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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/11/00 6:51pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Thanks for all the get well wishes! I guess one positive thing about feeling like I'm gonna puke up my toenails at any given moment is that I can write nice loooong posts. Although, I won't repeat any of the words my boss used when I called in sick again today...I had no idea she could swear like that, I guess that makes me feel needed. Here's some more. ******** Lemur’s cry of a thousand-credit reward for his safety halted most of his (still living) guards in their headlong flight for personal safety. While the majority of them did not care a bit if their ruler lived or died, that was still a lot of money and would do much to improve the living conditions of their families. As the guard contingent ran to protect Lemur, the ruler of Osiris continued to scream epithets and point at a single female that was running towards him over the smoking, blast pitted tarmac while swinging a glowing blue stick before her. Not a few of the guards snickered to themselves behind their face shields, surely this young slip of a girl was no reason for their ruler to be frozen in abject terror. To stop Lemur’s inane squealing, one of the guards lowered his blaster and fired a single shot at the young woman. All of their mouths dropped open in surprise as the rushing girl brought her blazing blue stick down before her and not only intercepted the blaster bolt, but sent it hurtling back into their midst to impact directly on the chest of the one who had fired, sending his body flying backwards to lay lifelessly on the tarmac. Obi Wan, Qui Gon sent through their bond, find a discarded blaster and circle around behind Kithera, we have to stop her and get your lightsaber back before this gets any nastier than it already is. Obi Wan nodded once and dashed off through the murky clouds of smoke that still enshrouded the landing field until Qui Gon lost sight of him, though they could still feel each other’s presence within the force. Of the now eight guards that had heeded Lemur’s call, five surrounded the ruler of Osiris and the other three concentrated their attention on the rapidly approaching girl with the blue energy stick. Time after time, she used her mysterious blue weapon to block their blaster fire and send it directly back at them diminishing their number even more, though at least one bolt got past her defense and slammed into her lower left hip. The blast caused her to cry out and stagger for a moment, but she quickly regained her headlong rush at Lemur who was now crouched on the tarmac. The young woman was close enough now that the guards could see that there was nothing in her eyes but madness...suddenly, a thousand credits didn’t seem like all that much. The frenzied mob at the gates of the city had slowed in their desperate, frantic rush for the protection offered within, and now all eyes were turned to the chaos that centered on the less than popular ruler of their city. “It’s the Witch,” Lemur wailed, huddled on the ground within the dubious protection of the, now four guards, “The Witch of Dzur Mountain, come to punish us all!” The two guards facing away from the charging girl saw a large shadow appear within the drifting smoke that floated across the tarmac. Its long hair flailing in the wind of it’s passing, huge wings flared out to either side like a predatory avian swooping down to strike unsuspecting prey. Both guards dropped to one knee and lifted their blasters to their shoulders, sending a barrage of scarlet bolts at the figure that bore down upon them. Emerald power suddenly flamed into incandescence before the running figure and sang through the air as it deflected the blaster fire harmlessly away into the jungle. One guard fainted from sheer terror, while the other looked from his blaster to the approaching nightmare and back again...measured the odds of his success...threw down his weapon and ran screaming for the protection of the jungle. Qui Gon slowed in his mad dash and came to a stop next to the huddled form of Lemur, who still stared in horror at the figure of Kithera who was but a meter away. The young woman brought her sapphire blade up to strike at the unprotected monarch and began the downstroke that would complete her revenge. Her arms were jolted painfully as her blade met the resistance of a glowing green blade, mere inches from Lemurs head. “Stop this now Kithera,” Qui Gon said harshly, his eyes glinting dangerously at her, “no good can come of this.” “I will have my revenge,” Kithera hissed back at the Jedi Master, her voice had an odd overtone, as if that of an old man, “I have waited too long for this! Revenge will be mine!” Not as incapacitated as he seemed, Lemur took those precious few seconds of hesitation and leapt away from the two combatants and ran as fast as he could towards the gates of his city, not realizing that the gates were choked with onlookers. Kithera and Qui Gon both made as if to follow, but stopped in their tracks as a hole the size of a man’s fist appeared in Lemur’s back as the remnants of a blaster shot exited his body and the ruler of Osiris collapsed lifelessly to the tarmac, a mere 30 meters from the gates of his city. “Master,” Obi Wan panted as he jogged to a stop next to Qui Gon, “who fired? Did you see anything?” “I saw nothing padawan,” Qui Gon replied, “perhaps Kithera saw...” Both Jedi looked in astonishment at the young woman who had collapsed to the ground between them, sobbing as if she were a broken-hearted child. “Revenge was to have been mine, with my own hands,” she choked out between sobs