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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 9/13/08 4:14pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/07
	Sorry I'm late Yes, I watch Lost, one of the better TV shows these days. I think it's the best show of all time Anyway, I was going to say that that vision reminded me a little bit of Locke seeing Horce's ghost (if that's what it is) cutting down a tree in season 4 Loved that part. you can imagine how Misael will react to Odyn's death. Still in a little bit of denial on that Many went into panic, as could be expected. Endless amounts of people ran, shoved, and even literally fought to make it to the higher levels, hoping against all hope that there would be some kind of way for them to get off-planet. Yeah, it must have just been one giant stampede. The truth was that her life used to hold so little meaning that Belira was nearly emotionless over the apocalyptic situation - Wow... -but then there she was, sitting on the sidewalk of an abandoned street, looking down to the duracrete pavement, littered and unattended to by any means, and the noises of strong pops and thumps erupted endlessly above her. They started out as distant sounds at first, but within a short time they became strong and forceful. All above and around her Belira witnessed buildings that had towered over her and covered her life in shadows come down, piece by piece. Great descriptions Until those coralskippers appeared over the buildings in which they were braking down into ruins, Belira hadn't ever really felt such a great desire to live. For the first time in her life she saw the sky and it's sunshine - and they were scorched in battle. So without thinking, without pondering or even feeling that ordinary sense of having no real care for herself that was the pitfall in her life, Belira ran like there was no tomorrow. The explosions commenced all above; platforms, speeders, and debris of ships and buildings came down all around her, some in small bits not even bigger than herself, but others as large as star cruisers. She spent an hour running until the attacks from all these battle ships and falling debris disappeared, and she was now once again under the cover of the shadows. Again, really vivid descriptions of the fall of Coruscant. But she kept on going alone. For the last few years alone was what she had been, her parents dead from common illnesses that went around the city's lower levels, and no real close friends or family members. It continued on like this for weeks; she scooped up food from anywhere: abandoned homes, empty dinning places, or trash areas even. Yeah, Belira had a pretty terrible life. Once inside wherever she now was, this stranger who seemingly saved her pulled Belira through a pitch-dark walkway. It had been Odyn who rescued her, and taken her to the Base. You have to find a way to bring Odyn back. He's just too awesome Great post, FORCEBlLADE I love Belira's backstory She's really an interesting character and I wonder how the announcement of Odyn's death will affect her. You're doing such a great job fleshing all these characters out. Terrific job Post more soon! -----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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FORCEBlLADE Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 9/14/08 7:37pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/14
	I put a lot of thought into these characters, giving them each different backstories and personalities. I'm glad you enjoy them. Chapter 15 "Where were they found?" supreme commander Nas Choka asked Zion. The latter couldn't help but grin as he explained to him how the group of infidels were sitting at a riverside where his party ambushed them, using half-a-dozen sirjours to keep them from escaping. "We did kill one in the ambush," he admitted. "I believe he was their leader, as it was the same infidel who led the raid on our are coralskipper crops last month." "Yes, we had lost a small handful of them in that raid, and when they were barely half grown." "So that makes it one less nuisance in their resistance," Zion concluded. The two Yuuzhan Vong looked over the yorik coral railing of the balcony they were standing on. Down below, the four infidels that had been captured were being led down a walkway into the holding facility, where all infidels were imprisoned until they either became sacrifices for the glory of the gods, or would be dump on heavily occupied New Republic worlds, as had been done on occasion to further overwhelm their resources in supporting it's citizens. "What shall we do with this group?" Zion asked his fellow supreme commander. "Because they could hold information as to the where their resistance's main of base of operations is located, we will hold them here until we can - extract the information from them." The Doug was at the front of the infidel group, snapping his mouth at Yuuzhan Vong who were watching them being escorted into their new residence. Both Nas and Zion watched them disappear into the entrance directly under the balcony; Zion couldn't help but sneer at the simple thing of merely looking at them. If they could just understand how foolish they were in their beliefs of technology, and other philosophies. Now, his people were put with the exhausting task of cleansing this galaxy of it all. What were these particular infidels on Yuuzhan'tar thinking? Over the course of the war, Zion had seen a small share of similar movement taking place in other planets after they were conquered by his people; some were crushed into failures, others still fought on broken limbs. Zion found it all amusing, really, that these people thought they could start a fight to liberate homeworld. Still, here on their former galactic capital, they were very organized, strong in numbers to an extent, creatively thinking, and trained combatants. Some in his ranks didn't put much concern into it, but Zion thought there was more to it. There was some sort of significant difference with this resistance, to the ones in most others to have occurred in other worlds. "I will like to take part in the extracting that information from them." Nas raised an eyebrow when Zion said this. He clearly noted his emphasizing on extracting. Yes, Zion didn't how hide he took such pleasure in delivering an enemy the torture they deserved, and the satisfaction in the getting the results wanted by his people. "I will see to it that this is so." He nodded. "Thank you. I know you have influence in our caste. I have always heard the whispers of you succeeding warmaster Tsavong Lah, if the situation ever calls for it. I would follow you into death without hesitance." "Thank you, Supreme Commander Tresma. Now if you will excuse me, I must take my leave." Zion simply nodded, and Nas Choka went back into the building through the balcony's wide doorway, walking down the corridor, and disappeared at the corner. Yes, he