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Green Saber Registered: Feb '99	Date Posted: 11/24/99 12:10pm Subject: The Powers that Be - Date Edited: 1/19/05 9:04am (1 edits total) Edited By: Herman Snerd
	"We've arrived master," the scrawny, withered man at the navigational panels of the star cruiser turned to address the dark robed figure standing behind him. Without a word the cloaked man turned and strolled from the bridge. The door opened at his approach and he stepped through into an anti-chamber where two more dark clad figures waited. "I will return shortly. Take the convoy on to the next nav point. I will rendezvous with you there, with the head of our cowardly leader," the other two figures met the man's gaze directly and saw his eyes brim with anger. "Yes, Sobreviven. We will see you there comrade," one of the figures spoke, her feminine voice cold and passionless. The other figure merely nodded as Sobreviven passed by and made his way to the cruiser's hangar bay. He briskly stepped aboard the waiting shuttle and ordered its launch. "Yes, master," the man in the pilot's seat replied, warily eyeing the lightsaber hanging from Sobreviven's waist. But the pilot knew that the weapon was the least of his worries. If Sobreviven felt that he deserved it, he would unleash any variety of pain and death on him. For Sobreviven was a Dark Jedi. Though none would ever dare to refer to him, or any of his companions as such. No, they were the Mas-Fforzo, the protectors of the Adrean Empire, and the judges, juries and exectutioners of its citizens. The hangar bay swept passed them as they entered the vastness of outerspace. Below them loomed the green and blue planet of "name." The shuttle speedily descended through the upper atmosphere and headed for the pre-programed destination. In the rear of the shuttle sat Sobreviven, chin resting on his hand, contemplating exactly what a suitable punishment for losing an empire should be. Less than a year ago at this time the Mas-Fforzo were gods. They traveled throughout the Adrean Empire as they wished, fear and respect cutting a swath like a lightsaber for them. But, that was before Kin Kashal. Before the revolution. Kashal had let the movement of the people gain too much support. Sobreviven had councilled him time and again to reinforce his military, to invest in weaponry. But the fool didn't listen, not until it was too late. The long oppressed population of the Adrean empire rose up against Kin Kashal and despite the best efforts of the Mas-Fforzo and the other fighting men under Kin Kashal's regime, the far superior numbers of the repressed, mal nourished, population overran planet after planet, before Kin Kashal and the remainder of the Mas-Fforzo were forced to flee, taking with them the massive amounts of weaponry purchased by Kin Kashal far too late to be employed against the revolution. Now the convoy would head to a planet outside of the knowledge of the Adrean Revolution and its ally the Republic. Perhaps, Sobreviven thought, they could foster some sort of civilization there and eventually retake what had been theirs. But, that was for later. Now he had to decide how to deal with his treacherous leader. A sensation of wariness pervaded Sobreviven's thoughts as the shuttle continued its descent, approaching the rendezvous point. Shutting his eyes, he concentrated, extending his senses out to find... "Turn the shuttle around now!!!" Sobreviven yelled. The pilot turned, "Sir?" "NOW!!!" the enraged Mas-Fforzo leapt to his feat. Fear gripped the pilot's hands before he could grip the shuttle's yoke. His hands all too slowly grabbed the controls and turned the shuttle on its axis and back towards space. The laser blast slammed into the shuttle's hind quarters knocking its engines out with its tremendous force. The shuttle dropped like a rock plummeting into the forest's canopy below. ******* "Looks like you were right, Kishal," the Republic Captain said as his men disembarked from their Assault Transport to examined the crashed shuttle. "Maybe the Republic will take mercy on you after all." A clearly weary Kin Kishal followed the military personel down the ramp to the forest floor, two armed guards directly behind him. Kishal was not a fool. He knew that the Mas Fforzo were angry with him for his failure to maintain control of his Father's empire. And he also knew that few beings ever survived the Mas-Fforzo's anger. When the oppurtunity presented itself, he turned himself in to Republic forces in promise for an impartial trial on Coruscant. Furthermore, in return for the whereabouts of the Mas-Fforzo he would receive a maximum of twenty years of imprisonment. All in all, not a bad deal for someone who's own people were trying to mount his head on a pike. "Hey Cap, look at this!" A young soldier pointed to the bloody remains of the pilot, thrown from the cockpit to the forest floor. The Captain walked over to the corpse, Kishal in tow. The Captain whistled to himself as he took in the gory sight. "In all my years I have never seen anyone crash with enough force to throw them through the cockpit. I would have thought that it would have been damn near impossible." Immediately the color drained from Kishal's face. The Captain noticed and looked over, "What you've