of misery, “now grandfather will never truly be at rest.” Master and Padawan felt a spark of anger within the girl and Obi Wan hastily used the force to bring the hilt of his lightsaber to his hand. For a moment, he marveled at the sense of security he felt at finally having the metal cylinder back in his possession. “Obi Wan,” Qui Gon said softly, “my commlink has been damaged, try to contact Charsa or Kason, I think we have the beginnings of an angry mob on our hands.” Truly, the terrified crowd at the city gates now seemed to be more angry that scared...mutterings of ‘outworlders’, and ‘aliens’ echoed from the crowd as many of them made their way towards the two Jedi. “I get no response from Kason or Charsa, master,” Obi Wan replied after a few moments of twiddling with the controls of his communicator, “not even a response from the landing controllers on the moon. Just static.” The angry mob was now approaching the two Jedi and the sobbing girl between them, Qui Gon had the definite impression of anger and hatred from the unorganized group. “STOP!! a female voice trumpeted from the heights of the city’s battlements, “now is not the time for anger or hatred! Let us not follow in Lemur’s footsteps! I hereby convene the Council, let us know the actions that have led us to this! We will bring these strangers safely within our city so we may hear their story.” The hostile crowd stopped its approach, some muttering amongst themselves heatedly, but it seemed as if the majority wanted to comply. That is the woman in blue that we sensed earlier, Obi Wan sent to his master, I wonder what she has in mind. Only time will tell, padawan, Qui Gon sent back, in the meantime, keep trying to contact Charsa or Kason. I have a bad feeling about what’s happening to them. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/12/00 8:37pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	YooHoo! Anybody out there?!?!? hears crickets chirping in the background Oh well, I'll post again soon anyway. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/12/00 10:49pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Bugger posting soon Gryph! You will post NOW!!!!!! Or Kithera won't be just running after the Jedi with threats to kill them. I'll be runnign after you! tongue.gif 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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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/13/00 12:58am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Cool! cool.gif cool.gif This story is very awesome! I loved those last posts! I eagerly await more, and I hope you are feeling better now. -----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: 4/13/00 9:10pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Okiday, we're moving into the home stretch here almost to the end. Let me know what you think of this one. sigh Alas, I know I used the word 'granite' a zillion times, but I don't own a thesaurus. ******** Charsa and Rela, still holding the unconscious Mermil between them continued their arduous trek across the landing cavern with an equally exhausted and bedraggled Kason following in their wake. Their journey was slowed significantly by the jumbled piles of collapsed granite ceiling that loomed around them on the floor of the cavern. They had to follow a wandering circuitous route to work their way around the towering piles of stone debris, and when no other path presented itself, they had to climb the obstructing mounds and claw their way slowly down the opposite sides; an effort made even more difficult by having to lug Mermil’s still form along with them, trying to avoid injury to him as well as themselves. They were by no means alone in their plight. The cavern seemingly swarmed with pilots and warriors, barely seen in the dim, flickering light and sparking surveillance equipment, who climbed and descended the jagged piles of stone in search of their own way out of the moons environs. Occasionally, they would all look up as a starcraft whooshed by overhead on it’s way to the open portal, to pass through the machine generated field that kept the atmosphere intact in the huge cavern, and into space. Charsa and Rela stopped in front of yet another unavoidable obstacle and surveyed its surface carefully to mark the most efficient way to climb over. Kason stood behind them silently, gaze directed at the floor as he swayed back and forth on unsteady, exhausted legs. “I’ll go first this time,” Charsa sighed to Rela, “let me get about halfway up and you push Mermil up the side to me, then you climb to the top and I’ll pass him to you.” Too bad Kason’s so out of it, she thought to herself, an extra set of hands sure would be a help with this. But that blast took everything out of him, he can barely pull himself along, much less drag a full grown man along with him. She shrugged, both in resignment as well as to loosen them up for the climb ahead. She called on the force to guide her hands and booted feet to the most supportive of the cracks and protuberances in the stress crazed granite to assist her in her climb. About halfway up, she firmly gripped the edge of an exceptionally large crack in the rock and motioned with her right hand for Rela to push the Vicetta upwards until Charsa could get a good supporting grip around his torso, just under his arms. As soon as she was sure that Charsa had a secure grip on Mermil, Rela made her way up the rock face, inched past Charsa’s precarious hold, and proceeded to the top of the stone monolith. When she finally pulled herself to the top, she perched there for a brief moment panting heavily. After somewhat regaining her breath she flopped belly down