would make an honorable warmaster, but Zion was confident he himself would make a far better one, and had every intention of beating Nas for the title if the chance to succeed Tsavong Lah came for one of them to take. But still, the resistance movement worried him - not of the infidels defeating his people here on Yuuzhan'tar, but of how effectiveness they were resulting from their pitiful and meaningless acts of aggression towards them. The creatively invented booby traps, their well executed raids on small patrols parties and outposts, and the combat training they were possessing, however clumsy and unadjusted they were to it, seemed to come from somewhere of value. All this made Zion wonder what small secret advantage was it that they had, and other resistance movements unfortunately didn't. To better act against the infidels on Yuuzhan'tar, Zion had studied other infidel campaigns on planets conquered by his people; many were crushed quickly, and others were still ongoing for quite a long while, but very few were as strongly effective in their actions as the resistance taking place here. If he could recall correctly close to a year ago the planet of New Plympto was eradicated of all its life to end the growing resistance there. Zion remembered reading that the fighting had become too much of a strain for the Yuuzhan Vong forces, so it was deemed unworthy of so much effort on their part. When they settled on this, it was decided that it would be best to keep both sides from seizing the control over the planet, and they contaminated the entire New Plymto, rendering it uninhabitable. So what had occurred there that drove his people to take such drastic measures in ending the conflict in such a brutal way? Hadn't it been . . . Possibly? He needed to be sure. Zion walked back onto the building, moving through several long corridors before reaching the outside platform where his own personal ship, the Mylarz, was resting. It was a small thing, only twice as large as a coralskipper, and resembled one a great deal, except it had a long tail for stronger fire, as it released strong concentrations of magma missiles. Its nose also carried two nostrils for plasma bombs. Many infidel ships had proudly decimated to ashes and flaming debris under his ship. Zion entered into the cockpit where his personal qahsa, a spider creature that could contain large amounts of data, was resting on the control panel. He sat down on the pilot's seat, took out the biot with the genetic code to awaken the quahsa, in which it untangled its very long legs that hwld countless small patterns within them. He began searching through the long range of information he had in it on the handful of resistance movements in Yuuzhan Vong occupied planets. He looked into the New Plympto conflict, and found what he suspected: the strong and successfully constructed campaign had been founded and led by two Jeedai named Alema and Numa Rar. Reports were that though they had escaped the planet's destruction, they were soon afterwards attacked and killed by the voxyn, creatures constructed by Master Shapers who could detect, hunt, and obliterate the Order. Too bad that project was destroyed by the Order so soon after starting. Zion looked through other records and found the status of another resistance movement that was both still current and had various, but unconfirmed reports about a Jeedai being involved. Zion started looking through reports of any more that were known to have been on Yuuzhan'tar after its invasion. Everyone knew of the incident several months before that was believed to have involved a battle between several Force users, two presumably being the masters Luke and Mara Jade Skywalker themselves. It took a bit more of searching, but he found another report made by warmaster Tsavong Lah himself of encountering another Jeedai on the planet close to four months ago. He had recognized the human to be a man named Misael Lerus. This Force wielder had managed to evade capture from the warmaster and several dozen capable warriors with the assistance of a group of stranded Coruscanti infidels. Was it possible this Jeedai could still be on the planet and leading the resistance movement? Zion couldn't really be sure, but he was now resolved in finding out, and if it was in fact one of them, it meant he had the golden opportunity to hunt a Jeedai Knight down and kill him. Zion would become admired and berated with admiration if he killed the source and strength of Yuuzhan'tar infidel resistance, bringing absolute peace to their new home. If it is truly you, Misael Lerus, be ready to become the main hunt for an entire world of predators. First thing to do was learn everything that the Yuuzhan Vong intelligence had on this Misael Lerus, and then investigate on all the raids and resistance encounters on Yuuzhan'tar; perhaps there would be clues that had been overlooked telling of a Jeedai's presence. End Chapter -----signature----- "Once you start down the dark path, forever will itdominate your destiny." :Yoda "JEDI CONFLICT" http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/17951268/?13
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 9/18/08 3:11pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/14
	Nas Choka Cool Haven't seen him in awhile. The two Yuuzhan Vong looked over the yorik coral railing of the balcony they were standing on. Down below, the four infidels that had been captured were being led down a walkway into the holding facility, where all infidels were imprisoned until they either became sacrifices for the glory of the gods, or would be dump on heavily occupied New Republic worlds, as had been done on occasion to further overwhelm their resources in supporting it's citizens. That's not good "Because they could hold information as to the where their resistance's main of base of operations is located, we will hold them here until we can - extract the information from them." This might be worse... but at least that means they'll keep them alive, I guess. Zion simply nodded, and Nas Choka went back into the building through the balcony's wide doorway, walking down the corridor, and disappeared at the corner. Yes, he would make an honorable warmaster, but Zion was confident he himself would make a far better one, and had every intention of beating Nas for the title if the chance to succeed Tsavong Lah came for one of them to take. So we have another ambitious Yuuzhan Vong. This has a lot of potential To better act against the infidels on Yuuzhan'tar, Zion had studied other infidel campaigns on planets conquered by his people; many were crushed quickly, and others were still ongoing for quite a long while, but very few were as strongly effective in their actions as the resistance taking place here. If he could recall correctly close to a year ago the planet of New Plympto was eradicated of all its life to end the growing resistance there. Zion remembered reading that the fighting had