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mouse2
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3/29/00 9:33am
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Well since Kit' didn't say it I will!
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HealerLeona
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Jedi Gryph Grin-quite an exciting post. I hope the next one comes sson.
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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3/30/00 7:50pm
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I swear on a stack of lightsabers that I had a post written and ready to go during my lunch break today. I just now realized that I completely forgot to e-mail it from my laptop at work to my machine at home. My boss had me so cheesed off this afternoon I must have forgotten. May the clouds of a thousand wookie's flatulence follow that schmuck for the rest of his days.
I promise I'll post the almost end of this story late friday night. My apologies for the delay.
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Alli-Wan
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3/30/00 9:37pm
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Having had to deal with annoying bosses, your rather imaginative wishes for your's makes up for a late post. Awaiting more, but laughing patiently. --AWK
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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3/31/00 11:10pm
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Thanks Alli Wan. Sorry for the delay folks, better late than never, here ya' go, let me know what you think.
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Two sets of eyes peered intently from the concealing cover of leafy undergrowth at the edge of the forest. Before them was an obviously recently constructed tarmac in front of the main entrance to Lemur’s city on Osiris, and perched there were roughly 30 scout ships of medium size.
The tarmac was a hive of activity with workers, pilots, and other personnel dashing back and forth here and there. Some going from ship to ship and others, presumably messengers, passing in and out of the city gates over and over again. Obviously low-grade droids moved about the landing field as well, some moving purposefully on some errand or another, others just milling about as if they had no specific tasks to accomplish.
If this situation had not been so precarious, Obi Wan would have laughed out loud at the inefficient bumbling of those on the tarmac as they rushed around in barely controlled chaos, some narrowly escaping collision with someone else...others were not so lucky he conceded as he saw a pilot run full tilt into a stationary droid. OUCH! he thought to himself, I bet that hurt! This was almost like watching a badly directed holo vid comedy.
Obi Wan felt a light nudge on his left shoulder and turned his head to look at his master. Qui Gon silently motioned at the ships standing on the landing field, arranged in no particular order that either one of the Jedi could fathom.
The young Jedi obediently moved his gaze to study one of the nearer ships. “Ugly things, aren’t they master?” he whispered to Qui Gon, who nodded slightly in agreement. Snub-nosed and chunky looking, painted in drab, unappealing colors; these craft were nothing like the graceful corellian ships that soared through the starlanes of the galaxy.
After a few more moments of study, Obi Wan realized that these gangly looking ships had probably been built where they stood. Most likely built by people using schematics that were hundreds of years old, and probably almost illegible to the inhabitants here who had shunned interstellar contact for centuries. A momentary surge of pity for these people rose in Obi Wan for their backward ways of thinking. “I wonder how many of those ships have even been tested outside the atmosphere,” he whispered to his master.
“I wonder how many have ever even left the ground,” Qui Gon replied softly in a concerned voice, his eyes still scanning the pandemonium before them. “And what do you suppose that is?” his right hand pointed to a raised platform that had obviously been hastily erected off to the side of the city gates, “it almost looks like a viewing stand you would see at a parade ground.”
“Who would be stupid enough to be out in the open when these pieces of junk try to lift off?” Obi Wan muttered under his breath, then realized his mistake as he felt his master’s disapproving gaze on him.
“It is not our place to judge others, padawan,” Qui Gon whispered sternly, “we are protectors, we must help others when they are in need. Placing judgement on them cheapens our efforts to help others help themselves.”
“I know that Master,” Obi Wan replied, eyes downcast, “I don’t know why I blurted that out.” He felt the comforting pressure of Qui Gon’s hand on his shoulder and knew the older Jedi was not angry with him.
“Come,” Qui Gon said softly, “let’s move around the periphery and try to get a little closer to the gates and that platform.”
They moved swiftly and silently around the edge of the tarmac, shielded from view by the low hanging boughs of birdle trees and bushy undergrowth that lined the edge of the immense forest. As they got closer and closer to the looming city wall, Qui Gon was slightly surprised that the forest growth was allowed to flourish all the way to the city’s enclosing wall. I know initiates who could design better defenses than this, what kind of idiot allows concealing growth right up to their own doorstep, they wouldn’t see an enemy until it was right on top of them! He then mentally chided himself with the same litany he had just recently delivered to his padawan. Then again, it certainly is helping us.
The Jedi were now just a few paces from the city wall and only a short distance from the raised platform in front of the city gates, they crouched in a heavily overgrown patch of flowering plants and watched. They were close enough to be able to hear the workers at the platform talking among themselves.
