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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 12/14/02 11:24pm Subject: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 5/2 - Chapter 16 - Date Edited: 5/2/05 5:16am (80 edits total) Edited By: Whiskey in the Jar-Jar
	Hello again. Welcome to the seventh part in the 'Stranger in a Strange Land' mini-saga, Our time has come. For those of you just joining in, allow me to bring you up to speed on the story so far: In Arrival, our main character, Dalan Kalamar, finds himself regaining consciousness aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer Roundhammer, making his escape and drawing the ire of the ship's captain, Terin Corvain. In Ally, Dalan travels to the ruined world of Naboo and befriends a lone Gungan named Tamus. Together, they help to rid Naboo of the slavers that had all but conquered it and begin the long process of re-building. In Whisper, Dalan and Tamus meet an escaped slave girl on Corellia: Triel Davenport. Dalan also meets Han Solo and Lando Calrissian, who arrest him for the suspected murder of a crime lord's underling. The murder, though, was actually committed by a hired henchman of Captain Corvain, who is determined to take Dalan and have him cloned for a new third column army. In The Price of Peace, Dalan, Tamus, and Triel are introduced to Luke Skywalker and the Jedi. Triel is revealed to be what the Jedi refer to as a Rogue Talent, which is a being with the ability to use the Force, but without the natural focus required to even begin training. Soon after meeting them, Dalan comes to their aid as the Yuuzhan Vong try once more to wipe out the Jedi and in so doing destroy their most powerful enemy. In Hellos and Goodbyes, Dalan, Tamus, and Triel have returned to Naboo to prepare the planet's application for reinstatement into the Republic Senate. However, a siege by some of Corvain's closest allies reveals Borsk Fey'lya's true colours. During this battle, Triel's powers begin to surface and fearing for her safety, Dalan invites the Jedi to rebuild their academy on Naboo. Luke heartily accepts the proposal in front of the Republic Senate on Coruscant, rubbing it in to Borsk Fey'lya. In Year One, six more rogue talents are discovered and sent to Naboo to be dealt with. Because of their uniqueness, Dalan is asked to train the six of them the same way as he taught Triel, hopefully helping them discover their powers through martial arts. Which now brings us to the present: Two years have now passed since the original six came to Naboo under orders from the New Republic. In that time, the Jedi ranks have swelled as more and more Force-sensitives are found. Dalan has found the time to further train his original rogue talent students, as only one out of the recent bunch of Force-sensitives was found to exhibit the traits of a rogue talent: Oxrin (Or 'Ozzy,' as Shon loves to call him), a Togorian male who'd been orphaned as a cub and forced to live as a scavenger. Now under Dalan's guidance, he has grown into a formidable fighter, and has only recently connected to the Force. Unlike his counterparts, though, he has yet to be chosen by a Master to begin his journey as a Padawan. Until then, he is throwing himself into his studies to become the best student he can be and, like the other rogue talents, make Sensei proud. One thing Dalan has learned over the past three years is that before a rogue talent can truly move on and embrace the Force fully, they typically have to come face to face with their darkest secret, thereby opening up their souls to let the light of the Force in. To date, Dalan has learned of the secrets of all his students... Or has he? And now I give you: Our Time Has Come. -----signature----- Stranger in a Strange Land - CHAPTER 19 BEGINS http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_stories_classic_jc_board_reply_only/b10016/9857098/p11
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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 12/15/02 9:40am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Date Edited: 12/15/02 9:47am (1 edits total) Edited By: Whiskey in the Jar-Jar
	And awaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy we go! ---------------------------------------------- Stranger in a Strange Land Part 07 – Our Time Has Come Prologue Somewhere in Wild Space Impact… Violation… Desecration… Doom… I can feel the Hated Ones…their defiling hands have finally touched us…violated us in our sanctuary. They bring the One with them…the One that we now feel pressing on us like some unclean weight. We feel it clouding our thoughts, as rainclouds blot out the sun. We must keep it at bay, but we are in pain from the blow. Their strike has wounded us deeply. The infidels now make their refuge in our wound like maggots infesting a corpse. Their seeds are planted and I can feel the obscenities begin to grow. The One will guide them and soon it will lead the Hated Ones against us…seeking to destroy us and claim our treasure as their own. This must not happen. We cannot allow this. Yet, it has been millennia since we tasted battle. Are we prepared to engage the Hated Ones, who have suckled at war’s teat for so long? Can we even hope to defeat them, now that they have come here? We