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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/22/06 11:12am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Pelranius posted: I'd forgotten that the prisoner was force sensitive! And I assumed from Pellaeon offensive (complete with Star Dreadnought Reaper and all) that this fic was set before ABBY 14 (Crystal Star). IIRC, Bevel Lemelisk received a furlough from his captors to look at Hethrir's worldcraft, according to NEGtC. I have to look up the EC again, but I'm sure CrystalStar was before Pellaeon's Orinda-campaign. BTW, a few chapters of THIS story prior we had a small scene with Leia comforting Anakin about his bad dreams and the episode with Hethrir mentioned there. If not and the time-line of ToDVS is different from the official time-line then I have to say "Sorry, who cares, I'll take an artistic liberty with this. It is my story, after all." Pelranius posted: "Recruiting" would be a better term, but somehow, I'd think some of them (darksiders) would need a little bit of "persuasion". Lucan doesn't want to recruit Nist. He wants him for the same reason Luke Skywalker was/is at the prison-facility. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Pelranius Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/22/06 1:38pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	I jumped the gun, I see. (I'm talking about my assumption that Miney was coming recruit Nist) All questions will be answered, I suppose. Incidentally, I'd like to see a Sith without a red lightsaber one of these days. It's good to see NR guards be cannon fodder once for a change (besides the Tantive IV) Though looks like Cracken is losing his touch. Only stun weapons? Though there must be a FIDO droid somewhere. PS: Rebooted the Perilious Balance as Destiny's Inferno. PPS: If I remember correctly, Xecr Nist was quite porky in his face. Prison did some good for him in that department, at least. -----signature----- Fleet Junkie and Proud! Fics: Destiny's Inferno (TTT/DE AU) And the Skywalker Saga KOTOR Style Updated 7/24/06 see bio for details
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 7/22/06 5:03pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	To quote the last update: "She understood the reasoning behind giving prison-guards only stun-weapons, it would prevent prisoners trying to break out from getting their hands on lethal weapons, " -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 8/20/06 4:00pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Just found this update too. Nice jailbreak scenes. And I have to admit, too, I thought Lucan would be looking to recruit some darksiders for his cause. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 9/24/06 10:21am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Here is the next part of our prison-break. Actually I had planned to update the "Union"-story by now, but that showed to be more difficult than expected. The pieces simply won't come together and before I descended into a total writers-block, I decided to continue here. Have fun. The Tale of Darth Vader's Son The blade of energy completed the circle it had cut into the ground. For several moments the piece of ferocrete and durasteel was still a part of the floor, then it dropped down. The four guards surrounding the hole tightened their grips around their stun-rifles, the shafts of the weapons pressed firmly against their shoulders. The four men were far enough away from the edges of the hole to be seen from below and close enough to make it impossible to miss should the prisoner and those trying to rescue him decide to stick their heads out. They also had every reason to assume, that they were far enough away, should the first thing to come out be a grenade - at least far enough that only two of them would be impeded, should the grenade explode, while the others would be able to get away in time. Unfortunately nobody had prepared them for a Force-user. --- Miney held the piece of floor in position with the Force long enough for herself and her companions to get away from the hole in the ceiling. Discovering the locations of the four guards on the next level had been no problem. The young woman, who had already caused so much mayhem took a grenade from her belt. Setting the timer on ten seconds she let her Force-grip on the ceiling slip and levitated the grenade below the newly created opening. Counting back she was by three seconds when she pushed the hoovering grenade straight upwards. --- The guards looked up in surprise. From one moment to the other it had been there. A cylindrical object, that had come out of the darkness in a straight line and was now hoovering one meter in the air when they had expected the thing to clatter on the floor on one side of the hole after being thrown in a wide arc. Which meant, that the distance from every soldier to the grenade was the same. "Huttslime." one of them tried to curse and then the thing exploded. --- The light and heat and shockwave were barely gone when Miney leaped through the hole. The guards had tried to get away from the grenade, but even if the explosion hadn't killed them it had thrown them to the floor. One of them on the side where she had landed was unconscious, but his comrade was already trying to get back on his feet, his hands gripping at his weapon. A buzzing sound was the last thing he heard before something hot and crimson severed both of his lower arms. With a scream the man dropped back to the floor and passed out, while Miney twirled around to face the men on the other side of the hole. Both of them had managed to stand up and they were bringing their weapons into shooting-position when an invisible hand picked them from their feet and threw them against the wall. They joined their consciousless comrades already on the ground. The female Zabrak looked down the corridor, then back over her shoulder making sure, that nobody was left to attack them, then she stepped to the hole in the ground. "Alright, you can come up." --- Luke Skywalker reached the first ramp upwards to the next level. Through the Force he felt the pain and the fear of the men on the upper floor of the prison-block and for a moment it caused him to forget the more exotic means designed to prevent prisoners from escaping. Out of a full run he jumped on the ramp, was already making the next step - "Don't. The floor is ... ." one of the guards behind him shouted. - and his feet lost their grip on the ground. "... smooth like a mirror." The Jedi-Master dropped very undignified down and only in the last moment Luke Skywalker managed to deactivate his lightsaber before his