never seen a corpse before? What's your problem?" "We are all going to die." No sooner had the last word passed through Kishal's lips than two Republic soldiers dropped lifeless to the ground, scorch marks clearly evident on their chests. A black shroud dove down from the branches above, a red blade of light protruding from it. The soldiers fired at the shroud, but none of the bolts landed. As soon as Sobreviven's feet hit the ground he was in motion again. Deflecting blaster bolts back to their origin, slashing mercilessly at his attackers, showing no emotion besides pure unbridled anger. The pilot of the Republic shuttle ran down the ramp to try to assist his comrades. Sobreviven caught the motion in the corner of his mind and spu round to see the pilot's arm cocked, a thermal detonator in his hand. Bolts of crackling energy shot from Sobreviven's figer tips and struck the pilot sqaurely in the face. The force of the impact forced his now lifeless corpse back up the ramp and into the shuttle, the grenades going with him. In a brilliant explosion the Republic Assault Transport ignited sending shrapnel in every direction. Several of the remaining Republic soldiers fell under the raining shards of metal. With a viscious slash from his lightsaber, Sobreviven ended the life of the Republic Captain and wheeled around to find his next victim. All that remained was Kishal, running away as fast as his legs could carry him. With the strength of the Force aiding him, Sobreviven send his lightsaber end over end after his former master. The red blade slicing through Kishal's legs as he fell on his face, his momentum permanently interupted. Slowly Sobreviven approached. Kishal squirmed on the ground trying in vain to escape hi impending doom. Sobreviven's shadow spilled over him and Kishal knew his death was at hand. Sobreviven looked down at the broken man at his feet. Around Kishal's neck lay the Adun-Rahm, object that had subjected Sobreviven and the remainder of the Mas-Fforzo to the servitude of Kishal. Upon his noble father's death he made the Mas-Fforzo pledge to serve the wearer of the crescent shaped necklace as they had served him. The Mas-Fforzo agreed, as the believed that Kin Kishal's older brother, Amenti would usurp the thrown, but Amenti's life ended prematurely, and Kin Kishal took the thrown and the Adun-Rahm. The Mas-Fforzo were ruthless, but they were noble and bound by the honor of their word. ButKishal had betrayed their vow and exploited the Mas-Fforzo. And now Sobreviven would rectify that betrayl. The dark warrior raised his right hand, and using that power of the force constricted the hemp link of the Amun-Rahm around the neck of Kin Kishal. Now the artifact that had given Kin Kishal such power choked the life out of Kishal one painful secon
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Tank Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 11/28/99 1:10pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
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¿Quien Sabes? Registered: Mar '99	Date Posted: 11/29/99 8:03pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	The Mas-Fforzo. The words brought up such feelings of hatred, But Elek tried his best to keep those thoughts far from his mind. They were around him, everywhere on this ship. The young Adrean pushed his way to the helm pausing only to shout “Hail Kishal!” when a superior passed by. Superiors, he hated them too. From years someone had always believe themselves to be greater than the people. Now the people were showing how wrong they were. Reachinng the door to the bridge Elek cautiously glance to ensure no witnesses could see him. He pulled a small detenator from his pocket and press it near the door controls. The timer flashed a three minute warning. Pulling his blaster Elek hit the panel and the door slid open. Quickly he fired several shots into the command chair where Sobreviven sat. But the empty chair only spun slowly to face him. Suprise covered the Adrean’s face. “Where is he!” he shouted waving the weapon around wildly. “Where’s the Mas Fforzo!” “He.. he’s not here,” the old navigator stuttered. “Shavit!” The Mas Fforzo's leader had gotten away, but there was more to the mission than that. “Get up!” he screamed. An explosion rocked the bridge. Soon soldiers pounded on the door outside, but it was blown shut. Elek, never wasting a minute, threw the navigator from his seat. All in the bridge were catapulted forward as the ship suddenly came out of hyperspace. Without the controlship the other vessel in the convoy would rapidly come to a stop at some unknown location. That was of no concern to Elek, for now all his thoughs were turned to destroying the Mas Fforzo abaord this ship. Quickly Elek found a nearby planet and set a collision course. A blaster bolt sealed the ship’s fate. The inertia-compensators and grav-plating failed, and occupants of the ship tumbled as it fell planetward. Moving through the spinning bridge Elek managed to reach the command chair. Strapping himself in, he watched as the first tongue of fire lapped at the hull. Friction ate away at the ship. Sceams of panic rang through the vessel though Elek calmly accepted his end. [This message has been edited by ¿Quien Sabes? (edited 12-08-1999).]