must. We must drive them from our land and protect our treasure, lest the balance of power shift in their favour. They must not succeed or the destiny of this galaxy will be written in the blood of the innocent…of our children. Already I feel the One growing in power. It is only an infant…a newborn and it is growing. Surely whatever sample of the treasure it consumes will only make it stronger in time. If we can feel it now, then surely it will overcome us given the chance. It must die, lest the universe pay the price. My children! Awaken! Sheath yourselves in the weapons of old and prepare for battle! The Hated Ones will taste our vengeance for their desecration of our most sacred soil. Drive them back into the void and scatter their remains to the stellar winds. Do not rest until we are cleansed of their stench and their burning bodies become ash to help replenish what has been lost. Rise up, my children! Rise up and eliminate them…ELIMINATE THEM ALL! ---------------------------------------------- -----signature----- Stranger in a Strange Land - CHAPTER 19 BEGINS http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_stories_classic_jc_board_reply_only/b10016/9857098/p11
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Grand_Admiral_Jaxx Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 12/15/02 2:00pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come
	already and things do not bode well for our heroes... Fantastic start, Whiskey! glad to see that the series is still rolling along! -----signature----- This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. --TS Eliot
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Rookie_one Registered: Dec '02	Date Posted: 12/15/02 2:06pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come
	Hey, that was great! A highly engrossing intro. Can't wait for more! -----signature----- "Evil he is, and more evil he will become" - Master Yoda on Anakins Downfall, my EpIII Fic, The Path to Darkness My story on how Clone troopers become the human recruited Stormtroopers we see in EpIV. - http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=985358
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 12/15/02 4:24pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come
	Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, After reading that, I had to check my shorts for cake. Very cooooooooooooooolllllll. This is going to be soooooooooo veryyyy cool. -----signature----- "One cannot clone greatness...." - Enothchild Sarch, The Fading Light, Chapter 112 -------------------- "You were fooled, Juna, by an accomplished Jedi Master ...." - 12/15/
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mouse2 Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 12/16/02 6:45am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come
	I'm here! And I'm staying! After that post there is no way I'm leaving. More please! -----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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Djuva Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 12/16/02 7:32am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come
	Hehe, I guess I'll have to sneak over to your website and catch up on the last three installments and refresh the rest. But that won't keep me from lurking, Whiskey! -----signature----- Wrenga Jixton's Virtual Blondies Rule! "Do we have to be better than our enemies? Do we need a moral high ground? Where is the point in that?" Naas Deron in The Storm
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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 12/16/02 8:27pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come
	Jaxx: Aw, you know me...I'm just getting warmed up Rookie_One: WAHOOOO! A NEW READER! Welcome aboard. I certainly hope I can keep your attention for a while. I also hope you take the time to check out the other chapters to which there are links in the first post, otherwise you might find yourself going 'huh?' quite often Casper: Ok, I'm off desserts for a while Glad to see you made it. Yep, I'm hoping to really blow the lid off with this one Mouse: In it until the end...You make me so happy I could just Djuva: WOW! Long time no see, stranger Hopefully I can keep your attention for a while. Ok, so let's keep the ball rolling. Some of this might seem a little slow at first, but it'll pick up, I promise. ---------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Jailbreak Planet Tatavus: Imperial Remnant Penal Colony The best way to describe Tatavus was a desolation that wanted to be a wasteland. The 10th planet of its star system, there was very little in the way of light, air, water, warmth…any of the essentials humans require to function, let alone survive. As a prison planet, Tatavus was perfect for political prisoners whose only thing to look for was a quick and painless execution before an Imperial firing squad. It was also one of the few places within the Remnant where the pristine, refined image of the former Galactic Empire was all but lost. In its place existed a dark, torturous lot who loved nothing more than to dole out endless punishment to those deemed traitors in the eyes of the Empire. It seemed that while the Remnant was growing more and more tolerant of