become too much of a strain for the Yuuzhan Vong forces, so it was deemed unworthy of so much effort on their part. When they settled on this, it was decided that it would be best to keep both sides from seizing the control over the planet, and they contaminated the entire New Plymto, rendering it uninhabitable. So what had occurred there that drove his people to take such drastic measures in ending the conflict in such a brutal way? Hadn't it been . . . Possibly? He needed to be sure. He's clever. If the Yuuzhan Vong figure out this resistance is lead by a Jedi, they'll stop at nothing to find and kill Misael It took a bit more of searching, but he found another report made by warmaster Tsavong Lah himself of encountering another Jeedai on the planet close to four months ago. He had recognized the human to be a man named Misael Lerus. This Force wielder had managed to evade capture from the warmaster and several dozen capable warriors with the assistance of a group of stranded Coruscanti infidels. Uh-oh... Was it possible this Jeedai could still be on the planet and leading the resistance movement? Zion couldn't really be sure, but he was now resolved in finding out, and if it was in fact one of them, it meant he had the golden opportunity to hunt a Jeedai Knight down and kill him. Exactly what I was afraid of Wow, great post, FORCEBlLADE Zion is a great character and will make a great villain for this story This is definitely bad news for Misael though Zion not only figured out there was a Jedi leading the resistance, he figured out it was Misael Things are going to get ugly. Post more soon -----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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FORCEBlLADE Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 9/22/08 1:01am Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/22
	Oh thigns will get ugly, you'll see Zion go throught great lengths to get a hold of Misael. We'll be checking in on Char and his group soon also. Chapter 16 Kinsey stopped to stretch out her arms and pulled back her head to loosen her aching bones, letting the beaming sun momentarily blind her. A grouchy-attitude Uma lightly shoved at her, so she frowned but started steadily moving down the narrow ledge again. The ledge was on a long yorik coral spike,and they were hundreds of stories up; she dared to shakily move one eye down at the deep pit of black. They instinctively closed back shut tightly, and she mentally cursed at herself for doing that. "Don't look down, anybody," Tilsin cracked in front of her. "Too late," she yelped. "Well then . . . don't look down again." Kinsey stayed with her back against the wall, her head raised up to the sky, but not enough to get burned by the sunlight. Even though they would arrive back at the Base a day late, Kinsey was actually glad to have had an extra day out of the cramped up place. Truth be told, if this world had been some other planet, made out of a natural means and not altered by a disillusioned race, she would have liked being here-to an extent. Right now the group was traveling through a series of yorik coral structures of different sizes and shapes; all the wildlife and vegetation was in fact covering up the remains of the city's durasteel and permacrete buildings and skyscrapers. In her history classes Kinsey had read that Coruscant was in fact originally a world with a similar geological structure of Yuuzhan'tar. This was hundreds of thousands of years ago, supposedly, and most evidence supporting this was now buried deep down under the city that had been constructed over it. Most nowadays weren't really sure what the planet had been like before the time of the Old Republic. Some historians even believed Coruscant was where humans came from. When it came to history, though, Kinsey believed the only true history she could account for was the one she made for herself. Often, her father would tell her history was made to seem like something that wasn't the truth; a good example would be what the Empire made the former Jedi Order out to seem like tyrants. Her father had been a bit of a conspiracy nut with the economy, celebrities, big budget corporations; she had always thought him to be a crazy man-and now she would give anything to hear one of his unbelievably-insane theories. "We have a long bridge to cross from here," Misael announced from the corner of the spike. Kinsey stayed pressed against the wall until reaching the corner, where the bridge was settled on so they thankfully didn't need to walk on the ledge. The bridge was two meters long in width and what looked to be the length of a Star Destroyer, but they stayed in a straight line and walked steadily in crossing it. "I think I know where we are," Tilsin said when they were a quarter ways through. "We're in a vast jungle, of course," Uma remarked. "No, I mean I know what this place used to be before the invasion," he explained, pointing to a structure on their right of three other spike towers, each set in a row by size. "Those are the Cowel towers of the Howel building; they were built by the Holiscur Company, each tower is supposed to stand for the three steps motto of the company's: determination, deliberation, and dedication." "How do you know it?" Kinsey asked him. "Used to work there before I got my teaching degree." Tilsin shook his head when recalling this. "I felt like a slump mopping those floors; those guys were too cheap to get cleaning droids." "My grandfather used to work there," Kinsey revealed. "He would take me with him when my parents couldn't afford a babysitter. I would play in the maintenance level, but they had policies about taking family so I had to stay quiet and not be seen by anyone who wouldn't keep their mouths shut." "What are the odds of that?" Tilsin quirked. "You and me, in that same place. How long ago was it that your grandfather took you?" "I was six at the time." "I was working there throughout school, but once I got my degree a few years ago I happily quick that job. Still a nice little coincidence, though." "I suppose-" She became cut off by the familiar roar of what was possibly a dozen Yuuzhan Vong warriors. Kinsey looked passed Tilsin and Misael, to the end of the bridge, where there were a handful of them with amphistaffs raised. "Go back!" Misael yelled, to which they all obeyed, but Jiltha stopped at the lead after only turning back around and Kinsey saw why right away. There was another party of Yuuzhan Vong waiting at the other end, roaring the same cries. They were trapped. "Move to the middle!" Misael instructed. They continued down the bridge with the closer side of warriors giving chase. "They have us trapped," Jiltha said, raising her rifle but Misael yelled, "Don't fire any shots!" She glared at him in disbelief. "And what do you suggest we do instead-try and mingle with them. The only alternative I see is to take the fast trip to the bottom." All five of them simultaneously