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Kit'
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4/6/00 8:34pm
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MOre Gryph! More now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kithera
P.S There is a post on Mind Games if you haven't noticed!!!!!
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mouse2
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4/7/00 10:39am
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mouse2 starts to poing anyways
That was poing so poing great! poing poing poing Post more, soon! poing
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Bastet
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4/7/00 11:21am
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cool.gif cool.gif cool.gif cool.gif
Very cool story!
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HealerLeona
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4/7/00 8:02pm
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Final Strike, huh. Very interesting, please tell us more.
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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4/8/00 12:41am
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Sleepy, I'm sooooo sleepy! Mouse2(who lives fairly nearby), and I have Grandparents visiting (thank the Force they're staying at Mom and Dad's house, who also live somewhat nearby.) So, anyway, things are a bit unusual around here these days. I have a post almost ready for tomorrow, so check back soon.
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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4/9/00 1:54am
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Here's some more, we're almost at the end here, I think...I typed 'till I could type no more. Let me know what you think. I regard this as "major iffy".
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Countess Neila arrived out of breath and just in time to join the assembled dignitaries as they marched through the city gates and arranged themselves in a half circle next to the raised platform that Lemur would shortly occupy for his speech. She kept her eyes downcast as the despair and helplessness she felt swelled within her once again.
A wave of emotion washed over the two Jedi crouched within the concealment of their leafy patch of verdant undergrowth a short distance from the platform. This time, though, it was not the dark fury of the teenager they had witnessed before, but the haunting, incapacitating despair of someone who knew that failure was the only fate they had to look forward to. Not a personal failure, but a failure of duty and responsibility.
Qui Gon and Obi Wan peered through the undergrowth and scanned the faces of the growing assembly of people standing next to the official-looking platform for any clue as to who was projecting such strong feelings through the force. Obi Wan nudged his master’s left side and sent the image of a face through their bond. It took a moment for Qui Gon to spot the person in question with his own eyes, then nodded to his padawan in agreement.
The tendrils of anxiety and hopelessness seemingly poured from a regal looking woman of middle years, soft robes of sky blue silk rained from her slim shoulders and her auburn hair blazed in the sunlight of the late afternoon, the woman in question kept her gaze fixed on the ground in front of her as if afraid to meet the eyes of those standing around her.
The Jedi’s observation of the woman was interrupted by a raucous, slightly off key trumpet fanfare that sounded from the battlements atop the city wall. As the ringing sound died away a group of guards surrounding a single, obviously overdressed figure exited the city gates and made their way to the viewing platform. At the foot of the access ramp to the platform, half of the guards moved to surround the construction while the others followed their leader to the top, all of them holding their blasters in plain view. A voice boomed deafeningly from the speakers arranged around the perimeter of the landing field, “All hail our Sovereign Lord and Master, Lemur!”
A wave of bows and curtseys swept across the field and through the assembled nobles. The woman in blue, Obi Wan noticed, stood her ground and made no gesture whatsoever...almost like a statue, he thought, even if she feels her situation is hopeless, she is still strong. What a Jedi she would have made.
Lemur strode haughtily to the microphone stationed at the front of the platform and raised his arms to quell the nonexistent cheers of his subjects. He lowered his arms, a somewhat disappointed look on his face and he turned to gaze meaningfully at one of the guards behind him. The guard spoke quickly into a communicator and immediately his comrades surrounding the stage began to wave their firearms in the direction of the crowd of onlookers. A small smattering of applause and a few whistles broke the silence and Lemur again raised his hands for quiet...which was granted immediately.
My loyal subjects, Lemur yelled into the microphone, then jumped backwards in response to the nerve wracking squeal of feedback from the sound systems. Two oversized speakers mounted on poles on the far side of the tarmac, evidently pushed past their volume tolerance exploded in brilliant pyrotechnic balls of flaming energy.
Qui Gon glared balefully at his padawan as Obi Wan covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and giving away their location. Obi Wan shrugged a silent apology, and they returned their attention to the scene unfolding in front of them.