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Jeff 42 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '98	Date Posted: 11/29/99 8:21pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	I like it so far. Keep up the good work.
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Green Saber Registered: Feb '99	Date Posted: 12/1/99 8:35pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	Topside for you...
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Erica Amidala Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 12/6/99 8:20pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	nice ideas......if anyone wants to look I need some critisism for my JA fanfic, The First Few Days
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Jedi-Green8 Registered: Nov '99	Date Posted: 12/6/99 8:50pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	I haven't read it yet but I will soon... nice name by the way (us Green blokes have got to stick together) well cheeers!
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¿Quien Sabes? Registered: Mar '99	Date Posted: 12/8/99 7:10pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
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Green Saber Registered: Feb '99	Date Posted: 12/9/99 8:17pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	She used the force to thrust the on-rushing ship's crew aside as she made her way to the bridge. "Calia!" a dark robed male yelled as he and several other Mas-Fforzo rushed to catch up with her. "What is happening?" "We're dying!" She screamed, veins prodtruding from her neck. Still not fully comprehending he and the other Mas-Fforzo followed picked up their pace and headed to the bridge. Calia finally spotted the entrance to the bridge and the soldiers standing around it. "Move!" The soldiers looked up stunned at the sheer volume of her voice. But, they didn't move fast enough. The door flew inward along with the broken bodies of several of the soldiers. The man in the captain's chair spun around to witness his on-coming death. The purple blade of Calia's lightsaber sliced through both flesh, bone, and metal as she raced to the navigational controls. The remainder of the Mas-Fforzo rushed through the now destroyed doorway as the now flame shrouded ship began to tremble violently. The anger faded from Calia's face as she spun around and strapped herself in to the nearest chair. The other Mas-Fforzo did the same, but there were not enough seats and many fell to the now heavily slanted deck as the vibrations increased in intensity. No one spoke. All understood the situation. It was unity or death. Collectively they stretched out with the force and gripped the plummeting vessel. The vibrations ceased, and the nose of the gigantic ship began to rise, before it collided with the face of a mountain.
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Darth Kyzer Registered: Apr '99	Date Posted: 12/12/99 12:53pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	up again! is this story still going to be written? -----signature----- I used to be Jotun Denal... Amazing, eh?