looked down over the edge at the long fall they would take if jumping from the bridge. "I don't suppose you've just now discovered you can fly, Misael," Tilsin tried to say with some bit of enthusiasm. "Wait Tilsin," Kinsey called, thinking back to what the two of them were talking about a minute before. "I remember always being able to see the Howel Building from this exact distance, and to get there my grandpa and I would take the train service." "Then that means we could be standing right on top of one," Tilsin said, now sounding very cheerful. "Misael, can you sense if there is one?" Jiltha asked, while keeping her rifle aimed up at the Yuuzhan Vong who were taking some time in reaching them, obviously wanting to torment their preys. "Yeah, there's a lot of durasteel right below us that I can sense." While still looking at the pursuing warriors, Kinsey heard Misael's lightsaber ignite, and begin burning through the yorik coral floor. Short of a minuet later, the two Yuuzhan Vong parties were coming close to meeting at the middle where they were, but Misael finished making a small opening into the dark interior of the bridge, and started helping the rest of them through, one-by-one. Kinsey went in after Tilsin, Jiltha and Uma then followed; Misael was last, but they heard a few swings of his lightsaber and the cries of one or two warriors before he jumped into the dark space that wreaked of melted metal and rotten meat. "Get moving," Misael ordered as his blade disappeared into the dark. So they went down the train in the direction they had been going outside. Kinsey grabbed the top of a seat on each side as she moved down the cart to keep her direction straight, becoming more and more drenched in sweat from the heat this train had been containing, thanks to its hard covering. Their own clattering of flustered running down the rough floor amplified as at least several warriors crawled into the train from the opening. "Does anyone know where we're going?" Uma asked, sounding to be a bit far behind Kinsey. "The train is entirely covered up, and they probably have all sides surrounded." "I thought about that, already," Misael replied. "Everyone stop and hang on to something." "What!" Jiltha yelled. "Just brace yourselves!" Being a trustful soldier, Kinsey stopped running and found a bar to one of the seats that was still well intact to the floor and ceiling just in time. The cart began to violently rock to all sides, making her realize what Misael had planned. Suddenly she felt like she was going to throw up. The absolute darkness of the cart began to crack open bits of light from the bridge; every second it rocked more and more of it broke apart by small bits pieces. The Yuuzhan Vong could be heard growling and cursing in their own language; Kinsey looked over the others behind her, catching sight of half a dozen warriors freely tumbling from side-to-side as the cart continued to move, now unable to approach them any further. Loud cracks of durasteel then started sounding out from both sides of the cart. By the sound of it, it seemed like the entire train was breaking off from the track, plus as it tipped over backwards on them, causing that entire part of the yorik coral covering to cripple apart, letting the day's piercing light into the train. Kinsey shut her eyes closed, feeling her insides twist uncomfortably as she heard the train break off from the track completely; the force of gravity pressing her body against the bar. There was also more durasteel that was breaking apart, which got Kinsey to crack open her eyes a bit to see the last attached cart to one side of them become detached and disappear above them. She couldn't get herself to move any bit of her body, so all that was in her sight was Uma holding on to another railing and the bit of the cart's walkway leading o the exit, showing a Yuuzhan Vong structure in a zoom as they continued their descent downward. The fall, though, soon seemed to be slowing down a bit. Kinsey momentarily thought she was imagining it but then came to the conclusion that it was Misael's doing. The sun's light began disappearing quickly, indicating they were going down into the jungle's underlevels; then the cart started crashing through the edges of the jungle's structures, eventually scratching through those sides for a small amount of time until being tightened into a complete stop. None of the resistance members moved for a long time. Kinsey stayed hanging to the bar, being far too in shock and afraid to let go, but the heavy growls of Yuzhan Vong got her to twist her head around to where there was a trio of motionless warriors on the cracked windows, and there were another three others who had stood up and started moving towards them again. All the others dropped onto the windows of the cart which were facing down to the bottom of the pit, showing a long and dark river with a fast moving stream. "I don't have enough in me to move this thing anymore," Misael said in a long huff of breath, and he was supported by the cart sliding a bit farther down. Jiltha came up next to Kinsey to pull her down, though she was a bit resistant. "Then there's one other choice, besides crashing down with this thing." "Oh no," Kinsey yelped when seeing Misael wave one hand out, making all the windows everyone was standing on, including the warriors, cracked and after a nightmarishly-long moment, broke away. Jiltha kept Kinsey in an embrace the entire time they fell, and Misael was doing his best to slow them all down, but the trio of Yuuzhan Vong roared out as they disappeared below them into the water. The resistance team followed seconds later, and Kinsey managed to take one deep breath before crashing through the freezing-pierce water. Kinsey broke away from Jiltha's hold to push with both her arms and legs in order to get back up to the surface; she could feel the stream moving her along with the others, so she figured it best to find them dry land before they possibly ended up at a waterfall. When she got her head out from the water, but didn't see anyone else; she had to spit out locks of her dripping hair from her mouth before yelling out for the others. It seemed like a long time before both Tilsin and Uma's upper bodies popped out in front of her. "Where's Jiltha and Misael?" Tilsin asked over the water's roaring stream. "I don't know. Jiltha was with me, but I lost sight of her." The trio soon sunk back down into the water when they unexpectedly went down a small drop of what was probably three meters. Once they all swam back up, they managed to come in close to each other and take one of the other's hands. "I think I saw Jiltha down there," Tilsin gasped. "She looks hurt. I'm going down to get her." "Wait . . ." Uma started to say, but she didn't continue after he let go of both their hands and dropped his entire body back into the water. The two of them continued moving with the stream and wrapped both arms around each other. "So