Lemur approached the microphone with a bit of trepidation, and began again. “My loyal subjects,” he said in a much more reasonable tone of voice, “today is the day that I will make history. These pilots gathered here have sworn a promise of victory to me, and to aid them in the conquest of Llakret I have supplied them with these state-of-the-art ships that you see here.”
Qui Gon glanced again at Obi Wan and sighed resignedly as he saw tears of mirth and suppressed laughter trickling down his padawan’s cheeks. I’m glad you’re enjoying this so much padawan, he sent through their bond, we’re going to have a nice, looooong talk about this when it’s over. I could even ask Yoda to join us if you’d like, I’m sure his opinion would be enlightening. Qui Gon was pleased when Obi Wan’s expression sobered almost immediately. The two Jedi again returned their attention to the ongoing proceedings.
“Once Llakret is mine, we will never have to taint our rich tradition of self sufficiency and rely on outworlders for supplies and materials. I will build this fair city into a monument to my reign, and you shall be the ones to benefit from my kindness, centuries from now the inhabitants of Osiris will praise my name for the events that happen today! And now...Pilots...start your engines! Be ready to take off at my signal!”
Neila’s head snapped up in surprise at Lemur’s last statement. Even a landspeeder needs a bit of time to warm the engines up, she thought in dismay, if he’s going to send these ships in to the air with engines that have been cold started...I’m outa here! She turned, and picking up her robes to allow for more mobility, moved quietly through the crowd surrounding her and made a beeline for the city gates.
The sounds of ill-tuned engines began to split the air as one shuttle after another coughed and sputtered to life. Greasy, inky black smoke began to ooze from about a dozen of the thirty vessels gathered on the tarmac, gathering into a murky, foul smelling haze that floated a few meters above the ships awaiting the order to lift off.
Lemur walked to the edge of the platform, clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and jabbed his arms into the air as if his will alone would raise the ships into the air and hurry them on their mission.
The time of reckoning is almost here, Kithera’s mind whispered to her in the voice of her long departed grandfather, watch and be ready. In the tiny shelter she had erected in the concealing boughs of birdle trees near the entrance to Lemur’s city, Kithera removed her green healer’s robe lest it inhibit her movements and stood wearing simple, loose fitting trousers and tunic. In her right hand she held the metal cylinder that she had removed from the young injured Jedi so many days ago. She dared not ignite the powerful blade yet, she knew she had to wait just a little longer. I hope he’s okay, a tiny voice inside her whispered. He is not okay, he was murdered years ago, a louder voice answered within her, you are to avenge him! Kithera blinked and looked at the metal cylinder again. I...I was not...I was thinking about that Jedi, Obi Wan. I hope he’s okay, the tiny voice whispered again. Revenge, the stronger voice boomed in her mind, worry about others later!
In response to Lemur’s signal, the coughing engines of the assembled ships began to roar with power as they began to lift into the air. The first two gained altitude and moved to hover near the top of the city’s walls to await the rest of the squadron. A third ship left the ground by a meter and promptly flipped over on it’s axis and slammed into the tarmac upside down, although the cockpit was crushed beyond recognition and the pilot most likely crushed as well, the ships engines were still at full power and sent it skittering across the landing field impacting on a number of other ships and causing considerable damage to them until it whooshed off of the landing pad altogeth
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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4/9/00 4:50pm
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Yoo Hoo! Where'd everybody go? confused.gif
Comments anyone?!?!?
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Kit'
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4/9/00 7:15pm
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MOre Gryph or I'll start threatening you with Dancing Hamsters!!!
Kithera
P.S That wasn't iffy at all!!!
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Alli-Wan
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4/9/00 7:29pm
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Iffy it was not. Very good. Intense, exciting and oddly hysterical all at once. (Kind of reminded me of those first driver's ed classes, but somehow worse.) Keep up the good work. --AWK
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HealerLeona
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Iffy? I think not. Great description of the carnage on the air field.
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mouse2
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4/10/00 9:22am
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Love it!
Now post more!!!!!!
P.S. They're gone! They're gone! They're gone! They're gone! Hooray!!!!!