other races and other forms of government in the galaxy, they were rapidly losing patience for the still-active in-fighting that had plagued the Empire of old. Palpatine, unless directly affected by this in-fighting as he was during the Harkov/Zaarin affair prior to the Battle of Endor, tended to not get involved in the petty squabbles between those under his control. Even when a small cabal of officers tried to destroy Darth Vader aboard the Imperial station Tarkin, the Emperor did nothing. It was speculated that since each of these major conflicts had been resolved, Palpatine had known their outcomes and therefore did little in the way of getting things back in line. It was either that or his philosophy that in-fighting helped to weed out the weakest of the stock and as a result build a stronger war machine. Whatever the reason, petty squabbles escalated into battles that cost both lives and materials. In this new age of the Empire, it could not and was not tolerated. Hence came Tatavus. No one left this hellhole unless it was via body bag or a three-finger baggie as ashes. Prison Warden Brion Sanvarian knew all too well the fate of the prisoners that were sent here. He’d been overseeing the operations on this rock since its inception just before the Yuuzhan Vong invasion. Originally, it was designed to house high-ranking Republic prisoners to be used as bargaining chips for political and strategic gains. However, now that everyone was supposedly playing on the same team, such methods were no longer deemed acceptable. Contrarily, how the Remnant dealt with its own traitors was a matter over which only the Remnant had absolute authority. For the traitors, this was the worst of all news, for if the Empire knew one thing, it was how to inflict pain of any sort. Mind probes, psychotropic drugs, electro-convulsive confessionals, and even parasitic torture were deemed quite routine when dealing with those who would see this fragile new society destroyed. The key to all of this agony to the prisoner was that he or she would never die from it. That would be considered sloppy work on the part of the interrogators, and could bring down heavy penalties on them. No, death was reserved for a select audience, namely the victims of the crime and many high-ranking political officials. The reasoning behind such a barbaric display was to remind everyone in power the price for turning against the will of the Empire: Death. Brion made his way down his usual route, inspecting the cells in the High Treason wing of the prison compound. He clenched and unclenched his hands, still trying to adjust to the pressure suit he was wearing. To add to the security of this place, where the worst of the worst were kept, the air had been all but evacuated and the pressure reduced to near zero. Further, prisoners here were all tethered, their suits connected to a small air recirculation unit via two hoses from their suits. The unit was annealed to the floor, so any attempts at lifting it and fleeing were impossible. Even a Barabel on adrenal enhancers would have no luck. Thankfully, none of that particular species were present in this part of the compound to test that theory. This place was mainly populated by humans seeking a return to the fascist ways of Palpatine and his humans only policy. It never ceased to fascinate Brion that the human creature was the most insecure of its own place in the cosmic work of things. To have to be superior in number at the cost of races far more ancient and wise than itself made him wonder if the human race was more akin to a virus than a mammal. “Contemplating the universe again…Warden?” Brion’s head perked up and his eyes followed where he believed the voice to be coming from. Of course, it came from the comlink built into the pressure suit’s helmet, but the instinct to try and see the speaker of the voice by following the sound was still there. Having run this compound for as long as he had, Brion knew every square centimetre of it, as well as every occupant of every cell. He knew the voice, and so when he reacted, he knew exactly where to look: Cell XP-3729…four cells down from where he was standing, on the right side. Brion made his way over to the cell and, as expected, the occupant was looking directly at him, still moored to his exchange unit. This was prisoner HT-158930, but he had another name once…a name that once made some people cringe, but the majority simply shrug at its mention…until about three years ago. “Actually,” replied Brion, staring at the prisoner. “I was wondering when High Command was finally going to finish processing the charges against you. Been a while since we’ve had a decent execution around here.” “You take your job far too lightly,” noted the prisoner. Now that the two could see each other, Brion noticed that the prisoner was eyeing up the portable recirculation unit in his left hand. Brion’s pressure suit was identical in design to those worn by the prisoners with the exception of this little device, carried like an attaché case. Brion knew this prisoner wanted the case…he always looked so longingly at it every time they talked. Psychologically, it was an icon that represented freedom from the bondage of their prison cells. After many years, some inmates became so fixated