you see anywhere for us to get off?" Kinsey asked. "Up ahead." Uma nodded behind her. Kinsey twisted her head around to the yorik coral wall surrounding the river, where there was a small stomp of ground leading up a pathway to a higher level, but could they wait for Tilsin to return with Jiltha? And what of Misael? He couldn't be . . . Behind Uma two figures jumped from under the water; it was Tilsin with Jiltha, thankfully. He was holding her tightly in one arm, as she was seemingly unconscious, and pushing against the water with the other. "Follow us!" Kinsey told him. They pushed through the water as fast as they could before the stream took them too far away from the pathway. Kinsey first got one hand onto the hard ground, and then pulled the rest of her body out of the water. Uma followed and they pulled Jiltha up from Tilsin's hold. He was about to crawl onto the ground with them, but then shrieked before suddenly being dragged back under the water, disappearing completely. "Tilsin!" Both Kinsey and Uma yelled. They looked in all the directions of the river to desperately try and find him, but the water was not clear or see through. Moments later, though, he popped up in the middle of the river and not alone: but it was a Yuuzhan Vong with him rather than their missing fifth member, like Kinsey had hoped during the instant that they had appeared. The two of them were locked arm-in-arm, trying to wrestle one another back into the underwater. "I'll go help him," Uma said, but then a third person came out from the water right beside them. Kinsey breathed a little easier in seeing that it was Misael. The Jedi grabbed the warrior's arm, which was about to come down on Tilsin's undefended head, and in a twisting movement rendered it unusable. He then swung his free hand onto his face, releasing the warrior's hold on Tilsin, after which Misael took him in both arms and threw the Yuuzhan Vong's entire body out of the river, tossing him up into the air as if he were a laserball. The warrior crashed head-first onto the wall and fell back into the water, not emerging back up. Misael and Tilsin then swam back to the rest of them with all their strength, and once they reached the shore both men slumped onto their backs, heaving rapidly from both their mouths and noses. "How's Jiltha?" Tilsin asked. On her knees, Kinsey stepped over to her still unconscious form, carefully raising her head to look at the small bruise in the back; there was not too much blood and in looking at her stomach, which was calmly rising up and down, it looked like she was out of harm's way. "She'll be all right." Kinsey fell on back in front of Uma, who stayed sitting up. "At least we got a little refreshed, right?" Uma said, and they couldn't help but burst out in laughter. End Chaspter -----signature----- "Once you start down the dark path, forever will itdominate your destiny." :Yoda "JEDI CONFLICT" http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/17951268/?13
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 9/23/08 4:07pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/22
	Oh thigns will get ugly That's what I was afraid of "Don't look down, anybody," Tilsin cracked in front of her. "Too late," she yelped. "Well then . . . don't look down again." lol Her father had been a bit of a conspiracy nut with the economy, celebrities, big budget corporations; she had always thought him to be a crazy man-and now she would give anything to hear one of his unbelievably-insane theories. Sounds like quite a character. She became cut off by the familiar roar of what was possibly a dozen Yuuzhan Vong warriors. Kinsey looked passed Tilsin and Misael, to the end of the bridge, where there were a handful of them with amphistaffs raised. Uh-oh "Go back!" Misael yelled, to which they all obeyed, but Jiltha stopped at the lead after only turning back around and Kinsey saw why right away. There was another party of Yuuzhan Vong waiting at the other end, roaring the same cries. They were trapped. "Wait Tilsin," Kinsey called, thinking back to what the two of them were talking about a minute before. "I remember always being able to see the Howel Building from this exact distance, and to get there my grandpa and I would take the train service." "Then that means we could be standing right on top of one," Tilsin said, now sounding very cheerful. "Misael, can you sense if there is one?" Jiltha asked, while keeping her rifle aimed up at the Yuuzhan Vong who were taking some time in reaching them, obviously wanting to torment their preys. "Yeah, there's a lot of durasteel right below us that I can sense." While still looking at the pursuing warriors, Kinsey heard Misael's lightsaber ignite, and begin burning through the yorik coral floor. Short of a minuet later, the two Yuuzhan Vong parties were coming close to meeting at the middle where they were, but Misael finished making a small opening into the dark interior of the bridge, and started helping the rest of them through, one-by-one. Kinsey went in after Tilsin, Jiltha and Uma then followed; Misael was last, but they heard a few swings of his lightsaber and the cries of one or two warriors before he jumped into the dark space that wreaked of melted metal and rotten meat. "Get moving," Misael ordered as his blade disappeared into the dark. Awesome The absolute darkness of the cart began to crack open bits of light from the bridge; every second it rocked more and more of it broke apart by small bits pieces. The Yuuzhan Vong could be heard growling and cursing in their own language; Kinsey looked over the others behind her, catching sight of half a dozen warriors freely tumbling from side-to-side as the cart continued to move, now unable to approach them any further. Loud cracks of durasteel then started sounding out from both sides of the cart. By the sound of it, it seemed like the entire train was breaking off from the track, plus as it tipped over backwards on them, causing that entire part of the yorik coral covering to cripple apart, letting the day's piercing light into the train. Great descriptions He was about to crawl onto the ground with them, but then shrieked before suddenly being dragged back under the water, disappearing completely. "Tilsin!" Both Kinsey and Uma yelled. They looked in all the directions of the river to desperately try and find him, but the water was not clear or see through. Moments later, though, he popped up in the middle of the river and not alone: but it was a Yuuzhan Vong with him rather than their missing fifth member, like Kinsey had hoped during the instant that they had appeared. The two of them were locked arm-in-arm, trying to wrestle one another back into the underwater. This just keeps getting worse! The Jedi grabbed the warrior's arm, which was about to come down on Tilsin's undefended head, and in a twisting movement rendered it unusable. He then swung his free hand onto his face, releasing the warrior's hold on Tilsin, after which Misael took him in both arms and threw the Yuuzhan Vong's entire body out of the river, tossing him up into the air as if he were a laserball. The warrior crashed head-first onto the wall and fell back into the water, not emerging back up. Awesome Great post, FORCEBlLADE Loved the escape. Very exciting. I'm glad everyone seems to have made it through in this one. Misael was really spectacular. Can't wait for the next post to see what happens next -----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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FORCEBlLADE Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 9/28/08 1:54pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/29 - Date Edited: 9/28/08 1:55pm (1 edits total) Edited By: FORCEBlLADE