“I hear tell that he, hisself is going to address the troops ‘afore they take off,” said a skinny youth wearing patched and stained overalls, his adam’s apple bobbing with every word, “just a few minutes more, and we’s gonna make us some history.” His eyes shone with fanatic fervor.
“Ha!” barked one of the workers in derision, “you Clem? Make history? T’ only history you’re gonna make is cleaning out the cess pits! Don’t rise above yourself lad, leave t’ history makin’ to us real men.”
Hoots of laughter and thinly veiled insults from the other workers followed the speakers announcement, all directed at the boy who stood looking at his feet with his hands clenched into white knuckled fists at his sides.
Waves of anger, hurt, and rage poured from the boy, the force churning in response around him and washing over the two concealed Jedi.
“Whoa.. whispered Obi Wan as the wave of dark emotion passed. He turned to his master only to see that Qui Gon’s eyes were also wide open in shock and surprise.
“I’ll show ya, I’ll show all of ya’ll,” yelled the scrawny teenager, his voice cracking in anger, “one day...just you wait and see!” The gangly youngster turned toward the city entrance and began to run in an awkward gait, halfway to his destination he almost tripped over his own feet, but managed to avoid a fall. The worker’s jeering and catcalls followed him until he disappeared into the open gates.
The gaze of the two Jedi followed the young man’s progress until they both felt the force trill to them in warning. As the lad passed out of their field of vision both of them saw a slight movement in the foliage on the other side of the gate, almost directly across from them. There! they thought as one through their bond. They could both see a patch of green opposite them that was just a little too green...after a few moments, the small patch of green moved again although there was no wind or breeze, the air was as still as a tomb.
They had found Kithera.
Now we wait padawan, Obi Wan heard his master’s mental voice through their bond, the next move is hers.
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HealerLeona
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3/31/00 11:44pm
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So glad to see more so soon. Thanks Jedi Gryph Grin
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Kit'
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Oct '99
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4/1/00 4:03am
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Go Grypth
The next move is hers.
CHECK MATE
Kithera
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Alli-Wan
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4/1/00 4:16am
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Great ! Suspenseful!
I would definitely not want to be the (fictional) Kithera in the very near future. --AWK
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mouse2
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4/5/00 9:59am
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POST POSITY POST POST POST!!!!!!
We need more Gryph!
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HealerLeona
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4/5/00 6:25pm
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Look what I found Jedi Gryph Grin a story in need of a new post.
Here's hoping we get a new one soon.
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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4/5/00 7:34pm
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Your wish is my command Mouse2 and HealerLeona. Here's a short bit that I wrote on the day the server was unavailable.
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A low chime sounded from the work console imbedded in the surface of Countess Neila’s oversized desk, signaling that a message was waiting for her attention. She jumped slightly in startlement as the sound disrupted her concentration from the speech she was composing for an awards banquet to be held a few days hence, supposedly in honor of Lemur after his conquest of Llakret was successful.
Her delicate fingers hovered momentarily over the “play” button, she knew whom the message would be from. Maybe I can just say that I wasn’t in the office today and didn’t get the message, she thought grimly to herself, on second thought, if I don’t respond, he’ll just find some other way to get ahold of me, and probably figure out some way to embarrass me in the process.
Choosing the lesser of two evils, Neila pressed the play button and entered in her password to access the message. The identifying signature confirmed her suspicion as to the sender and she settled herself resignedly to listen to the message.
All members of the court hierarchy are expected to attend the public gathering at which I, Lemur, will address our military forces before the liftoff of our glorious fleet. The ceremony will begin at fifteen hundred hours and will take place at the city’s main gates.
Neila had no idea how long she sat there, numbly staring at the blinking text that read: End of Message.
She finally took a deep, shuddering breath and shook herself back into full awareness. She glanced at the chrono display on her armband and realized with a start that she had only thirty minutes until the ceremony was to begin. She didn’t dare to be late to this, Lemur’s insanity had progressed to a point that there was no telling what he might do to her if she was tardy.
She stood silently and exited her office into the coolness of the marble hallway. As she moved gracefully through the corridor, her diaphanous spydersilk gown swirled and billowed out behind her. She felt no anger, no fear, nothing; As if her sense of purpose had disappeared along with Lemur’s sanity. Nothing good can come of this, she thought in despair, Lemur has placed us all firmly on the path to destruction, and I can see no way to stop him.
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mouse2
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4/6/00 10:02am
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More Gryph!!
Don't make me poing you!