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Green Saber Registered: Feb '99	Date Posted: 12/12/99 2:19pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	Patience...adventure HA, excitment HA...a Jedi craves not these things... Saber
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JadeSkywalker Registered: Mar '99	Date Posted: 12/12/99 3:29pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	But ask and it shall be given! Finally, a story post! And a long one at that! Cantiva. 300 years later. Rheyn Jesno wiped the beads of sweat from his brow and took up his vibroshiv again. He carefully cut a snarl of vegetation away from the mysterious metal structure that his team had discovered. Initially, he'd doubted there was anything worth his time and effort on Cantiva, no matter what the Republic's recent topographical surveys suggested. Sure, the surface scans showed some anomalies, but not enough to imply that there had ever been any civilization of note there. When he and his team had arrived, everything Rheyn had seen confirmed that theory. Until yesterday, when Rheyn found the domed formation. It was obviously not natural, too perfectly curved and symmetrical to be just another hillock. At that moment the Cantiva expedition took on a whole new excitement for the team. They swarmed around the dome, cutting away the vines that clung to it one tendril at a time. They discovered that underneath, it was metal, constructed by sentient hands. Rheyn worked far into the night, prying the creeping vines loose by glow lamp, until his assistant, Lhasla, and his son, Nyrhon, dragged him back to the camp, insisting that he get some rest. The dull gray of the metal was showing through in patches now. Rheyn took a step back to get a view of the whole building, more than twice as tall as he was, and with circumference twice that. That was when he noticed the dark line arcing down the curve of the dome, just a hairline, a shadow, but the first indication they'd found of how the thing was put together. Rheyn took a closer look at it, ran his fingers down it, and a wide grin split his face. Not a seam in the metal. A door. "Hey!" he whooped to his colleagues. Heads turned instantly to regard their leader. "I found the way in!" *************** Once they'd cleared the last of the vines away from the door, it swung open easily, without the squeal of rusted hinges. "I don't like this, Rheyn," Lhasla said. "Except for the vines, you'd think someone had been here yesterday." "You're too superstitious," Rheyn answered, trying hard not to roll his eyes at the twitching Rodian. "Test the atmosphere, make sure it's safe. Then we're going in." Lhasla's wrinkled his snout, and his satellite dish-like ears swivelled back and forth in dismay, but he complied, snaking the climate analyzer's sampling tube into the opening between door and wall. He activated the counter and green lights flashed and a cheery ping sounded. "Breathable?" Rheyn asked. "Perfectly," Lhasla replied, his ears twirling madly. "I really don't like this." "Lighten up," Rheyn told him, and stepped inside. He expected the inside to be pitch black, it invariably was in situations like this, but surprisingly it had much the same greenish gloom as the forest out side, if somewhat darker. Rheyn looked up and saw that the top of dome was open to the sky, and strung over with vines. "See?" he said, pointing to the skylight as Lhasla entered apprehensively behind him. "A reasonable explanation for everything." Rheyn took a step into the center of the dome to make room for his assistant and Nyrhon. He looked around him, as his eyes adjusted to the slight change in lighting. The stone floor had been incised with curved lines that swirled inward to the center of the building. Twelve poles, set at regular intervals supported the structure, meeting the top of the dome where the skylight had been cut out. Rheyn examined one of the poles, which were carved with the same sinuous patterns as the floor. He found to his surprise that it was wooden, yet it showed no sign of decay. "You see what I mean?" Lhasla whispered nervously. "There's no sign that this place has ever been disturbed. No animal nests, no bracken. Not a single leaf from on of those vines has fallen in here!" Rheyn ignored his assistant's fearful comments and continued to make his way to the middle of the dome. It was rather eerie that the interior of the dome was so well preserved, but it only piqued Rheyn's curiosity. He thrived on the mysterious-- the stranger, the better. In the absolute center of the dome, beneath the circular opening in the roof, stood a stone column over a meter tall and topped with a large, flat tablet. The top half was carved with a series of curved lines and circles, like the floor and pillars. The bottom, however, was filled with a strange flowing script, like nothing Rheyn had ever encountered before. He grinned to himself. Mysteries within mysteries. He was going to enjoy this expedition after all. He reached into the satchel that always hung at his side and rummaged around a bit before finding what he was looking for: a large, folded sheet of flimsiplast and a fat crayon, the kind children used before they learned how to handle a real stylus. Rheyn smoothed out the flimsy on top of the stone tablet and rubbed the crayon over it, creating a copy of the carving while leaving the original undisturbed. Other archaeologists had jeered at him for using such a primitive method when holo-imaging was available, but Rheyn found it better suited to the odd environments he worked in than a delicate holocamera. And, call him old-fashioned, but he liked having something to hold and touch. Nyrhon, who had been picking his way around the edge of the dome, suddenly called out, "Um, Dad? I think there's something over here you should see." Rheyn folded the flimsy and put it back into his satchel, then joined his son. Lhasla followed and shrieked when he saw what Nyrhon had found. It was a body. Like the posts, it hadn't succumbed to decay. It was preserved somehow, skin tightly stretched across its bones, weathered but not decomposed. Rheyn bent down to take a closer look, and Nyrhon did likewise, while Lhasla looked on, whimpering. The body was a human man; what was left of his hair was shot with gray. He knelt at the edge of the dome, directly between two of the wooden poles. The man's posture seemed to Rheyn to be one of reverence or supplication. There were no signs of violence on him, no obvious wounds. Rheyn rocked back on his heels, considering the implications of this. As he did, he noticed the cylinder hanging from the man's belt: black and silver lacquered with three buttons. A lightsaber. He looked up at Lhasla. "You wanted to know why this place was in such good shape.... there you go. He was a Jedi."
