his lineage had been confirmed and he had quickly been moved to the next step in the process. The Muun had been professional and helpful thus far, still Kais was apprehensive and guarded. This was all a little too good to be true. Koosk had proven to be a fountain of information about any and every subject under Mygeeto’s three suns. The diminutive lemuroid was a legitimate representative of the banking clan, Kais’s personal banking representative. He was the senior most member of his race with the Banking Clan, and had risen as high as he ever could within corporation. He was very proud of himself as not that many years ago his people had been nothing more than slaves to the Muun, forced to work the ore mines and risk their lives for the profit of his employers. Koosk explained how the Mygeetans were the only sentient, indigenous race of Mygeeto. They had lived simple lives until the Banking Clan had come to their world. Cities like Jygat had actually belonged to the Mygeetan’s at one time, or at least the idea’s and sites of the cities had. The Muun had come with their greed and war machines and quickly enslaved his people. Knowing nothing of the outside universe Koosk’s people had no choice but to do what the Muun forced upon them. Kais found himself saddened by the story as it had similarities with the history of his own people, whom had been once enslaved by the Huk species. Yet the Kaleesh were very different from the little fur collared Mygeetans. They hadn’t stood by and allowed their enslavement; the Kaleesh had fought as the natives of Mygeeto should have, in Kais’s opinion. Better to die than live enslaved, forced to do the will of others. Kais was lead into a private office within the Dressian Kiolsh Merchant Bank with Koosk following closely on his heels. His sword had been confiscated when he entered the depository as he suspected it would be, still he was dangerous even when disarmed. The Muun were wise to give him a wide berth and fearful looks as they passed him in the halls leading to the large office. An ornate desk rested in the dead center of the room and the walls were covered by decretive curtains of gold with crimson trim. The lone Muun seated behind the desk wore spectacles on his long face and a suit which matched the décor of his office. He looked up as the two filed into his office, then went back to typing on his desktop computer system. “Come in and be seated, Master Sheelal,” the banker’s voice was measured and confident with a slight lisp. His long fingers finished typing on the keyboard and he turned his attention to his new client. “Please sit down,” he waved toward two hand carved wooden chairs just in front of the desk. “Wroshyr, the best wood in the galaxy. Those cost me dearly. The Wookies don’t take kindly to losing their trees.” A thin smile crossed the Muun’s face as he looked on his chairs with pride. “Your PBR forwarded the information of your claim already,” he looked toward Koosk with a frown as the lemuriod hopped up into one of the chairs. “Don’t scratch that chair, Mygeetan…” Koosk ignored the banker’s angry stare by looking inquisitively toward the room’s gleaming rock ceiling, a polished obsidian glass of some kind. “Look, Master Kais, I can see your reflection in the ceiling. Wow, I sure wish I had a ceiling like this…….” “I’m Director Sillin, the manager of this bank. When I saw the particulars of your inheritance I decided to handle your case personally. Your grandfather, Qymaen jai Sheelal, left you a rather large deposit in his will. I am very pleased you have come forward to claim it at long last.” “Knowledge of this wealth only recently came into my possession,” Kais answered choosing to continue to stand instead of taking the offered chair. “How do we begin?” “First I would like to escort you down into the depository.” The Muun rose from his chair to a height almost equal to Kais’s, yet there the similarities ended. Where Kais was wide and muscular, Sillin was slender and almost sickly. His pale complexion gave him a frightening appearance to Koosk, like one of the monsters that inhabited his den mother’s creepy campfire stories. “Follow me.” A secret door slid open on the wall behind the Muun as he motioned the pair to follow him. Sillin moved with the grace of an aristocrat who was never in a rush to get anywhere, his forearms and hands held up at a strange angle further adding to his monstrous appearance. Just within the hidden door was a cramped turbolift compartment lighted by one flickering orb on the lifts ceiling. The Muun punched a series of illuminated keys on the control board as Kais squeezed into the chamber, keeping his head at an angle so it wasn’t bumping the light. Koosk fit much easier but immediately began to sniff the air and glance around. “Smells funny in here,” he said while plugging his nose with the sleeve of his robe. “The smell of wealth and decadence,” Sillin offered. “My personal lift has seen little use in recent years.” The Muun pressed a last button and the lift door slid shut with a loud clank. “I suppose I should have it serviced at some point”. Koosk glared up at the banker with a mixture of anger and apprehension, trying to keep his nostrils covered as the lift hummed to life. With a lurch and a flicker of light the ride began, slowly at first but more rapidly after a few moments. Shadows playing across the Muun’s face made him look far more gruesome than Koosk hoped he really was. Into the depths of Jygat the trio descended, a trip far longer than Koosk would have liked it to be given the company and odor. With a thump the lift halted, jostling its passengers slightly as it reached the bottom of the turbo lift shaft. The door slid open with a creak revealing what looked to be a stone hallway, illuminated by several hanging, saucer shaped lights. Just at the corridor’s end, Kais could make out the opening to the depository, nothing more than an arch in the corridor really. “We have arrived,” Sillin stepped out of the lift and motioned for the others to do the same. A key suddenly appeared in the Muun’s hand as if by sleight of hand. Not a computer card of some sort but a physical skeleton key the color of bone. “Qymaen insisted on using this archaic method of locking his compartment, I can only