body hit the ground with a loud thump. The impact drove the air out of his lungs as he slided down the ramp and over the flat floor towards the two men Director Yeen Yush had sent with him. "Ummpf." Luke made, when the two men picked him up and helped him on his feet. "Sorry, Sir. But we've warned you before." "Are you alright, Master Skywalker?" the other one asked. "I'm alright, thank you." Luke answered, cursing himself for being careless. If something like that had happened in a real battle, if he had allowed an impression through the Force to distract him that much there it might have been the last mistake of his life. "Getting old, are we." he thought darkly, only to admonish himself the next moment. To care and to be concerned for the well-being of other people was what made him a Jedi. To become apathic and desinterested to their struggles would be the first step to the Dark Side. "But that doesn't mean, that I have to make mistakes." Luke thought. He cought his breath. "Any idea how to go up?" "Aside from climbing the wall, Sir?" "We already discussed this." Luke said, remembering the droids. "We'll walk." Activating his lightsaber he stepped back to the ramp. "You already tried that, Sir." "Not this way." The Jedi-Master explained and then swung his lightsaber. --- Looking at one of the cell-numbers of the doors of the corridor she stood in Miney muttered a curse she had picked up during her days in the slums of Chalmarn. "Is there a problem?" Xecr Nist asked behind her. "We're in the wrong corridor." the Sith-Apprentice shot back, whirling around at the former Imperial SupremeCommander, who stood next to Giswad. CD-16 was covering their back. "How?" Giswad signaled with one hand. "More corridors with fewer cells on the upper levels, fewer corridors with less prison-cells on the lower levels. As a consequence the layout of each level is different." Miney hesitated. "That means we have to cover some distance in the open. Chaos." "Wouldn't we have had to do that sooner or later, no matter what?" asked Nist. "I don't know your original plan, but why do we even have to get into another corridor?" "Because you're not the only prisoner I have to get out of this facility." Miney showed Nist a feral grin. "You aren't as important as you think you are, Nist." The quartet of two humans, one Zabrak and one droid had reached the entrance to the central core of Prison-block Four. "Here is how we do that." Miney ordered. "Nist, Giswad, you two stay close to the wall. I'll cover Giswad, CD-16 covers the Executor. Our destination is the next corridor to the right." She took a deep breath. "Run." --- The green blade moved from the left to the right and back. Where it hit the material of the ramp the smooth layer was burned away and turned into a rough surface. Careful to step on the right spots and to not slip again Luke Skywalker climbed up the improvised walkway, the two guards close behind. They had almost reached the next level when a sound from above caused them to look up. "There they are, Master Skywalker." one of the men shouted. "I can see that." Luke snapped. If he and the guards could see the intruders, they could see them as well. And if they hadn't seen them until now, they had certainly HEARD them. When this was over he would have a very serious talk with whoever designed the NewRepublic's prison-facilities and was responsible for the training of the personal employed there. But at the moment this was the last of his problems. The firepower the escapees carried with them was. The Jedi-Master kept his eyes fested on their opponents on the next level above them who were running towards the next corridor with prison-cells, especially the combat-droid who now turned towards them. As if on clue crimson laser-fire started to rain down on them. "Get down." Luke shouted, while blocking the blaster-bolts with his lightsaber. The two guards tried to do exactly that, but lost their footing on the ramp. They slided down the ramp and with the start they had gotten from being almost at the upper end of the ramp they didn't stop when they reached the walkway below and continued to slither over the now even ground. His ears told Luke what had happened to them, but he couldn't afford to look after the two clumsy guards because the hail of blaster-fire requested all his attention. "Not that I'm complaining, but why is the blasted thing firing with only two of its four guns at me?" Luke wondered. His question was answered, when one of the security-droids hoovered over him and towards the four figures on level four. Until now the droids had been evenly spread through the main hall and especially close to the ground since in theory the only way open to somebody trying to break out was downwards. And the entire mess had started on the lowest level after all. But now the systems of the droids had realized, that the real action was taking place on one of the levels above them and consequently they hurried to get into position to do what they had been programmed to do. Unfortunatly the programming of the hostile combat-droid wasn't bad either and it quickly started to target the flying droids with precision shots. --- Miney, Xecr Nist and Giswad rushed into the cover of the next prisoner-corridor, while CD-16 stayed on the walkway. "What the hell is he doing out there." Nist shouted, while Giswad covered the entrance and Miney walked along the cell-doors, searching for a special number. "Preventing them from clustering our only exist once we're finished here." The young Sith-Apprentice answered. "The security-droids are so large they barely fit into the corridors. That makes them impossible to miss, but also impossible to pass once they're inside. Now help Giswad." Muttering into his non-existant beard Xecr Nist returned to Giswads side, who had knelt down and aimed his blaster-rifle at the floating droids, who were concentrating on CD-16. The four-armed droid had already pierced one of the security-automats so much, that it broke apart and its pieces dropped to the ground twenty meters below them. Until now CD-16's own shields were holding, but a lot of fire-power had been needed to destroy one of the opposing droids and the artificial brain of the combat-droid had come to the conclusion, that it needed a more effective way to take its enemies out. Giswad on the other hand was in a relativly safe position. For him it wasn't necessary to keep up a constant hail of fire to keep the droids at a distance, he could afford to charge up his weapon until he had accumulated enough energy for a single shot powerful enough to take the prison-sentries down. What he did. --- Luke Skywalker took a breath of