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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/20/00 4:34am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Yeeehaaah!! Okay, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I only just now discovered this story and have spent the last hour and a half reading it. And I love it very very much! So lets have some more!! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/20/00 5:26am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Sorry about appearing so stupid, Gryph. I naturally assumed that Qui-Gon would notice it was missing and make sure his apprentice got it back before they set out in the first place, as a light saber is an essential part of Jedi equipment, more so than boots or belts. Also, I thought Obi-Wan would eventually remember that he didn't have it to begin with. But carry on with the story, and never mind my ramblings. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/20/00 6:41pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Jedi Gryph Grin eek.gif I must humbly apologize for losing track of this story. redface.gif But now that I've reestablished a connection may I ask a favor? Post soon.
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 3/20/00 8:12pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Jane Jinn, not your fault, I just wasn't clear enough, thanks for staying with me on this story. And HealerLeona, here ya' go! Let me know what ya'll think. ******** Rela glanced over her shoulder as she and the two Jedi walked swiftly down the darkened corridor. The stranger behind them had neither gained nor lagged in distance, he was just far enough behind that his features were unidentifiable. Force, she thought to herself, I don’t even know for sure if he is even following us. He may just be returning to his quarters after the evening meal. Still...better to be safe than sorry...or dead. “Charsa,” Rela hissed to the silver maned Jedi ahead of her, “can you sense anything from that guy back there?” “His mind is closed to us,” Kason said before his master could reply, “all I get is a sense of purpose, no clue as to what that purpose might be.” Charsa looked back and fixed her silvery gaze on the diminutive young woman behind her. “Rela, what’s got you so worked up?” “Just a feeling,” Rela replied quickly, glancing behind her again, “I may not have the force like you guys, but my trusty trouble bump is itching like crazy. It’s saved me more times than I care to count, and I know way better than to ignore it.” Rela noted that they were quickly approaching the Jedi’s assigned quarters. “Charsa, get your key card ready. We need to duck into your room as soon as we get there. If we’re lucky, our friend will just pass on by and we can leave as soon as he’s gone. If we’re not so lucky...” “We’ll be trapped,” whispered Kason. Scant seconds later, they arrived at the door to room 7476. Charsa quickly slid the key card through the reader slot and the door hissed open. All three piled in quickly and Rela turned on the external monitor as the door closed behind her. Three sets of eyes regarded the monitor screen as the mysterious figure arrived at their door. He paused for a moment looking at the closed hatchway, spoke something into a commlink on his wrist, and then continued walking down the corridor. Rela released her pent up breath explosively, “Nyshadam!” “Ummm, say again,” Kason asked, his feline eyes wide and shining with curiosity. “Nyshadam,” Rela repeated as if talking to a toddler, “he’s one of Jrakior’s hired thugs. I don’t think Mermil was counting on Jrakior knowing of your presence here.” “You lost me there,” Charsa commented in her musical voice, “since Jrakior is Mermil’s chief advisor, shouldn’t he be privy to whatever information the Vicetta has?” “Not in this case,” Rela replied blandly, “Mermil keeps Jrakior on as chief advisor so he can keep an eye on him. Mermil and Jrakior have never been on the best of terms from what I gather, but recent events have deepened Mermil’s dislike of his advisor. We’ve just discovered that Lemur has gathered an invasion force on Osiris and plans to invade Llakret within the next few days so he can strip mine the moon for the minerals that are so abundant here. Lemur has promised Jrakior the title of Vicetta for his assistance in overthrowing Mermil’s reign.” “Ok,” Charsa said, her silver eyes luminous in the subdued light, “but what do you get out of this, not to mention, how did you end up here in the first place?” “Well,” Rela replied slowly, choosing her words carefully, “I got here because I like to travel, and Llakret seemed to be an interesting place...maybe too interesting now that I think back on it.” She shrugged indifferently, “and what I get out of it? Hmmm, not much, just personal satisfaction I guess. Mermil’s not too bad a guy, yeah, he drinks more than is probably good for him, and he is a bit overly fond of those odd mushrooms he imports. But, on the whole, he’s not that bad a person, he just hates his job. The only reason he hasn’t stepped down as Vicetta is his sense of duty, which from what I understand was the only positive trait that his late father possessed.” “You are well informed,” Charsa said softly, “what do you propose as our next course of action? We still don’t even know who sent the signal to the Jedi Council.” “Oh, that was me,” Rela piped up cheerfully, “no offence meant, but I was kind of hoping for another pair of Jedi, but you’ll do.” She flashed her stunning, impish smile at Charsa and Kason, “Now, I think it would be best if you made a more formal appearance, did you bring your Jedi robes with you? Those shipsuits you’re wearing don’t quite inspire respect and obedience.” “Our robes should be in the