	I wanted to have a scene where Misael used his Force powers excessively, and the whole falling train scenario I got from the movie Wanted. Glad you enjoyed it. Chapter 17 Arial was kneeled down on both legs, watching Char take a heavy breath during the few seconds he had before the Yuuzhan Vong, Zion Tresma, swung his first into the Dug's face once again. Char's mouth flapped out from the force of the punch, spilling away blood that fell onto the floor, where blood had already stained into it within the last hour. Zion took a few steps from side-to-side before spinning down the same arm to hit Char in his thin and already bruised up stomach. All Char did was groan a little bit like before, but he now also fell to the floor face down. His interrogator wouldn't have it, though, and picked him up with the same hand he had been using for the last ten minutes, which was stained in blood of both his and his torture victim. This form of interrogation had only started today. She was hauled into this small-windowless room that had little lichen lighting, was put down at the wall and strapped onto the floor from her legs with blorash jelly. Char was then brought into the middle of the room, and they were then left alone for a short while to contemplate what game they were playing on them now. Then the Yuuzhan Vong who had captured them entered-and without a word began to senselessly beat at Char, with a bound Arial for an audience. It was only a matter minutes into the beaten that she had began to cry, her wrists fighting against the blorash jelly that held them behind her back. She yelled for him to stop, but Zion said nothing. All he did was continue punching Char, stopping for a few short minutes, and then starting it all over again. He was obviously holding back to keep Char alive, but become damaged. The Dug, however, was resilient thanks to his species' naturally aggressive personalities. Still, he couldn't hide the fact that he was in severe pain, and he would not be able to keep the tough guy persona alive forever. Zion picked him up by the shoulder so as to toss him to the wall, to which Char slid down from to the floor, managing to remain seated up. "Please stop!" she shouted to the Yuuzhan Vong. It was menacing. He wasn't even asking either of them any questions. Were they now simply giving them what they considered to be punishment for being 'infidels', as they called them. Zion didn't continue, like she expected. Instead, he looked over to her feeble form, bounded down, and stripped into small garments that only covered her chest and lower torso. "I have only been hurting him for an hour," said growled with his hissing voice. "You have been in our captivity for ten days. Others of your galaxy endured our torture for months at a time. Are you that afraid of pain?" She forced herself to face him rather than briefly glimpse up at his spiked face. "I'm in pain because of seeing you torture him." The warrior looked between his two prisoners several times, as if not being able to understand the means of her statement. "I am giving him a taste of pain, which connects us deeper to the Gods," he explained, raising his gaze up to the ceiling with his arms a little bit raised, too. "Your friend is clearly enjoying it, clearly noticeable by his milled laughs." "I laugh at the fact that you can't break me down, kualouh," Char spat from his blood-filled mouth. Arial examined her friend further: his face and chest were terribly bruised, an eye was swollen, and he was holding onto one of his flapping arms with the other, indicating it was broken. Zion appeared to sneer at him for a quick moment, seemingly aware of the word koalouh being an insulting name. "When will any of you begin to cooperate? Once you give us information, any ounce of helpful insight as to the operations of your resistance, and we could give more comfort to your situation." "Then what?" she said to him vilely. "You go to a hideout that we tell you about and you kill the people there?" "Forget it," Char added under his exasperated breathing. "You might as well get back to the mindless beating. Just so you know, though, the more you do it, the angrier I'll get, and the worse it will be on somebody-possibly you if I get the chance." In saying this, Arial saw Zion wiggling the spiked-fingers on both of his hands. "I wouldn't say a word to you, either," she said. "My husband and I weren't soldiers. We weren't politicians, or any kind of people that were involved with the war. You changed that when you came here, and destroyed my home, and killed my husband. Now you've made enemies of me and so many others who wouldn't think of cooperating with you." Zion was now looking down at her, almost glaring in interest, really. The tall Yuuzhan Vong walked up to her in two steps, kneeled down to meet her eye level with those yellow-colored and red-veined pupils, which seemed to burn at her own eyes, and silently stared at her for a very long-scrutinizing minute. "We'll be able get something out of one of you, eventually" he said in a hush. He stood back up and walked out of the room through a red-arced membrane, Two other warriors then stepped in, one removed the blorash jelly holding Arial to the floor, and lifted her up by the arms to pull her out of the room; the other warrior who was carrying Char followed behind. As they carried the two of them through the long and dark corridors, Arial barely exercised her legs, or looked behind her to Char. It all seemed so hopeless, now. What did it matter if they had been captured and brought to the Yuuzhan Vong's prison facilities as planned? It cost them Odyn's life, and from what Arial and the others were able to observe about the place, it was impenetrable. There were round-the-clock guards in the inside and the outside of the facility. Creatures that were the security systems, watching for any sign of attempting escapees, would sound out at the fist sighting of an attempt to break out. Two days before leaving, Misael and Odyn had asked them to volunteer for what they categorized as a suicide mission. From the reconnaissance Must's team had one, that had included Arial, they knew the routine patrols