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Darth Kyzer Registered: Apr '99	Date Posted: 12/12/99 6:56pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be - Date Edited: 3/5/03 3:08pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Darth Kyzer
	ugh -----signature----- I used to be Jotun Denal... Amazing, eh?
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JadeSkywalker Registered: Mar '99	Date Posted: 12/16/99 8:48pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	Rheyn pored over the copy he'd made of the tablet, trying to make some sense of it. Neither the writing nor the drawing was like anything he'd seen before. He'd found a few patterns in both of them. Characters that appeared in the text were repeated next to sets of concentric circles in the drawing. Whether they were letters or words, Rheyn had yet to determine. Nyrhon entered the tent, carrying two bowls of unidentifiable brown glop, whatever it was that the team's cook had whipped up for dinner from their limited supplies. He settled cross-legged on the floor next to Rheyn and handed his father one of the bowls. "Making any progress?" he asked. "No," Rheyn grimaced. He poked a spoon at the chunks of reconstituted vegetables smothered in gravy, gingerly took a bite, and quickly set the dish aside. Eating camp rations was the worst part of this job; there were only so many things you could do with the dried, powdered, and otherwise preserved ingredients. An-mari was a good cook, but even she couldn't work miracles. "It could take me years to figure this one out. I have no frame of reference for it, and....how can you stand to eat that stuff?" he asked Nyrhon, who was busily wolfing down the stew. At 19, it seemed Nyrhon was still in the stage where he would eat anything he could find that was even marginally edible. He shrugged in answer, his mouth full of food, then swallowing, said, " A real challenge, huh?" "You can say that again," Rheyn snorted. "You'd have to be a genius to decipher it. Or a Jedi," he added, thinking of the body in the metal dome. "Or a genius Jedi." The words struck a chord with him, and Rheyn laughed out loud. "Of course! Why didn't I think of her before? Sometimes, son, you have to call in another expert for help. The trick is knowing who to call," he explained to Nyrhon. "I had a student about, oh, seven years ago in one of my ancient language classes named Alia Ba'khar. Child prodigy. She could whip through translations like they were already in Basic, no matter what obscure language they were in. She translated the contents of that scroll Nebar Crobosk sent me, the one he'd been working on for five years, in two weeks. She thought it was her next assignment" Nyrhon nodded with a faint smile. "I remember her. She was only a little older than I was, but she never treated me like I was stupid or tried to act superior because she was already in the University's advanced program. " "It turns out she's a Jedi; that her abillity with languages comes from the Force," Rheyn said. "Last I heard, Alia was trying to put together a libray for the Jedi Academy on Yavin. Not an easy task, since just about all the information on them was destroyed under the Empire. Given who our friend in the dome must have been, I'll bet she'd be glad to help us figure out what the tablet says."
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Jeff 42 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '98	Date Posted: 12/16/99 9:08pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
	Cool posts, JadeSkywalker.
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Green Saber Registered: Feb '99	Date Posted: 12/21/99 12:03pm Subject: Re: The Powers that Be
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