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Jedi Gryph Grin
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Sorry for the delay, I seem to have caught Mouse2 & Mini-Mouse's tummy flu. I even called in sick to work today, my boss was NOT pleased, to say the least. Anyway, here's some more.
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The hooting of the emergency claxons within the moon colony was definitely beginning to grate on Charsa’s nerves as she and Rela made their way through the flickering illumination of the twisting, turning corridors with the unconscious body of Vicetta Mermil supported between them. Kason staggered along behind them and she could sense the pain that coursed through him with every step he took. The power he had unleashed in the audience chamber had scoured the synapses of his mind raw and would undoubtedly take some time to heal before he felt like his old self again.
“You’re sure we’re going in the right direction,” Charsa asked Rela for the third time, her voice coming in gasps due to the exertion of carrying Mermil’s unresponsive body, “I’d hate to get lost in this place.”
“I...know...where...we’re...going,” Rela panted back in exasperation, “I’m hoping the turbolift system hasn’t been damaged too badly, it would definitely be a help right now.”
“If the last one was any indication,” Charsa replied over the bobbing head of the Vicetta, “we’re in for a long walk.”
They had found one turbolift access shortly after leaving the small council room that was obviously useless, it was nothing but a deep pit filled with sparking wires and falling debris, all controls were smashed beyond repair.
“There’s another one coming up soon,” Rela almost snarled, “if this one turns out like the last, then I’ll agree with you.”
As if on queue, another turbolift access panel presented itself, set into the right side of the corridor. Unlike the last one this one’s door was still intact, and when Rela touched the control plate, the door swooshed open with a hiss, and they could see an intact pod waiting there.
Both women sighed in relief and stepped into the pod with their unconscious burden still held between them, Kason stumbled in behind them clutching at the walls for support as his knees buckled beneath him.
The door to the turbolift closed with a soft hiss and Rela spoke aloud to the voice control system, “Hangar level, High priority.” The metallic voice that answered her was garbled and accompanied by sparking static, but it almost sounded like, “acknowledged.”
They felt the turbolift whir slowly...slowly to life, and suddenly the floor of the pod dropped sickeningly out from under them. After a nauseating ten meter drop, the sounds of emergency clamps engaging clanged through the small interior of the pod and they felt their descent slow...stop...and then the pod began to rise, hopefully on the way to where they wanted to be.
After several cuts in power and breathtaking drops, though none so bad as the first, the turbolift pod continued it’s climb and finally stopped, a chime sounded indicating that their destination had been reached.
Rela reached out with her right hand and keyed in a sequence on the control panel which caused the door to iris slowly open, the door groaning as if it’s abused mechanical parts were struggling to make any motion at all.
“Oh FORCE!”, Charsa exclaimed as they took in the view of the all but destroyed hangar bay.
Huge monoliths of cracked granite stood where many of the ships had been when she and Kason had first arrived there. Twisted and crushed remains of ships could be seen beneath the giant boulders, while some of the spacecraft were untouched by falling debris. People swarmed all over the cavern, climbing over piles of stone and ruined craft, evidently looking for some way to escape the moon.
“Let’s just hope our ship is still in one piece,” Charsa muttered to the others, “otherwise we’re going to have to fight our way onto one that is still spaceworthy, we still have to get to Qui Gon and Obi Wan, at whatever cost.”
“We must hurry though,” Rela added, “there may be others who are thinking the same thing, if your ship is intact, we may have to fight to keep it for ourselves, though I think we should help as many as we can to get off this stinking rock.”
“Agreed,” Charsa replied softly, then in a louder voice, “Kason, how are you holding up?”
“I think I’ll live master,” came his faint reply, “as always...you lead, and I’ll follow.”
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mouse2
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4/11/00 10:33am
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Sorry! redface.gif
But I'm feeling much better now.
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HealerLeona
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Jedi Gryph Grin don't you just love the way family shares everything, especially sickness.
It appears your illness has benefit your readers with more story so thanks and hope you get better soon.
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Jane Jinn
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4/11/00 11:16am
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Good action, good suspense. Hope you feel better soon, all of you!
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