bags that we had delivered from the hangar bay,” Charsa said quickly, catching on to Rela’s line of reasoning, “Kason, find yours and change, it’s time we made an official appearance.” Charsa had already located her pack and was changing clothes hurriedly. Kason found his pack, pulled his robes free and laid them on the bed. He had halfway unzipped the front of his shipsuit, when he looked at Rela and his face turned a bright shade of pink. Rela took the hint and turned around to stare at the door. “Don’t worry cat boy,” she quipped in a light, friendly tone, “if I see something I’ve never seen before, I’ll throw a rock at it.” The only response Rela heard was a soft laugh from Charsa. In short order, both Jedi were wearing their familiar robes, boots, and cloaks. Rela checked the exterior monitor and saw only empty corridor in both directions. “Time to go,” she said. They exited the room and almost ran down the corridor to the concealed turbolift. Rela quickly activated the portal and they all slipped into the turbolift pod. As the lift whirred softly to life, Kason turned to his master. “I wonder how Qui Gon and Obi Wan are doing,” he said in his soft voice. “S’Cuse me?” Rela whirled around to face the young padawan. “Qui Gon and Obi Wan are on Osiris,” Kason replied, confused at the startled, shocked look on Rela’s face, “they’re the other team on this mission.” “Oh, Ben,” Rela groaned and covered her eyes with her right hand in exasperation, “what have you gotten yourself into this time?” -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/21/00 9:54am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	That was way cool! I love it! Now more more moe more! -----signature----- Want to know what ANTAR and TLST are? Visit Hell's Chance! http://www.hellschancecantina.com Proud Master to Lola64! I've gone into lurking mode... If you need me feel free to PM me...
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 3/21/00 9:50pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	if I see something I've never seen before, I'll throw a rock at it. I love it! Great post! Now I'm waiting for for more.
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 1:52am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Yes, I am very glad indeed that I found this story. It rocks! So lets have some more! Er, pretty please? -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 3/22/00 7:28pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Hi everyone, here's a really short bit to keep you interested. Thanks for all the comments so far. ******** Qui Gon stared aghast at Obi Wan; his eyes wide with shock and his mouth hinging open and closed although no sound emerged. The Jedi Master slowly regained his composure and finally managed a coherent sentence. “So, she stole your lightsaber while you were sleeping,” Qui Gon almost snarled, “I hope you had sweet dreams.” Obi Wan recoiled in shock, it had been years since he had witnessed his master in this sort of emotional state. “But master,” he stammered, caught off guard, “it wasn’t like that at all. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to signal you since yesterday afternoon. I knew Kithera was up to something, but without knowing what, I thought it too dangerous to confront her without your foreknowledge.” Qui Gon’s eyes narrowed to slits as he considered the words of his padawan. “Open your mind to me,” he told Obi Wan, “ let us search your memories of the last few days, perhaps that will help shed some light on this situation.” Obediently, Obi Wan opened his mind to their bond and felt his master’s consciousness join his own. He could sense Qui Gon’s startlement at the murky, directionless state of Obi Wan’s recent memories. Both were immediately aware that Obi Wan had been operating solely on instinct for the last few days with virtually no conscious thought on his own part. The only points of memory that stood out were the occasional times when the padawan’s memory cleared for a bit, then the image of Kithera sprang up with her familiar cup of herbs, and his memory again dulled into an unrecognizable stupor. Qui Gon gently released his end of the mind bond and looked directly into his student’s ice blue eyes. “My apologies for my behavior, Obi Wan,” the tall Jedi said softly, “it never occurred to me that her potions were affecting you in such a way. Kithera may well have had your lightsaber the entire time. I didn’t think to make sure you had it with you, and you were in no condition to even think of checking on it.” “I place no blame on you master,” Obi Wan replied in an equally quiet voice, “if there is any blame to be placed, it belongs on the healer, for whatever reason she has done this.” “Then I suggest we go find out the answer to that mystery,“ Qui Gon said as he placed a large hand on his padawan’s shoulder, “do you feel up to a run in the forest?” Obi Wan looked up at the slightly smiling face of his master. “After you,” he said, returning the smile. Both Jedi turned and ran down the trail leading to the main gates of Lemur’s city, both of them intent on finding the healer turned thief and getting Obi Wan’s lightsaber back, as well as getting some answers to some rather pointed questions. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/23/00 6:06pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Oh yay! There's more! I love this story! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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Flip A Coin Registered: Feb '00	Date Posted: 3/23/00 9:06pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Okay, Kithera has poisoned Obi-Wan, stolen his lightsaber, and managed to outwit two Jedi. She better have an awfully good plan to stay out of trouble.....