on what the small case represented, they became as drooling idiots from simply seeing one. It was a morbid scene, but for Brion it was almost comical. “I take my job as seriously as you once did, traitor,” commented Brion. “The only difference is, I serve the common good while you served no cause but your own.” “I did what I thought was right…what is right,” retorted the prisoner. “Do you honestly think the Empire stands a chance right now against its enemies?” “What enemies?” countered Brion. “In case you haven’t been keeping up on current events, the war is over. The Vong are gone, the Remnant and Republic are at peace…” “You sound like our leadership,” interrupted the prisoner. “How can we call ourselves an Empire when such a group of milksops leads us? We should be ruling the galaxy, not eking out some excuse of an existence on the backside of the galaxy.” “I better have a maintenance droid check your air supply,” commented the warden after listening to the rant for the thousandth time. “You’re beginning to have delusions of grandeur again.” The prisoner walked away from the energy wall separating the two beings. Brion watched him closely, knowing that an animal such as this traitor was at its most dangerous when caged. While the barrier between them would be fatal for either party to come into contact with it, the warden still slid his left hand down to his holster to make sure his trusty blaster was still there. It seemed to Brion that the prisoner was done talking. About time, too; his receiver was beginning to give him a headache from the propaganda that had apparently robbed this man of his brain some time ago. He was just about to call it quits and head back to his quarters when he noticed his com was going off. He tapped a few buttons on his wrist-mounted device and spoke through the transmitter in the suit. “Sanvarian here,” he said. “What’s going on?” “Sir,” replied the voice of Cestrin Modali, the assistant warden. “Sensors are detecting three ships entering the area. One assault carrier flanked by two assault transports. Their IFF codes don’t match any ships I’ve seen out here in a long time.” “Did you try hailing them?” Brion felt the temperature in his suit rise slightly. “Yes, sir,” replied Cestrin. “However they…wait…Sir! Get out of the HT wing now! Quickly!” Brion never had the chance to react before he felt the concussion wave hit him. He only had a moment to watch the meter-thick durasteel bulge in towards him before the seams finally buckled. ---------------------------------------------- Tee hee -----signature----- Stranger in a Strange Land - CHAPTER 19 BEGINS http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_stories_classic_jc_board_reply_only/b10016/9857098/p11
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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 12/17/02 6:50am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! <PUNT!> -----signature----- Stranger in a Strange Land - CHAPTER 19 BEGINS http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_stories_classic_jc_board_reply_only/b10016/9857098/p11
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 12/17/02 8:35am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	Wow! That was incredibly written there, Whiskey. Really. Love the prison; very unique and original. Come to think of it why hasn't anyone really thought about using the dark depths of space to confine the most dangerous of criminals? (Snaps fingers) I know why; because writers want to get the action going quickly, and therefore see a prisonbreak in space as being too daunting a task. Well, you took it! BOO-YAH! It makes it all the more imparitive for us readers to stick around and see who this guy is. Apparently someone really, really likes him. FORWARD! -----signature----- "One cannot clone greatness...." - Enothchild Sarch, The Fading Light, Chapter 112 -------------------- "You were fooled, Juna, by an accomplished Jedi Master ...." - 12/15/
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Grand_Admiral_Jaxx Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 12/17/02 9:40am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	Yeah, really! I get the feeling that that particular prisoner is the one being targeted! But they'd be releasing a Goebbels in the Empire's universe. Propaganda expert. Who wants him that badly? Obviously not the Empire, for they sent him there... Geez, I woke up a half an hour ago and you have my bean frying already! Thanks, Whiskey. Sweet post -----signature----- This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. --TS Eliot
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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 12/18/02 6:44am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	Casper: About the only way I could have made that prison worse was to have the planet orbitting a black hole. <thinks about it> DAMN! WHY DIDN'T I? The idea for a prison with no atmosphere (with respect to air and decor) was somewhat inspired by the prison scene in Outland. It also makes sense too, limiting a prisoner's freedom of movement under threat of exploding. As for those who would cry violation of sentient rights in this matter, I counter with the simple question: What of the rights of the victims? Jaxx: Well, the prisoner talks a good speech, and sorry for frying your bean...well...maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe I was planning to have a post up last night but Darth Critic wouldn't let me until it had some more work done on it. It should be done and up tonight hopefully. Stay tuned -----signature----- Stranger in a Strange Land - CHAPTER 19 BEGINS http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_stories_classic_jc_board_reply_only/b10016/9857098/p11