on the cold, gritty surface and extended her arm downwards, nearly reaching the top of Charsa’s silver maned head. “Ok,” she wheezed to the Jedi Master, “pass him on up.” After several minutes of grunting and straining, Charsa had lifted Mermil’s form up high enough for Rela to get a good grip on the ruler’s tunic and haul him to the top of the heap of stone, her small form belying the brute strength that she exhibited. Despite the seriousness of their current situation, Charsa had to muffle a laugh more than once at some of the vile curses that Rela muttered under her breath as she struggled to pull Mermil’s weight to where she crouched. With her hands free again, Charsa quickly made her way to the top and took a moment to catch her breath and peered over the side to make sure that Kason was starting his own climb. Seeing only the top of her padawan’s grimy, sweat soaked head already moving up towards her, she nodded in satisfaction and turned to Rela, who was no less grimy and sweat stained than Kason and herself, “Ok, now for the easy part,” she said with an ironic half smile. The journey down the side of the rock face was accomplished in roughly half the time they had spent making the ascent on the other side, Charsa and Rela stood side by side supporting Mermil between them, waiting for Kason to join them. “Master!” she heard from above and looked up to see Kason’s face peering down at her from the top of the rubble enclosed monolith. His sharp incisors gleamed whitely in the half-light of the cavern and his green feline eyes, though weary, twinkled with newfound energy. “Master,” he repeated quickly, his right hand stabbing out and pointing into the gloomy distance, “I can see it, our ship! Not even fifty yards in that direction!” “How does it look? Any damage?” Charsa called back to him, her moisture-starved throat causing her voice to crack. The young Jedi peered into the half lighted distance studying their ship. For a moment Rela was jealous of Kason’s ability to see in the subdued illumination, but then decided that he could also probably see some pretty unpleasant things in the wrecked landing cavern. “Not that I can see from here, master,” Kason called down after a few moments, “just some scratches, and a couple of minor dents here and there.” From not too far away they could all hear another craft’s engines sputter to life and begin to roar with power as it readied for liftoff. “Well get down here, and lets get off of this stinking mudball,” Charsa called back, her voice cracking again, though this time with renewed vigor. Without another word, Kason obediently turned and let his legs dangle over the edge of the granite form, his booted feet seeking purchase on the gritty surface. There was a whoosh as a ship nearby activated it’s repulsorlifts, left the ground and began it’s way to the cavern’s huge exit, Rela and Charsa could see the dim shadow of the ship moving above them and to the left. The sudden banshee shriek of a damaged, overworked engine split the air almost on top of them and Charsa watched as if in slow motion as a large part of the ship split off and impacted with the cavern floor not five meters away from where she and Rela were standing. She felt her skin tingle in horror as the broken chunk of metal did not stop when it impacted, but continued through the stress fractured granite into a cavern underneath. She could feel the surface of the landing bay floor shudder beneath her as the Force trilled a warning in her mind. Acting almost on instinct, Charsa wrapped her arms around both Rela and Mermil, she ran for a few short steps and jumped calling on the force to aid her exhausted muscles in getting her charges to safety. Kason, she cried through their bond, jump! Follow me! Even before her feet touched the ground, Charsa could see Kason’s slim, compact form somersaulting through the air high above her and her ‘passengers’. Charsa landed heavily and felt a tendon in her right ankle pop as if in protest to the abuse she had subjected it to this day. She could feel through the soles of her boots that this ground was no more stable than the ground she had just vacated. Again she pulled the force to her and used it to, almost violently, push Rela and the still unconscious Mermil even further away from the rapidly growing chasm behind them. She noted with some satisfaction that Rela and Mermil landed on a part of the cavern floor that the Force told her was solid, although they had landed in a heap and Rela was spitting curses like a hutt. The rock beneath her growled as if in warning and Charsa could feel it beginning to give way under her. She looked around and saw Kason running toward her. No Padawan! she sent desperately through their link, stay back...help the others! I can make it on my own! She started to run, then realized that her injure -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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JediKnight-Obi-Wan Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/13/00 9:22pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Awww his Master died? Thats horrible. Poor Kason. Well don't stop there. Post more! -----signature----- "The course of true love never did run smooth"---A Midsummer Night's Dream