relief. He didn't knew how long he would have been able to defend himself against the fire of the combat-droid, if it had continued, but the arrival of the security-droids had saved him. Unfortunatyl three of the twelve droids were already down, so he better hurried to get on level four as long as the intruders, who attempted to free Xecr Nist were still distracted. --- Designing a new strategy hadn't been difficult for CD-16. Setting three of its in-built blaster-cannons on low power he kept the prison-droids at bay with a steady rain of laser-fire. At the same time he forced them into a position for his fourth weapon. With that he targeted their sensor-suites and the connections to their processor-units. Basically he was taking their brains out and robbed of their artificial eyes, ears and nerve-centres the security-droids stopped moving and hoovered in the positions they had occupied during their last conscious moments. Xecr Nist, who had observed the performance of CD-16 slapped Giswad on the shoulder with ardour. "That combat-programming of your droid is fantastic. If only we had had such routines for our SD-droids the Empire could have done without the Stormtrooper-corps." "The Empire always favoured control over performance. From its hyperdrive-less fighters over the limited programming of its droids to the lack of initiative of its troops." a smooth female voice explained with contempt. Xecr Nist turned around and looked at a young, humanoid female. Her well-proportioned body was covered with green skin and a hint of scales here and there. A tuft of black hair emerged from her otherwise bald head and hung down in a tail almost to her hips. Her dark blue eyes were some of the coldest the former Executor of Emperor Palpatine had ever looked into. But even as he became aware of how dangerous the woman was, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her. He shook his head to clear his mind. "It is just the pheromones." he reminded himself and had to bite the inside of his cheeks to get his control back. "And you are?" he asked aloud. "Now, now, where are your manners, Executor?" admonished Miney, who had appeared beside the woman. "Savan, this is Xecr Nist, the last SupremeCommander of the Empire. Xect Nist, this is Savan of Falleen." The Sith-Apprentice hesitated for a moment. "Actually I think, it would be more correct to call her Princess Savan. With the death of her uncle and no other surviving relatives she would be the sole heir to the title." The red-skinned girl explained and Xecr Nist wondered, if the dark glee he had thought he had heard in the voice of the Zabrak had really been there. "Uncle, what uncle?" he asked instead. "Concerning the speed with which the empire is running through different SupremeCommanders, it is no wonder I have never heart of you, Mr. Nist." Savan explained supercilious. "But even you should have heard of my uncle, the Prince Xixor." "Prince Xixor?" Nist was at a loss for words. "Like in underlord of BlackSun?" "Yes." confirmed Savan. "THAT Prince Xixor." Nist was at a loss for words. What had appeared to be a simple prison-break-out (as simple as such a thing was with a facility as sophisticated as Altraz) had suddenly become a lot more complicated. The Prince Xixor had been one of the most powerful beings of the galaxy outside of the Imperial Court because of his position as President of XixorTransportSystems, which had been the largest shipping-company controlled by a single individual and as leader of the galaxy-wide operating criminal syndicate BlackSun. But with the death of Xixor at the hands of Darth Vader XTS's assets had been nationalized by the Empire, corporations like TaggeCo., D'Asta-Shipping, Baobad Merchant and Red Star Shipping Lines had filled the void by taking over its business and contracts and as a result the company had gone bankrupt. BlackSun had largely destroyed itself in internal fights over the question of who should succeed the Dark Prince as head of the organisation. Internal fights Savan, Xixor's niece, had had a hand in until she had been taken out and imprisoned by the "Heros of Yavin" from the Rebel-Alliance. What could anybody want with her? Xecr Nist had thought that some faction of the Empire was behind this operation, but now he wasn't so sure of that. What if it was a remnant of BlackSun? At its height the organisation hadn't hesitated to attempt to influence galactic politics and ... . "Stop dreaming, Executor." Miney, who had taken a look out into the main hall of the prison-complex interrupted his thoughts. "Its time to get out of here." "How?" Savan asked. "I can see, that your droid and Silent Bossk here have taken out the security-droids, but there's no way out except the lift-platform in the centre. And that is twenty meters through empty air and fifteen meters down." "She's right, you know." Nist added just to say something. Miney gave him a dark glare. "Especially from you I would have expected different." she huffed. "We jump. CD-16." The droid, who had until now stood outside the narrow corridor stepped in. Without hesitation it grapped Xecr Nist and turned back towards the walkway and the huge gap between the wall and the central pillar. "WAIT, YOU CAN'T ... ." the former SupremeCommander protested, but it was to late. CD-16 run up and jumped. --- "... JUMP!!!" Hearing the panicked shout Luke Skywalker looked up and saw the droid fly through the air, a frightened Xecr Nist in his arms. The descent of the pair towards the ground made an almost perfect bow, but even from where he stood Luke could see, that they would miss the lift-platform. Until they were pushed forward by an invisible hand. Gritting his teeth the Jedi-Master decided to change his strategy. Until now the guards had been of little use to him and he couldn't take them with him anyway, if he followed the escapees. And since the security-droids were all out of the equatation they were unable to prevent him from doing, what he did now. Luke jumped. --- Miney watched how Giswad jumped with Savan on his back and used the Force to guide them to the lift-platform. Without that kind of assistance the two would have covered perhaps half the distance and then dropped straight down to the floor, where their impact would have forced the cleaning-department of the prison to pick up their remains. A ripple in the Force warned Miney about danger to her right and turning her head in that direction the Sith-Apprentic spotted Luke Skywalker, who had jumped from the walkway below onto the walkway of Level Four, what reduced the distance between them to thirty meters, a quater of the entire range around the central hall. The Jedi-Master