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/23/00 9:43pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Hello Gryph. Ahhhhhh, thanks for the story I've been lurking around everyuone's threads. Kithera -----signature----- Join the insanity http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678 * One bad day and a temper tantrum does not a dark Jedi make! http://fanfic.theforce.net/fanfic.asp?action=view&ID=1060
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/27/00 1:10pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	C'mon Gryph give us post! -----signature----- Want to know what ANTAR and TLST are? Visit Hell's Chance! http://www.hellschancecantina.com Proud Master to Lola64! I've gone into lurking mode... If you need me feel free to PM me...
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 3/27/00 5:24pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Phooey, I thought Gryph had posted. So now I'll have to say it: Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 3/28/00 9:54pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Sorry it took so long to get this together. Hope you all like it. ******** Kason and Charsa stepped out of the turbolift almost on Rela’s heels into the gloomy hallway that was almost indistinguishable from the one they had vacated moments before. “Not much further now,” Rela murmured over her shoulder, “session is almost over, we’ll go wait for Mermil in a side chamber. We’ll just take the back way so no one sees us in the Great Cavern.” Rela guided the two Jedi swiftly and unerringly through the numerous twists, turns, and branching that the corridor made. They finally arrived at what appeared to be a dead end in the hallway. Rela glanced behind them to make sure that they were not being observed, and when she was confident that they had not been followed, she reached out with her right hand and pressed it firmly against a small outcropping set to one side of the featureless granite wall. She was rewarded with a muffled click, and the granite door swung ponderously inward to reveal a fairly well lit chamber with a mechanical door set in the far wall. As soon as all three were within the room Rela turned and pushed the granite door in the opposite direction. The heavy stone slab again swung without the merest whisper of sound until it met with the edges of the opening with a muffled thud, a slight click sounded as the locking mechanism engaged. “Wow,” whispered Kason to no one in particular, “that thing must be perfectly counter weighted for that much stone to move so easily.” He stooped slightly, peering at the miniscule seam where the door itself joined the surrounding granite. “And you can barely even see a crack here, I bet this took a lot of work.” “Yes,” Rela replied, smiling slightly at the young Jedi, “from what I understand, there are quite a few of those around if you know how and where to look. Mermil does love his secret passages; it almost seems like a game to him sometimes. It’s a wonder he remembers where all his hidey holes and concealed access panels are after all this time.” “Speaking of Mermil,” Charsa spoke up, looking calmly at Rela, “how long do you think we will have to wait before he joins us?” “Hmmmm,” Rela paused for a moment, “With Mermil being Mermil, it’s hard to say for sure. But I don’t think we’ll have to wait too much longer, he’s a bit keyed up today, as I’m sure you can well imagine.” Kason amused himself for the time being by inspecting the walls of the small enclosure for more concealed entryways or hidden panels, poking here and there among the nooks and crannies of the stone walls when he thought he might have found something. Charsa and Rela had seated themselves on two chairs in a corner of the room and talked softly of recent happenings within the republic and gossip from the outer rim. The three had become rather comfortable during their wait and all of them jumped in startlement when the mechanized door of the chamber whirred to life and hissed open to reveal the backlit form of the Vicetta of Llakret. Mermil fairly bounded into the room of stone, grinning hugely and rubbing his hands together like a child in anticipation of getting a new toy. As the door whirred shut behind him he strode directly to Rela, who was in the process of extricating herself and her oversized cloak from the deeply padded chair she had been lounging in. No... a voice whispered in the recesses of Kason’s mind. “Ah, excellent job my girl,” Mermil boomed in an exuberant voice that was much too loud in the small room, “excellent job, my thanks for delivering the Jedi here so quickly!” He reached out his hands to grab