a party of Vong took near their palace. So the plan had been to put a small group of the Watchtower team out in the open where they could be spotted, and become captured. Then they would map out, obtain as much information as possible on the Yuuzhan Vong prison facility, and learn of their activities with captured New Republic citizens. Stella had been the first to speak out on this, asking what use this would be if they would be in Yuuzhan Vong custody. Misael and Odyn simply told them that there was a plan for that-a risky one-but a plan to rescue them, and others, none if possible. So Arial, Stelia, Crong, Char, and Odyn volunteered to be the team. When Arial herself brought up the possible of any of them dying during this mission, Odyn was the one to say that this would be a stepping stone in the resistance, and it couldn't be ignored as a priority, so they needed to be willing to make that sacrifice. I hope your sacrifice was worth it, Odyn. Outside of the captured group, only Misael, and Beaumas knew of the plan feeling it would avoid much debate from the others in the resistance. Arial was inclined to leave Murey out in the dark, especially, knowing he would volunteer along with her. Ever since her husband, Altz, died during the invasion he had assigned himself as her protector. While she found it touching and was grateful for his caring, she felt the need to become her own bodyguard. What good would she be if it was always her that needed looking after? That's why she went along with this half-insane mission. Now they were in their tenth day of their imprisonment, and what they seemed to be coming to understand was that there was no breaking out, no matter what Misael and Odyn had planned. It had been a good idea, she would give them that. She and Char were brought a dead end of one corridor, and the blorash jelly was removed off her hands. To the right was the opened doorway of the cell that they had been staying since their arrival, when they being interrogated. Crong and Stelia were already back inside; he was as badly bruised as Char, and lying down on a hard yorik coral bunker at the corner, with Stelia kneeling down beside him stroking his head. This meant they must have gone through the same tactics Zion Tresma had tried on Arial and Char. When the door closed behind them, Arial helped Char into the bunker next to Crong, and began feeling through his new injuries; he yelped or groaned every time she touched a weak spot, which was more times than she liked hearing. "How much longer can we take this?" Stelia asked feebly. "Give it time," Char growled under his pain. "They'll come for us, you'll see." "I hope so," Arial said, as she began to carefully rub at one of his bruises. She looked over at the three small brick opening on the wall, opposite to the door, where a bit of light was creaking through. The day was ending, again, and for now they would get to rest. If there was darkness, there was always some light. She hoped that was true, and those weren't just merely some words of comfort. End Chapter -----signature----- "Once you start down the dark path, forever will itdominate your destiny." :Yoda "JEDI CONFLICT" http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/17951268/?13
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 9/28/08 7:31pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/29
	Arial was kneeled down on both legs, watching Char take a heavy breath during the few seconds he had before the Yuuzhan Vong, Zion Tresma, swung his first into the Dug's face once again. Char's mouth flapped out from the force of the punch, spilling away blood that fell onto the floor, where blood had already stained into it within the last hour. Poor Char He was obviously holding back to keep Char alive, but become damaged. The Dug, however, was resilient thanks to his species' naturally aggressive personalities. Still, he couldn't hide the fact that he was in severe pain, and he would not be able to keep the tough guy persona alive forever. Zion picked him up by the shoulder so as to toss him to the wall, to which Char slid down from to the floor, managing to remain seated up. "Please stop!" she shouted to the Yuuzhan Vong. Zion is trying to break Arial and I'm not sure she realizes it yet. "I am giving him a taste of pain, which connects us deeper to the Gods," he explained, raising his gaze up to the ceiling with his arms a little bit raised, too. "Your friend is clearly enjoying it, clearly noticeable by his milled laughs." "I laugh at the fact that you can't break me down, kualouh," Char spat from his blood-filled mouth. Good to see Char still has some fight in him Stella had been the first to speak out on this, asking what use this would be if they would be in Yuuzhan Vong custody. Misael and Odyn simply told them that there was a plan for that-a risky one-but a plan to rescue them, and others, none if possible. Interesting I hope your sacrifice was worth it, Odyn. Me too That's why she went along with this half-insane mission. Now they were in their tenth day of their imprisonment, and what they seemed to be coming to understand was that there was no breaking out, no matter what Misael and Odyn had planned. I know Misael will come up with something Great post, FORCEBlLADE Glad we finally get to see what's happened to the resistance members taken prisoner, but man are things looking bad for them Poor Char! Poor Arial for having to watch it all I wonder what Odyn and Misael's plan was in this situation and if it can still be enacted with Odyn dead You did a good job with the torture scene and Arial's reaction to it all. Post more soon! -----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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FORCEBlLADE Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 10/12/08 12:18pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 9/29
	The rescue attempt is still a little while's off, so you'll have to be patient. Chapter 18 Even though Misael and his group were supposed to have returned eight days ago, Beaumas was remaining positive about them still being alive. Almost everyone else in the Base, however, was saying they should put together a memorial service for them. But she wouldn't have it. They were alive. Beaumnas knew this without a doubt in her mind. She kept being told that this was wishful thinking; in the past others had hoped that someone they knew would return from assignment, but were sadly proven wrong when those people didn't return. This wasn't wishful thinking, though. Every bone in her body was saying that they were still alive. Maybe it was the Force or something, but it was just what she believed, and nothing would make her think otherwise. So the only thing to do was wait. Beaumas couldn't ask anyone in the resistance to risk their lives to go find them. It wasn't part of the protocols they had put together for situations like these. So they continued on with their