was quickly approaching her with Force-enhanced speed. It was time to go. --- Luke run as fast as possible, but it was too late. He was perhaps ten meters away from the red-skinned female. By now he was certain, that she was the one of the escapees using the Force, not Xecr Nist. The Force was encompassing the entire universe, connecting every single atom with all the other ones. In moments of deep meditation and/or clairvoyance Luke was able to perciece those connections as forming an incredibly complicated, multi-layered net of astounding beauty made up of light. Luke couldn't say why, but this very moment he percieved the universe and the Force exactly this way without meditating. The woman before him was a dark spot. A cancerous knot of darkness defiling the net of light like some kind of tumor, with whirles and ripples of evil energies moving around her, spreading out like tendrils of smoke and soot, poisening the entire structure. Palpatine and Vader hadn't been like this. Those two had formed huge gaps inside the entire structure, black holes whose power had pulled everything else into the abyss to be devoured by the Dark Side itself. For Luke the difference was deeply disturbing on an emotional and spirituel level, because he suddenly realised, that he was looking at such an abyss in its early, embryonic-like state. But what was worst was the still bright core of the woman, an inner light confirming her strenght in the Force and still piercing through the black slime, that seemed to cover her. What a loss. --- Miney flew through the air towards the lift. Already activated by Giswad the platform rose upwards. For a moment the Zabrak-girl seemed to miss the platform, but then her hands closed around the edge. Hanging there, only held by the strenght of her fingers Miney pulled herself up and swung herself onto the platform. Coming to her feet and turning back towards the wall Miney spotted Luke Skywalker preparing to follow her. Her hand dropped to the lightsaber at her belt and her mouth shouted an order. "CD-16, shoot him down." -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 10/13/06 1:26pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	This could be quite a fight. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker
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Pelranius Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 10/14/06 3:52pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Major ouch time. Luke could probably deal with CD-16 or Miney seperately, but trying to do both at the same time while following the platform should be quiet interesting to watch. Do Jedi Masters bounce when they fall? -----signature----- Fleet Junkie and Proud! Fics: Destiny's Inferno (TTT/DE AU) And the Skywalker Saga KOTOR Style Updated 7/24/06 see bio for details
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 1/14/07 4:40am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	I have good news and bad news. The good news is I got a new job at the beginning of the year. The bad news: it is a vergy good job, one I want to keep and also very complex. So aside from regular work I have to do one or two hours in addition in the evenings to get myself up to the task. Consequently this is time I no longer have for hobbies and the making of updates. This will change back once I'm fit at my new field of work, but until then it will take even longer than before. I'm really sorry about that, but the issues of real life take priority. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 2/4/07 8:41am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	A small update for those who want to know, what happens next in our prison-break. Enjoy. The Tale of Darth Vader's Son Luke Skywalker flew through the air, lightsaber ignited, when the blasted droid opened fire with its four weapons. Guided by the Force Luke's blade intercepted the incoming shots with almost lightspeed, but while they didn't kill him their impacts pushed him away. Already he was loosing altitude and with a resigned sigh he allowed himself to drop towards the floor. --- "I think we won't see him again." Savan claimed calmly. "Don't be so sure of that." Xecr Nist cautioned. "You underestimate the power of the Force." "There is only one exit to this building and Skywalker is more than fifty meters below us. How should he catch up with us in time?" "By slowing us down." Miney, who had ignored the exchange between her two wards, hissed. Xecr Nist and Savan looked in wonderment at the young female, who was the one in charge, despite still a teenager and therefor much younger than both of them. Now, that they had stopped bickering they could hear the buzzing sound of a lightsaber getting louder and louder. "That's ..." Savan muttered nervously. "A lightsaber." Xecr Nist confirmed. "How ... ." "Just his lightsaber." Miney clarified. Then the entire platform was shaken through and came to a halt. "He has hit the repulsor-block. The lift is no longer able to move." --- Calling his lightsaber back into his hand Luke looked upwards to the lift-platform. Clipping the weapon back to his belt he started to climb up the pillar. Actually climbing was a misleading term, the designers of the facility had put the steps of a ladder into the pillar in cases of emergency and the Jedi-Master pushed himself upwards to another step ten meters above him. After four of those jumps he was close to the platform, reaching out with his Force-enhanced senses he could make out his opponents further upwards, climbing up the ladder. All, but one. --- Miney stood on the platform, waiting patiently for her opponent to arrive. Above her the rest of her party was climbing up the ladder at a much slower speed than she felt Luke Skywalker using. On her own she would have been as fast as the Jedi-Master, if not faster, but unfortunatly she was limited by her companions. Only Xecr Nist might have been able to keep up with her on a good day, but the good days for the former Executor of the Empire were long gone. Savan and Giswad couldn't use the Force and CD-16, while still able to climb faster than an ordinary human, was too heavy. For a moment she had considered leaving CD-16 here to take care of the blasted Jedi, but the territory didn't favour the weapons-systems of the droid. He might have been able to slow Skywalker down, but would have certainly been destroyed in the process and she still needed the droid for their enemies on the other end of the ladder. No, she was the only one able to slow the Jedi down without dying during the attempt. --- Shrouding himself in the Force Luke Skywalker slowly climbed the last few meters towards the