Rela’s shoulders in a comradely embrace, but succeeded only in knocking her back into her chair. “Oops! Sorry about that,” he said in his too loud voice as he turned his attention to Charsa, who had remained seated. “My Lady Jedi, how kind of you to visit my poor colony, your presence here is much appreciated,” he almost purred as he offered his right hand in greeting, “thank you so much for offering your assistance.” No... Kason’s green feline eyes widened in recognition. This is the place in my dreams... Kason’s mind whispered softly to him. He instinctively drew upon the force to calm himself, to allow him to react as the force dictated; he felt as if he was expanding as the force filled and coursed within him. He held it, contained it, feeling the glowing warmth build within him until he was almost dizzy with it’s pent up energies. In a tiny corner of his mind a small voice screamed at him unheeded, this is wrong! Let the force flow through you! He could feel the force gaining more strength within him, it’s glowing presence slowly building into a maelstrom that took more and more of his concentration to contain. Charsa calmly accepted Mermil’s proffered hand and used the leverage to pull herself to her feet and face him. “We are here merely to seek a course of action, Vicetta,” Charsa replied in her calm, melodious voice, “no offer of assistance has yet been made. Though I would agree that you are in need of it.” Mermil was startled into speechlessness for a brief moment by her reply and stood staring into Charsa’s silver eyes, his mouth agape in surprise. For a few moments the silence in the room was almost deafening, broken only by Kason’s occasional gulp for air that Charsa assumed was due to surprise at the Vicetta’s behavior. All four of them startled violently when the sound of a muffled click sounded from the back wall of the room, and the heavy granite door swung inward. Mermil and Rela wheeled to face the door and were immediately at the ready while Charsa pulled her lightsaber hilt from her belt, ready to activate it’s emerald blade at a nanoseconds notice. Charsa noted that Kason had not moved at all and tried to open their bond so they could defend themselves as one, but she met only the silence of his mental shields so firmly in place they may as well be iron walls surrounding him against her presence. Rela gasped in surprise as Chief Advisor Jrakior stalked into the room with a haughty, superior expression on his leonine face. A dozen mercenary soldiers dressed in mismatched body armor followed in his wake and took positions around the periphery of the small meeting chamber, keeping their attention and their weapons focused on Mermil, Rela, and the two Jedi. The dreams must not come true!, the thought echoed in Kason’s mind as he gritted his teeth in concentration and pulled the power of the force even more within him, the pain of his incisors cutting deep into the inside of his lower lip leant him additional strength to deny being swept away by the currents of power coursing within him. “So, Jrakior,” Mermil sneered at the once Chief Advisor, “the time has finally come.” “That it has,” Jrakior grinned wolfishly as he pulled a small blaster from the holster at his hip and pointed it directly at Mermil’s chest, “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” Charsa felt a severe tremor in the force and mentally cast about wildly to find the source, her mind immediately locked on Kason and she turned her eyes to look at her padawan whose face was set in a mask of concentration and fear. Oh no! Oh force no! A single shriek of blaster fire filled the room and Mermil dodged as best he could. Instead of hitting him directly in the chest, the blaster bolt caught him on his exposed left side as he moved and he fell to the floor screaming curses at the one who had betrayed him. Jrakior lowered his weapon and smiled cruelly. “This might be more fun than I thought,” he snarled as he returned his weapon to the holster on his hip and motioned to the mercs around the room, “kill them all...slowly.” Jrakior’s spoken phrase echoed deep within Kason, he had heard it a hundred times in his dreams, and now it had been br -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 3/28/00 10:03pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Oooo Ooo edge of seat...edge of seat..falling off.....bump Ouch! More I demand it. Kithera -----signature----- Join the insanity http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678 * One bad day and a temper tantrum does not a dark Jedi make! http://fanfic.theforce.net/fanfic.asp?action=view&ID=1060
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