speculate as to why.” Kais snatched the key from the banker and closely examined it. He found the Kaleesh markings upon it very quickly, instructions of how to bypass the safeguards Qymaen had put upon the deposit compartment himself. “I understand, Qymaen,” he whispered to himself. Though the key looked very ordinary, it actually did contain an advanced security feature the Muun were not aware of. “Apparently you have uncovered more from that key, than I. I suspected you would. Please go forth; your compartment number is 1138.” Kais gripped the key tightly in his hand and took a single step forward before turning to face Sillin. “You will go first, tall Muun, and remain in my sight at all times. I will not have this place be my tomb.” “So mistrusting,” Sillin shook his head, stepped past Kais and started down the corridor. “I would not lock you away down here. There would be no business sense in that.” Koosk had already wandered off to the turbolift’s right, his inquisitive nature getting the best of him as it always did. Staring straight up he suddenly caught his foot on something in the shadows and tumbled to the dusty rock floor. The skeletal remains of what once appeared to have been a human were looking right over at Koosk as he righted himself. Scrambling away from the bones and skull with a gasp he stuttered, “What exactly happened to that guy?” Sillin looked over from his location, several steps in front of Kais. His cool eyes narrowed and a thin smile flicked across his lips. “He was not good for business.” Koosk scrambled over and located himself close to the big Kaleesh’s right leg, grabbing onto the tail of his brown, faded cape. “I’m just gonna stay right here by you if that’s alright Master Kais?” The huge warrior did not respond, but didn’t protest either, so Koosk took that as an affirmative. The deposit chamber was lighted the same as the hallway, with one or two of the saucers no longer generating a glow of any kind. It was eerie, quiet and cold. The deposit compartments themselves varied in size and appearance, but all were in some way or another carved directly into the stone walls. “This is a very special section of the Dressian,” Sillin spoke quietly. “We allow those who do not trust our own safeguards to construct their own safe deposit compartments here, just as your grandfather did. This gives our most important customers an added sense of security, if they wish it.” The banker might as well have been talking to the wall because Kais didn’t care. He had a dual focus as they walked. He was both keeping track of the ascending numbers carved upon the safe deposit compartments, and was keeping a close eye on where the Muun was in relation to himself. He would not allow himself to be distracted from his task by anything, not the words of a sinister looking banker, or the Mygeetan tugging on his cape. Compartment 1138 was against a wall about half way through the cavernous deposit area. The metallic door stood only as high as Kais’s waist and had no decoration other than the key hole squarely in its center. Looking toward the Muun he took the key and used its sharp tip to slash open a small wound on one of the two thumbs on his right hand. Sillin winced and looked away as Kais dripped the blood into a small groove on the key. The inscription on the key had told Kais all he needed to know about how to gain access to his grandfather’s inheritance. His blood was the key, without his genetic code the lock could not be opened without activating whatever deadly traps existed, traps likely to kill a thief, and destroy the contents within. Kais dropped to one knee to insert the key into its hole, still keeping a close eye on his host. The key slid in easily and spun in a counterclockwise direction until a slight grinding noise was heard. After a pause while the hidden genetic computer tested Kais’s blood, the door hissed and swung open. Kais gazed in and for one of very few times in his life a smile formed on his tusked jaw. What he saw was not only his grandfather’s inheritance, but his grandfather’s legacy as well. Qymaen, be praised. More to come soon, thanks for reading! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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imperial_Warlord5 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 6/11 7:18am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 6/11 7:18am (1 edits total) Edited By: imperial_Warlord5
	intresting maybe the reason the banking clan hasent tryied anything is becuase they couldent get the door open to get at his family wealth
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/13 4:05am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Interesting. I love the way you're setting the scene for us here. Nicely done. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/13 6:23am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	You left us with a cliffie. What's the legacy I wonder? Sillin is creepy. He reminded me of Tarkin and Mr. Burns all mixed up together. And Koosd is growing on me. He is kind of cute. Great update! -----signature----- I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character Stress -- The reaction created when the mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living sh** out of somebody who desperately needs it http://ceillean.blogspot.com/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/13 11:12am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Imperial Warlord5: The Banking Clan are a slippery lot..... . Thanks for reading. VaderLVR64: This little story is starting to come together. Ceillean: Yeah, I thought it a natural cut off point. I've always found those Muun creepy, I like the Mr. Burns comparison, I was kind of thinking about how the monsters always chased Scooby Doo with their arms at weird angles as inspiration for my prominate Banker . Koosk is kind of a character I thought my daughter might like, though I don't know if she's old enough yet(at 5) to hear the story. Well work is interupting my writing but I hope to have an update in a day or two with yet another new OC, the last major introduction in the story. Thanks for reading! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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