platform, his lightsaber in one hand, ready to activate it in a moments notice to deflect incoming blaster-bolts. He would have felt more comfortable, if he could have activated the weapon, but the buzzing sound might not only give his presence away, but also betray his exact position to an observant enemy. The thought caused him to make a sour face, again Luke was forced to realized, that the prime weapon of the Jedi wasn't developed for situations, where stealth was required. On the other side Jedi weren't supposed to sneak around in the dark like common thugs and they were also supposed to have other options available to them. Options that were negated by an opponent, who could use the Force, too. He had almost reached the platform, when a small sound caused him to freeze. Had he been discovered? But no, the being trying to ambush him had simply shifted its weight from one foot to the other. A few moments passed and when nothing happened Luke started to relax. Daring to breath again the Jedi was about to set himself into motion again, when suddenly a needle of crimson color burst through the floor of the lift-platform, aiming for his face. --- In a crouched position Miney stood on the lift-platform, her deactivated lightsaber in both hands and a surprise for the Jedi at her belt. A surprise she would use as soon as her companions would be far enough away and she could afford to make a large jump upwards as well. Until then she had to keep Luke Skywalker below the platform and to make him concentrate on her and her lightsaber so much that he ignored the real source of danger. The eyes of the young woman were turned into slits as she concentrated all her senses on the approaching enemy and also made herself invisible in the Force, using the Quytec-technique her Master had taught her. Miney was like a spider inside her web, waiting patiently for the prey to arrive, ready for the kill. But there was nothing to be killed. Sweat started to drop down her forehead when she was unable to detect Luke Skywalker, realising, that the Jedi-Master was doing the same thing as her. Who was the hunter and who was the prey? In the mind of Miney confidance and faith in her own abilities and training were fighting with the knowledge, that this was no longer a training-situation, that this was real and that her life could be over within moments. As good as her training had been, Skywalker was lightyears ahead of her in terms of experience. "Where are you?" she thought nervously. In an attempt to get her composure back Miney shifted her weight from one foot to the other and then it happened. "If you use your senses and you are unable to discover something that should be there, look out for what is NOT there. The Force, no reality itself, is like a constantly moving ocean. Sentinent beings, animals, plants, solid matter, they all create waves and currents in this ocean not only through their own movements. Even an object that appears to be completely still is actually moving. Moving through time, from the past into the future. There are always ripples in the flow. Look for them." her Master had told her. And just now Miney had been able to discover such a ripple. Where had been a slow, but constant flow of air from the bottom of the turbolift towards the platform, there was suddenly an obstacle on the way upwards. A grim smile appeared on the face of the Sith-apprentice as she pressed the button to activate her weapon. --- Turning his face away Luke also twisted his body around to escape the crimson blade, which passed his head only by centimeters. The next strike also missed, but not because the Jedi-Master was able to parry it with his weapon, but because Luke had changed his position from slightly below the centre of the platform towards the edge. Hanging down with one hand it was time to give his opponent a dose of his own medicine and so he shoved his blade through the bottom of the platform. His attempt was of comparable success to that of the darksider and answered by another series of stabs at his assumed position, forcing him to leap with one hand towards the other end of the platform, while defending himself with the weapon in his other hand. The Sith-blade attacked him with an almost regular pattern of a half second between each stab and Luke almost missed it, when the attacks from above stopped. The lighsaber was already on the move to intercept the next attack, when the Jedi-Master realized, that already twice the time had passed. Looking forward he saw the Sith swing herself around the edge, holding herself with both hands on the platform and her booted feet aiming for his chest. It reminded Luke of a move he had done at the beginning of his fight against Jabba's thugs above the pit of the Sarlacc so many years ago on Tatooine, just with the direction reversed. Then the feet of his opponent impacted against his chest and with his grip lost Luke was pushed back. In the last moment he was able to get a hold on a part of the gutted engine-block of the repulsor-lift, while the Sith was already swinging herself back onto the platform. As fast as he could Luke let go of the engine-block and jumped over to the opposite edge of the platform, painfully aware, that his opponent would try to attack him from above, if he had stayed on his side of the platform. --- Miney felt her opponent move below her. Looking upwards she came to the conclusion, that her wards were now far away enough. Taking the thermal-detonator from her belt, she prepared herself for a jump, when something green and hot emerged through the bottom. --- Luke Skywalker knew, that he needed to get onto the platform, if he wanted to make any progress in his attempt to prevent the prisoners from escaping. Unfortunatly his opponent - despite her youth - had shown herself to be well-trained and resourceful, difficult to defeat. And she had the high ground. The Jedi-Master was tired of hanging on pieces of scrapped machinery and climbing around and if the direct approach didn't work, he had to try something else. But for that to work he had to distract the female darksider, so he started again to stab with his lightsaber through the platform. --- Concentrated on evading the green blade of energy aimed at her movement at the edge of her field of vision was Miney's only warning. One of the security-droids of the prison-facility, that had been destroyed by the precise firing of either Giswad or CD-16 was moving in her direction. That should have been impossible. While the shots had taken out the controlling elements of the droid its repulsor-mechanism was still working and had kept the piece of metal in the air. After all the work to lift