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Jane Jinn
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All right! Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Kithera are all hiding close to the fleet of ships which are scheduled for lift-off in half an hour. None of the ships have ever been tested, and it is doubtful that all of them will clear the atmosphere. Now the big question is...who will get hit by the debris? I'm looking forward to reading more!
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HealerLeona
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4/6/00 6:46pm
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Short but full of great possibilities. Hurry, post more soon.
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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4/6/00 8:13pm
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Here you go H.L, and Jane Jinn you'll find out soon.
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Rela rose from behind the stone desk covered in layer upon layer of granite dust that floated on the air within the small room. Her mouth was so dry and coated with a gritty mess that she spat several times trying to get a full breath of air. Dust and debris lay everywhere in the room, though, she noticed thankfully that the entrance to the chamber was not blocked by anything. She turned abruptly when she heard a sound from the floor on the other side of the desk, she scooted herself up onto the rectangular obelisk and peered over the edge.
Charsa was lying on the floor, evidently knocked there by the concussion of energy that Kason had released. Charsa looked upward to acknowledge Rela’s presence and groaned in pain as she inched her way across the floor to check on the condition of her padawan.
“How is he?” Rela whispered, her voice barely audible above the emergency claxons that hooted eerily in the distance.
“He’s out cold,” whispered Charsa in response, instinctively keeping her voice low lest the sound vibrations bring the ceiling down on top of them.
The lights flickered once...twice...then resumed a steady glow at, perhaps, half of their former illumination. Both women could hear more emergency claxons adding their mournful howl to the eerie cacophony in the distance as shock waves from Kason’s escapade continued to wreak havoc among the tunnels.
Charsa peered through the hazy sand sifting through the air at Rela, “How is the Vicetta?” she asked, her voice gravelly sounding as she dealt with her own pain.
“Well,” Rela replied in a subdued voice, “his left side got barbecued pretty good by that blaster fire. But I don’t think he sustained any damage from...” Her eyes flickered to the unconscious form of Kason, “...whatever that was.”
“It’s known as Final Strike,” Charsa explained wearily, “Though I don’t know how Kason managed it...I don’t know anyone who can manage it...It’s a Jedi legend...I thought it was just a myth.” Her voice trailed off as she gazed at her collapsed Padawan, “I guess I was wrong.”
In the distance they could hear muffled boomings and the grating of rock on rock as more of the tunnel system collapsed in on itself.
Charsa returned her silver gaze to Rela’s brown eyes. “We need to get out of here, away from this moon,” she said decisively, “the whole colony could very well come down around our ears at any time.”
“I heartily agree,” Replied Rela with a ghost of her former smile on her begrimed face, “but how do we manage with these two completely out of it?” She gestured to indicate the unmoving forms of Kason and Mermil.
“I’m going to wake Kason up,” Charsa said grimly, “he’ll probably be in shock, and will definitely have a blistering headache, but at least he’ll be able to walk. Then we’ll figure out what to do with Mermil.”
With no more comment, Charsa took a deep, calming breath and centered herself, blocking out the rumbling creaks and agonized groaning of the granite planetoid around them. She opened her side of the bond that she shared with Kason and fed light and energy along its path. When the bond was filled with the power, calm, and reassurance of the Force, she opened Kason’s end of the link from without.
The Force rushed to fill the void within Kason’s consciousness, replenishing the power that his release of energy had expended almost to the point of draining his own life force.
Charsa followed the flow of power into the mind of her Padawan. Like many times before, she felt as one with her young student, could feel the aura of life that surrounded him. She caught a tendril of consciousness from the teenager and held it within her mental grip, slowly coaxing it to the fore in his jumbled psyche.
Kason, her mind voice whispered to his, time to wake up.
An ethereal, disembodied child’s voice shrieked in reply, Noooooo, I can’t, I don’t wanna!
Kason, she chided, her mental voice taking on a harder edge, you must wake up if we are to get out of here alive...you must wake up NOW! With the final word of her statement, she gripped the tendril of consciousness that she held within her mental hands and yanked.
Kason’s emerald eyes snapped open and Charsa almost fell to the floor in shock again at the stabbing pain she shared with her friend. Blistering headache is a major understatement, she thought as she brought her mind back through the link and opened her senses to her surroundings, he’s going to hurt like hell for the next couple of days. Releasing that much power at one time...he’s lucky he didn’t fry himself in the process.
Charsa looked at Rela as she walked over to the unmoving form of Mermil. “Let’s get out of here,” she quipped shortly, “you take one arm, and I’ll take the other. I’ve had enough of this place.”
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