operations. Much of their manpower and limited resources were being put to further expand their underground tunnels. As of now, they allowed them to travel short distances without needing to trek into the jungles, but it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t easy making them safe. They had lost several resistance members in the last few months since beginning on these tunnels. A few were due to bad inhalation of the ground's bacteria, and others to the structures collapsing on them. Some wondered if it was worth the work, but most others felt it was an important task to undertake. Beaumas spent the last day with five others working on one of these tunnels. They managed to cut open another hundred meters by the time they knew night had fallen and retired. "I think my arms are about to go numb," she said when falling down to the floor at the entrance from the tunnel to the Base, and dropping the vibroaxe she had been using. "I have new found pity for the miners of Kessel." Ottis and Stamos sat down opposite to her on the entrance while the others continued on back to the water faucets for bathing. "I feel like going back to smoking death sticks," Ottis remarked, rubbing off dirt that was all over his face. "It smells better." "At least you don't get addicted to this," Stamos told him. Ottis sneered at him, clearly not appreciating the joke on his past as an addict, but he was letting it go. Beaumas figured he was giving Stamos sympathy over his recent loss. It had been over a week since his brother had died, but Beaumas knew, from the words of others who slept close to Stamos' quarters, that he wasn't sleeping much now. Besides the Jorken's destruction, and Misael's team unaccounted for, the resistance was stretching itself out in making contact with all of their cells, to keep themselves frequently updated on each other's status. Unfortunately, another cell was discovered a few days after the Jorken; though it had only half as many the numbers, the destruction was no less brutal. A skull had been placed on the remains of a droid as a sign of warning by the Yuuzhan Vong. There had also been no survivors from this base. Beaumas had known two people from there, both had been in the Base before being transferred into the small cell as it's heads. Caril had been a captain in the military until being stranded on Coruscant during the invasion, and Sacroul - well, she didn't even know anything personal about his life. This also made it six resistance cells discovered in the last six weeks. What if the Watchtower outpost were found. They couldn't make any communications with it until their HoloNet systems were repaired. "What are you thinking of?" Stamos asked her. She was confused for a moment. "What?" "You were gazing away. You had to have had your mind on something." "Oh, I was just wondering about Odyn, and his team. Hoping that they're all safe." "I'll admit that I wasn't brave enough to volunteer for that outpost," Ottis said. "It's a bad spot to pick, being so close to Simrra's palace." "Supposed palace," Stamos corrected. "We can't be sure if the whispers are true. Some say that this Supreme Overlord isn't even on planet, yet." "True. The Vong could just be trying to get us to make some desperate attack." "And take a whole bunch of us out," Beaumas added. "We could at least go for the Warmaster," Stamos suggested. "If we were to make a move like that, it would be best to do it with Misael," she told them, which made the two men frown at one another. They were obviously thinking that she was talking a fantasy. Yes, it had been over a week since they were supposed to have come back, but again, she couldn't disregard her certainty in their Jedi leader and his team's survival. Eventually, Stamos spoke out. "Look, Beaumas, I know you have a lot of faith in what our Misael can do- " "It isn't so much faith as it is trust," she corrected him. "Hasn't he proven, time and time again, how good he is at keeping himself and others alive in the worst of circumstances?" "But you can't say he's invincible. Even he prepared us for the scenario where he wasn't here anymore." She sighed, not knowing how she could make them understand. "Look. I just know they're alive. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. Have some faith in me." Stamos looked at Ottis, probably for some support in consulting her, but he shook his head. "Forget it, I always try to avoid choosing sides, and just wait to see how things go." "You mean see who will end up being right?" Beaumas asked. The man innocently smirked. "It works on my account." "Beaumas, just don't forget how things will go if worst comes worst regarding Misael's team," Stamos told her. "Fine." But she wasn't going to budge, whether they were captured or held up somewhere out there in Yuuzhan'tar's jungle, she knew they were alive. All that was left was for them to make it back and prove it everyone else here. End Chapter -----signature----- "Once you start down the dark path, forever will itdominate your destiny." :Yoda "JEDI CONFLICT" http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/17951268/?13
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YodaKenobi Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 10/16/08 7:59pm Subject: RE: Coruscant's Stand - OC/NJO Updated 10/12
	So they continued on with their operations. Much of their manpower and limited resources were being put to further expand their underground tunnels. As of now, they allowed them to travel short distances without needing to trek into the jungles, but it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t easy making them safe. They had lost several resistance members in the last few months since beginning on these tunnels. A few were due to bad inhalation of the ground's bacteria, and others to the structures collapsing on them. A good idea, but definitely dangerous. "I feel like going back to smoking death sticks," Ottis remarked, rubbing off dirt that was all over his face. "It smells better." "At least you don't get addicted to this," Stamos told him. lol Unfortunately, another cell was discovered a few days after the Jorken; though it had only half as many the numbers, the destruction was no less brutal. A skull had been placed on the remains of a droid as a sign of warning by the Yuuzhan Vong. They're certainly barbaric "Oh, I was just wondering about Odyn, and his team. Hoping that they're all safe." Boy is she going to be disappointed... But she wasn't going to budge, whether they were captured or held up somewhere out there in Yuuzhan'tar's jungle, she knew they were alive. All that was left was for them to make it back and prove it everyone else here. Beaumas' faith in Misael is touching. I hope he doesn't let her down in the end. Great post, FORCEBlLADE Nice to see what is going on back at the Resistance's hideout. Can't wait to find out what you've got coming next -----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,