the droid up against the pull of gravity had already been delivered. But in that condition it should be impossible for the scrap-pile to move up- or downwards or in the vertical direction. The next moment Luke Skywalker emerged from below the platform. Understanding, what her opponent had in mind Miney looked up and decided that her companions were far enough away. --- Building up enough momentum Luke took one last swing and then catapulted himself through the air towards the damaged droid. Landing on top of the former unorganic prison-guard he had pulled into its current position with the Force he crouched down for his next jump. Thought and action became one when he leaped through the air towards the lift-platform. This time it would be him, who would come from above and very soon he and the female darksider would fight on the same level and then it would be only a question of time until the fighting would be over. Unfortunatly his opponent had different ideas. --- Setting the timer of the thermal-detonator on five seconds Miney took the time to wave the grenade around in front of the face of the descending Jedi-Master, then squeezed the small cylinder between the central pillar and a step of the ladder. Then she made a jump of her own. --- Unable to change his course in midflight Luke could only watch how the red-skinned female made a straight jump upwards, while he himself was going to come down on the platform at the same time a grenade was going to explode. And he would be at the center of it. Through the Force he could feel, that he had only three seconds left. His feet came down on the edge of the platform, the place where he had wanted to be only moments before. Two seconds left. Luke didn't waste time in positioning his body, it didn't matter which direction he would jump as long as he got away from the platform. One second left. Increasing his strength with the Force Luke pushed himself away from the platform, while also drawing on the Force to shield himself. The thermal-detonator exploded and the entire world went white. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 2/6/07 12:20pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	I still look forward to Luke meeting his half brother.
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 2/16/07 7:16pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Good luck with your new job, FTeik! -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 4/15/07 9:39am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Thank you, Spike. To be honest, I wanted to be finished with this part of the story by now, but I never expected a prison-break could be so long. I suggest you just enjoy it. There are also two references to works of the EU in this update. Wonder, if you'll recognize them. The Tale of Darth Vader's Son Miney reached the opening in the ceiling of prison-block four. Taking a last look back she couldn't see anything of Luke Skywalker, but she could still sense him in the Force. Supressing a sigh she admitted to herself that, if it would really have been that easy to kill the Jedi-Master, Skywalker would have been killed years ago and she wouldn't have to fight him now. Turning towards the walkway that connected block four with the central hub of the Altraz-prison-facility the Sith-Apprentice discovered, that her companions had covered two thirds of the way. The crew of the prison would have to be blind and deaf, if they hadn't noticed the alarm in block four and they would have to be totally incompetent, if they wouldn't await prisoners trying to break out on the other end. No, she and her companions would have to fight their way out. It was time to call for re-inforcements. Pressing a button on the comlink on her left wrist Miney activated the combat-droids still aboard "Danaer's Gift". "CD-10 till CD-15. Code "Bloodflow". You're to leave the ship and attack the prison-facility." Deactivating the comlink Miney made a sour face. The five combat-droids were the last trick she could pull out of her sleeve. From now on all cards were on the table and either she succeeded or... . There was no use thinking about the "or". She had other things to worry about. Even with the five combat-droids attacking the prison from the outside and causing a distraction the guards on the other side of the walkway would slow them down, what would give Luke Skywalker enough time to catch up with them and prevent them from escaping. What meant, that she still had to take care of the Jedi-Master. A sound like "whoosh" reached her ears. Miney looked through the opening in the floor, but couldn't see anything. Again the "whoosh". As if a large, un-aerodynamic mass was shoved through the air. Whatever it was, it meant that Skywalker would sooner or later - more likely sooner - arrive and Miney wasn't interested in a repeated performance of what had happened on the lift-platform, so she started to run. --- When he regained consciousness he kept his eyes closed. From what he remembered there had been a blinding white hurting them. In fact every cell of his body seemed to hurt. He was laying on his back, cool air was drifting over his exposed skin and - Luke Skywalker remembered, where he was and his eyes shot open. The fight on the turbolift-platform, the thermal-detonator, his jump away from the explosion. How long had he been out of action? And had his inactivity allowed his opponents to escape? Checking his internal sense of time Luke discovered, that he had been out for less than a minute. Not bad for being within the blast-radii of a thermal-detonator and making a drop that would have killed any kind of ordinary being. But for a Jedi, who could make jumps twenty meter or more downwards without breaking his legs when hitting the floor, a drop out of fifty meters wasn't a lethal affair. Just a very painful one. As the flash proved, that run through his body when he tried to stand up. A groan escaped Luke's lips and he looked around to take in his surroundings. He was on the ground-level of block four, the lower part of the central pillar had come down after the explosion (thankfully no parts of the debris had hit him) and he could see Director Yuun and his guards winking at him from two levels above. Where were the escapees? Reaching out through the Force the Jedi-Master discovered the small hint of a presence high above him, just outside the opening in the ceiling through which the turbolift-platform would have come in or taken exit, when it wasn't blown into pieces. Question was, how could he get up there? It was too high for a single jump and with the central pillar gone a number of smaller jumps also wasn't possible. His eye cought