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/14/00 10:22am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Man, I don't believe that you just did that. It was so sad. Poor Kason! Now post more or I may have to sick Bun-Bun on you! tongue.gif -----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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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/14/00 10:34am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Oh, too sad! But a noble death for Charsa, giving her life while saving others. Poor Kason! Are the rest going to get out alive? Post more soon! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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Kit' Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/14/00 8:57pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	MORE!!!! YOu can't just leave it like that Gryph. More! 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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Jedi Gryph Grin Registered: Sep '99	Date Posted: 4/15/00 9:02pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Hmmm, I'm not too certain that this post works too well, I left it kinda hanging, my brain just refused to cooperate any longer. Please give me your thoughts. ******** Rela caught her breath and held it as she watched Kason make a headlong dive and scrabble across the hangar floor, trying to reach his master in time. From her vantage point next to Mermil, she could see Kason’s shoulders moving quickly back and forth as he lay on his belly next to the gaping chasm in the granite surface. What’s happening? Rela screamed inwardly, where is Charsa? I can’t see anything from here dammit! What’s... A cold knot of fear cramped her stomach as she noticed that Kason’s shoulders were no longer moving, he was just lying there...staring into the pit. “K-Kason?” she managed to choke out, “is...where’s...is Charsa ok?” Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Kason moved slowly, too slowly as far as Rela was concerned. He inched backwards from the edge of the chasm and Rela gasped when she realized that his hands were empty. The young Jedi rolled onto his back and sat up, his gaze moving immediately to meet Rela’s. When she saw the heartbreaking grief in Kason’s emerald eyes, the cold knot in her stomach exploded as if someone had physically punched her in the stomach. Oh Force...oh Force, no, she thought, Charsa’s gone... She felt the pinpricks of unshed tears sting her eyes as she imagined the sense of loss that the padawan was feeling right now. Rela watched as Kason stumbled his way to where she stood, his face revealed no emotion whatsoever although she could see the dried tear tracks running through the dust and grime that coated his face. “Kason, I’m so sorry,” she stammered when he was close enough to hear, “I’ll miss her too...” “Later,” he almost growled, obviously trying to keep his emotions under control, “there will be time for mourning later. We need to get out of here. She...she would want that.” “I would have to agree,” Rela replied softly as she reached out to take Kason’s hand in sympathy, she got the hint when he snatched his hands behind his back before her’s was even close, “let’s get to the ship and make tracks, I’m starting to really not like this place.” Without another word she bent down to grab Mermil’s left arm and motioned for Kason to take the right. They hoisted the Vicetta between them and started to make their way to the ship that sat only a short distance away. “Did the pilot stay on board for the whole time you were here?” Rela asked, panting again from the exertion of carrying Mermil. “I...I dunno...” Kason gasped in reply, “Charsa always...I guess I didn’t pay too much attention to that...” Rela glanced sharply at the young padawan and was not pleased with what she saw. He’s too pale, she thought, and my trouble bump is itching like crazy again. He’s exhausted and he’s totally freaked out about losing Charsa, we’re going to need some help. Kason stumbled to the right and his legs gave out beneath him, causing Mermil to thunk unceremoniously to the floor when Rela released her grip to avoid being pulled to the floor herself. POODOO! Rela shrieked to herself, only twenty meters to the ship and I’m going to have to find some way to get an unconscious man and an exhausted padawan the rest of the way not to mention making sure we have a pilot...waitaminnit...is that who I think it is? “Sorry,” Kason mumbled as he strained to stand up and failed, falling to the ground again. “Stay down cat boy,” Rela muttered absently, staring into the distance, “at least for now. I think I see a helping hand.” She hoped fervently that the tall shaggy figure in the gloom-enshrouded distance was who she thought it was. Kason watched in dumbfounded amazement as Rela began to jump into the air over and over again for no apparent reason, waving her arms and shouting at the top of her voice. “Hrruggla, Hrruggla, over here!” Rela yelled, her voice cracking with the volume that she tried to project. The shaggy figure made no indication of having heard her and continued to move slowly in the opposite direction, picking it’s way carefully amidst the jagged debris that littered the cavern floor. Fine, Rela thought to herself, if she can’t hear me, I’ll have to get her attention another way. She took the blaster from her right hip and tuned it’s setting to the finest pinpoint possible, brought it up before her and trained the sighting scope roughly a half meter above the Wookie’s head. Rela took a deep breath...released half of it, and slowly squeezed the trigger. The Wookie’s howl of anger was clearly audible as the blaster bolt screamed by its head {WHO DARES?!?!}. It turned to trace the source of the unwelcome fire and began to lope angrily in Rela’s direction, leaping over the jumbled piles of rock and twisted shards of destroyed spacecraft. -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/16/00 10:35am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Poor Kason, I kept hoping there'd be a ledge or something, but alas. Great post!