one of the damaged security-droids still hovering in the air. Taking another look around he discovered several of its collegues in a similar condition. Maybe he didn't need an intact pillar after all. Taking a deep breath he stretched out his hand and summoned the Force. --- "Why isn't he coming over?" Yeen Yush asked himself. "After all there is nothing he can do anymore." After witnessing the destruction created within his until then peaceful and smooth operating facility and the apparent ease with which its internal defenses had been overcome moral of the injured man was at a low. Belonging to a stubborn and headstrong species that condition wouldn't last long, but at the moment the director was resigned to his fate. "The Jedi-Master seems to be of a different opinion." one of the guards said. "There." Yeen Yush looked in surprise at the man. He had thought he had spoken low enough to not be heard by anybody. That he had been wrong about that was further evidence of his mental exhaustion. Then he turned back towards Skywalker and his eyes went wide. Invisible hands were pushing the remains of the security-droids around. While their still active repulsor-fields were keeping them in the air, they were unable to move up and down or to the sides on their own. But now an outside force was changing that and the stunned men watched in awe how the droids were put into new positions, where they formed some kind of stairway. Then their jaws dropped, when they saw Luke Skywalker leapfrog from the ground to the lowest hoovering droid and from there to the next a little higher and then to the third, the fourth and then to the fifth. It was a sight the five men would never forget and they started to clap their hands and cheer on the hero of the republic only to fell silent again, when the Jedi's moves came to a halt. "Too bad he's out of droids." one of the guards said with a sign, because the distance between the Jedi and the exit in the ceiling was still too large to be covered in a single jump and Luke Skywalker had reached the end of his improvised stairway. "No, he is not." Yeen Yush said. --- Crouched down in an attempt to keep his balance on the dangerously rocking droid Luke took collected his strenght. Taking a deep breath he pulled one of the droids he had already used as jump-point into position to bridge the final thirty meters. Taking his lightsabre from his belt the Jedi-Master leapt through the air, came down on top of the last droid, jumped again and catapulted himself through the air and through the opening in the ceiling, his weapon ready to strike. And with that he had left Block Four. --- Miney had covered a third of the way towards the central complex of the prison when her instincts caused her to take a look back. There he was. For the first time she could see him clearly: A man of medium height, with brown-blond hair, blue eyes and dressed completely in black. But those were only the visual impressions, because there was also something else about him, an invisible, but still present aura of power surrounding him. In that regard he was comparable to Miney's own Master and for a moment the young woman realized how similar the two men were. She shook her head. Her imagination had to be running wild. Compared to the small stature of the Jedi her Master was a giant and not only in the physical sense. Her Master was a god among ants and she was his apprentice, the enforcer of his will. Dark energies surged through Miney with those thoughts and gave her new strenght. Raising her repeating blaster against Luke Skywalker, who had started to run towards her, she opened fire. A hail of laserfire moved through the narrow tube, but the Jedi-Master had his lightsaber out and deflected the blaster-bolts back at her. Grimacing Miney threw the useless blaster at the Jedi, who cut the flying weapon in two halfs. Skywalker was almost on her, when she got her own weapon out and then she had to parry his first strike, a launch forward aiming with the tip at her. "Now, now, isn't stabbing too aggressive as an opening for a good, little Jedi?" she taunted. "Like a good friend of mine said, you have to make use of what you have." The Jedi-Master answered, while they exchanged several blows. More seriously he continued. "If you surrender now, I don't have to hurt you." "Nice talking, but can you back it up?" Miney twirled her weapon around the Jedi's blade and pushed it aside, opening a hole in Luke Skywalker's defenses. The next moment the tip of her blade stabbed at his face. "I don't think so." Luke easily put his head out of harms way and made a slash down at Miney's tigh. The Sith-apprentice jumped and rolled herself through the air and over Luke's arm, what caused her to land in the back of the Jedi. Her lightsaber came down from the side, but Luke had turned with her and parried the strike. Their weapons interwined in a cross between them, he started to increase the pressure and push her down. "Think again." he said softly, almost pleadingly. "You're very well trained, but you don't have the strenght or the experience. I can still feel the good in you. Come with me." New anger surged through Miney. Anger, that gave her the strenght to resist his pressure. "And betray my Master? Never." she hissed. Leaning forward she cut herself with the blades of the lightsabers in her upper arms, but she also got close enough to hit the Jedi-Master with a headbutt. Luke, surprised by Miney's willingness to injure herself, took a few steps back to regain his standing and to clear his head. He could also feel blood trickle down his forehead, where the sharp horns of the female Zabrak had cut into his skin. Luke kept his eyes on his opponent, who stood now several meters away from him, one hand pressed against the cut in her left upper arm and with a grim look of expectation on her face. "You can't win." once again he tried to reason with her. "This time you only got away by cutting yourself. Next time ... ." he hesitated, because his tongue got heavy. "Next time you might die." "There won't be a next time." she said with confidence. "Aren't you feeling a little dizzy? Perhaps your limbs are getting numb?" She pointed at her head. "Put poison on your horns and your live will be much longer." The shocked expression on his face was satisfying enough to make her forget her own pain. "Thank you for the warning. But you should know, that we Jedi have our own ways to deal with poisonings." Luke answered, opening himself to the Force to let it heal his body. "Oh, I have no doubt about that." Miney answered. She had selected one of the weaker poisons, one that needed some time to work. After all it wasn't her intention to kill herself by cutting herself by accident. Should that ever happen she would have enough time left to attempt to heal herself. Unfortunatly it also gave her victims enough time to try the same. So she raised her weapon for a new attack against the Jedi-Master. "But can you fight me and the poison at the same time?" she asked, launching herself at the Jedi-Master. To Miney's great shock he could. --- Lucan Vader's apprentice tried every trick in the book and when those failed she came up with ones nowhere written down. It was to no avail. Luke Skywalker stood like a wall and parried every attack she made on him. And while she jumped around like a whirlwind, stabbing, striking, attempting to cut through his defenses and exhausting herself she could feel him getting stronger with the poison vanishing out of his system. Most frustrating was the almost trance-like state in which the Jedi-Master fought. His precognition of her assaults was perfect, making it appear as if fighting her was the most easiest thing in the world, while Miney worked her posterior off just to keep up with him. She had to think of something else and that quickly. One of the lessons of her Master flashed through her mind. --- "How would you fight a Jedi?" her Master had asked. "By being more powerful than him." she had answered. To her it had been the logical answer then and it was, what the writings and the teachings of the Sith claimed. "If my anger is strong enough the Dark Side will make me more powerful than him." "If that were true the old Sith would have never lost the galaxy to the old republic." Lucan Vader had explained with contempt. "Try again." "They were fighting each other and they had lost their purity of purpose. Their teachings say ... ." "Their teachings are theory." her Master interrupted her. "What have I told you about theory?" "That theories sound nice and reasonable, but when they collide with practice practice will win." "Good. And this means?" Miney had hesitated. Hesitated, while her Master had paitently waited for her to answer. "I don't know, Master." she had finally admitted. "Are you trying to tell me, that our teachings are wrong?" "Maybe they are wrong." he had said in a thoughtful way. "Or maybe they are just incomplete. To prevent oursiders from getting access to our complete knowledge. Or", he had added with a grin "to protect old, frail Sith-Masters from their over-ambitious apprentices." Miney's eyes had gone wide, when she considered the implications of the last sentence. "You know I would never betray you, Master." she had said forcefully. "Not today and not in a week." Lucan Vader had agreed. "But one day you will disagree with a decision I make and not too long after that you'll start to wonder, if you can't run the show better than the old fool you call Master and then ... ." "You're neither old, nor a fool, Master. And I would never disagree with your decisions." The moment she had said it, Miney knew that she had made another mistake. "You'd never disagree with my decisions? Does this mean, that you have no opinion of your own? Can't you think for yourself? Maybe I should replace you with a droid." Lucan Vader had said in a thoughtful voice. "You are the Master." Miney had huffed. "You can do what you want. But if droids could do everything, nobody of us would be here. And you wouldn't have spent time on training me." "True, apprentice. But not every investment pays of. Now show me, that I haven't wasted my time and lets get back to our initial question. How do you fight a Jedi?" Her training allowed Miney to work on several problems in her mind at the same time. So while she had been discussing one thing with her Master, she had been working on another one. She had also managed to incorporate her Master's arguments into her theory. "You say our teachings are wrong or at least incomplete. The central core of a Sith's belief is power. Power not used is power wasted. That was the original idea, although it was never said for what the power should be used. Over time this lead to the idea, that power is its own purpose." Miney stopped to collect her thoughts, reliefed, that her Master's silence seemed to signal his approval. "Go on." Lucan Vader encouraged. "What is often forgotten is, that power is a tool. How useful a tool is depends less on its sophistication, but on the way it is used. So the amount of power is less important, than the mind giving it direction." "And this means?" " I have to be smarter than the enemy." "Very good apprentice." Miney's Master had praised her, causing the young woman to feel three meters tall. But only for a moment. "What do you do, if your enemy doesn't give you the time to think?" "Part of successful warfare is the disruption of the enemy's timing." Miney remembered. Since she knew her Master wouldn't be satisfied with the answer from the textbook. "If he doesn't give me the time to think, he must be putting pressure on me. That means he is stronger than me in one or several regards. If he is stronger I will loose." "Or you turn those strenghts of your opponent into a weakness." Lucan had continued. --- "What is your strenght, Jedi-Master?" Miney thought, while the sweat dripped down her face. Looking at the serene expression of the Jedi and sensing the light pouring out of every cell of his body Lucan Vader's apprentice found her answer. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 4/17/07 1:34pm Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	Wonder what the strength (and weakness) is??? Couldn't spot any references to the old EU, but I did recognise a paraphrase of the, "If droids could think then none of us would be here" that I definitely remember from somewhere from Star Wars Tho I'm sure it was one of the movies. -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker
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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 5/30/07 9:14am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	I like the post... Will she pull a Dooku and attempt to harm another to make her escape?
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FTeik Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 6/3/07 9:06am Subject: RE: The tale of Darth Vaders Son - A SW - AU (please be nice and post a lot of comments)
	We shall see, we shall see. -----signature----- My first completet story: Pride's Prize: http://boards.theforce.net/message.aspx?topic=22758760 "In the Battle of Coruscant alone, hundreds of millions of battle droids saw action on the ground and in space. " Insider #86 - The story of General Grievous
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