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 4/16/00 4:09pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	What? Charsa is really dead? Noooooo! Say it ain't so! And now Rela is about to be torn limb from limb by an enraged Wookie! Aaaaaahh! Please hurry and post more soon! -----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: 4/16/00 7:40pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	I was beginning to get rather depressed, so let's visit good ol' Qui Gon and Obi Wan for a bit, shall we? And, no, Rela and Kason have not yet gotten off the moon, nor has the wookie gotten ahold of them...that part is coming soon. MTFBWY ******** A very confused Obi Wan stood next to an equally perplexed Qui Gon Jinn within the domed council chamber in the capital building of Osiris. While they had not exactly been greeted with open arms, the natives of the jungle world were surprisingly tolerant of the Jedi’s presence here. After some semblance of order had been regained on the ruined tarmac and Lemur’s body had been bundled up and taken away, the two Jedi had been led here by the members of what had once been Lemur’s council of advisors. The woman in blue, Countess Neila, had immediately taken charge of the proceedings and had politely asked first Obi Wan, then Qui Gon to address the council and give their reason for being here, as well as to relate the details of their journey to the city. While each of the Jedi in turn told of the events that had led them here, the Council listened patiently with very few interruptions. When they were finished, Countess Neila again took charge and asked them to stand by in case there were any further questions for them. Qui Gon bowed formally and led his Padawan off to the side of the chamber to stand in the cool shadows of the enormous room. Countess Neila stood alone on the raised dais that had formerly held Lemur’s seat of power, the silence in the room lengthened until several of the assembled members shifted uncomfortably. Neila raised her gaze and stared out over the group of advisors. “My esteemed colleagues,” she began in a strong, clear voice, “for many years the majority of us have fought together to lessen the damage that has been caused by Lemur and his tyrannical ways. All of us have suffered the loss of family and friends at Lemur’s hands, but our memories of loved ones lost did not weaken us, those memories served to make us fight even harder against what that madman would have us do. Alas, none of us found the courage to oppose him openly...if we had, perhaps today’s terrible events would never have transpired, but that is in the past. Now we must move forward I say, we must put Lemur’s ways behind us and strive for a future in which we and our families can live without fear for doing what we feel is right.” She paused, scanning the faces of the assembled nobles to gauge their reaction to her words. “Master,” Obi Wan whispered, his lips barely moving, “doesn’t this seem a bit odd?” “Perhaps the reports of their maniacal hatred of outworlders was somewhat exaggerated,” Qui Gon replied just as softly, “for the meantime, we will wait and listen. Be patient Padawan.” After noting several approving nods from the council members before her, Neila continued. “As these two Jedi have stated here, our reputation among other worlds is not the best, and we are considered to be ignorant xenophobes by many other cultures. You are all well aware of Lemur’s hatred of outworlders, a mindset that he inherited from his father...and his father before him, that family’s short-sightedness has almost brought our civilization to it’s knees. I say it is time to change that. Here is what I propose: We now have the ability to rule this world as a committee...a Congress if you will, with no one person holding absolute power. And to keep us all honest, no one will be guaranteed a lifelong position here if they do not discharge their duties as befits their station.” Neila paused again to take a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak again, but instead jumped in startled surprise as every member of the Council rose to their feet, erupting in thunderous applause and cheering wildly. Countess Neila stood as if dumbstruck by the standing ovation of her peers, her eyes welling with unshed tears of relief. The nobles continued to applaud wildly, the entire group milling around as handshakes and hugs were exchanged. The emotion of the moment reached a fevered pitch and only the two Jedi standing in the shadows noticed the chamber door banging open as a young woman wearing a technician uniform raced into the room with a panic stricken expression on her face. Qui Gon and Obi Wan watched on in silence as the young tech officer waved her arms about and shouted into the cacophony raised by the nobles. The sheer volume of the cheering around her drowned her words out and the panic evident on her face seemed to grow even more. “It looks as if we’ll have to take steps here Padawan,” Qui Gon murmured to Obi Wan, “follow my lead.” Without waiting for a response, Qui Gon rushed forward and leaped onto the raised dais in the center of the room and stood next to Countess Neila. He could see Obi Wan leap up next to him and nodded to his Padawan. Both Jedi simultaneously ignited their lightsabers and raised the thrumming weapons above their heads, demanding the attention of the milling throng of nobles. “SILENCE!! Qui Gon’s voice lashed out like a crack of thunder within the marble domed council chamber. “What is the meaning of this?” Neila’s voice rang out with her anger, “why do you attack now?” “This is not an attack, Countess,” Qui Gon replied in his ‘teaching’ voice as he and Obi Wan extinguished their blades, “this is a reminder. The first rule of governing well, is to listen to the people that you govern.” He moved his right hand to indicate the technician who was staring open mouthed at the two Jedi. “I believe you had something important to say,” Qui Gon queried softly. Countess Neila at least had the courtesy to look embarrassed. “Please technician...” “Sylvia,” the tech stammered, “my name is Sylvia.” “Good then, technician Sylvia,” Neila asked in a soothing voice, “you look as if you have a dzur on your trail, tell us, what do you have to report?” Qui Gon saw Obi Wan wince slightly upon hearing that particular turn of phrase. “Emergency beacons, Countess,” Sylvia gasped out, “emergency beacons, the likes of which we’ve never seen before...swarms of them. The main communications consoles are locked up cold from the sheer number of transmissions.” “That many ships?” Neila asked in surprise, “all at one time, where are they coming from?” “The moon Countess,” Sylvia replied, her expression still panicked, “something catastrophic has happened there, we don’t know exactly what, but it’s bad.” The members of the council continued to mill around, hushed whispers passing to and fro among them. Many of them were shuffling around indecisively. “Members of the New Osiris Congress, hear me!” Countess Neila’s voice rang out and echoed from the tallest vaults of the domed chamber, “the first challenge of our new ruling body has arrived. Cast off the shackles that Lemur placed upon you, for now is the time for action! Contact all of your administrators, we need medical teams and relief personnel on the landing field NOW!! Call in anyone you know who can help.” Neila turned to the still obviously nervous technician and spoke gently, “Sylvia, go back to the communications center and turn everything off. Wait...listen to me,” she said as the tech started to shake her head, “leave the equipment off for about thirty seconds then re-activate it, that should clear out the overload. When you re-activate the system, set it for ‘send’ only, if we receive any more messages, the system will lock up again.” “But, what message should we transmit Countess? Lemur always said to let them find some other planet to land on.” Sylvia asked, confusion written plainly on her face. Countess Neila looked over her shoulder at the two silent Jedi standing there, thought for a moment and turned back to technician Sylvia, Neila then spoke the phrase that she had memorized from one of the most ancient text that she own -----signature----- ACCIO FIREBOLT!!!
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HealerLeona Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/16/00 10:05pm Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Loved how Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan got the attention of the nobles and I'm relieved to see the new governing body of Osiris being led by such a wise, goodhearted individual. Now hurry, let's see what's going on on the moon.
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 4/17/00 11:21am Subject: Re: Divided we fall. A sorta JA fanfic.
	Okay Gryph I want you to isten very closely. Come in close so I know that you can hear me. POST!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry I'm back now. Mini-mouse took that oppurtunity to dump an entire full bag of animal crakers on to the floor. Okay where was I? Oh that's right! I don't believe you left them that way on the moon! Although if I know Rela, which I do, she can take him. -----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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