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Grand_Admiral_Jaxx Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 12/18/02 1:51pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	Hey, Critics are there for a reason! They're cool people! excal and I were movie critics -----signature----- This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. --TS Eliot
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 12/18/02 1:54pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	That's RIGHT: Outland had that didn't it? That was a pretty good movie. Another movie would be Moon 44; one of the early movies made by the think tank that thought up Stargate and Independance Day. STILL I haven't seen it around here before, plus you have your own stamp on it. FORWARD! AND YES, bring forth The Promised Future! -----signature----- "One cannot clone greatness...." - Enothchild Sarch, The Fading Light, Chapter 112 -------------------- "You were fooled, Juna, by an accomplished Jedi Master ...." - 12/15/
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Rokangus Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 12/18/02 2:16pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Begins
	Weeeeeehhaaaaaaa! Well boys looks like we got an old fashioned jailbreak on oour hands here. And I bet our friend that the Warden was talking to will be making full use of this little diversion. Absolutely outstanding!! {Heh heh, just finished watching Full Metal Jacket. Outstanding. } -----signature----- Spiders and Butterflies: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11471877 Nifty Song of the Week: "Battlefield" by Blind Guardian "You are a freaking ninja, dude!" - Grand_Admiral_Jaxx
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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 12/18/02 8:53pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - Chapter 1 Ends - Date Edited: 12/19/02 6:23am (2 edits total) Edited By: Whiskey in the Jar-Jar
	Here we go, folks...the end of Chapter 1. Enjoy ---------------------------------------------- Brion was thrown against the wall from the force of the attack. Rocket after rocket impacted with the outer wall of the prison compound, punching every-widening gaps in the once-thought impenetrable barrier between the compound and the harsh environment outside. Some rockets managed to punch holes in the cells that shared a wall, and some of the occupants not wise enough to take some measure of cover soon found themselves unhooked from their air supplies and now little more than exploded goop in their pressure suits. The warden maintained a death-grip on his portable unit as he staggered to his feet. He looked to where the largest hole had been made and swallowed hard as by twos, several zero-g troopers entered the compound. Their blasters swept the area around them, as if expecting some kind of resistance after such an attack. After a few moments, twelve of the heavily armed and armoured soldiers were moving around the area. Three of them had their blasters trained on Brion, who remained perfectly still. The zero-g troopers began deactivating the energy barriers confining the prisoners to their cells. Brion winced as with each new one, a trooper would enter and shortly afterwards there would be a bright green flash of laser fire, no doubt as the trooper summarily executed the prisoner inside. This action confused the warden somewhat; why go through all the trouble of nearly destroying the place just to prematurely execute prisoners already sentenced to die? His answer came as he noticed a trooper opening the cell belonging to his conversation partner from earlier. There was a long pause, and Brion suddenly felt several pairs of eyes upon him. The two troopers guarding him now seemed to lean in closer, practically begging him to do something stupid. A third trooper approached Brion and silently motioned the other two back. Brion tensed as this newcomer got even closer to him, the garish design of his helmet concealing any kind of identification other than that of an Imperial soldier. However, the moment the trooper reached out and grabbed the tubes connecting Brion to his attaché case, more motives became clear…albeit too late. It seemed odd that there was no real pain at first when the trooper ripped the tubes from Brion’s suit, exposing him to the environment of Tatavus. There was only a quick rush of cold before his suit began to feel a little tight. There was an odd sense of relief too as his face began to swell from the decompression, mainly because it was the first time in a month that his sinuses were finally clear. A pity that such euphoria wouldn’t last owing to the fact that he only had a moment or two left to live. Inevitably, Brion finally succumbed to the decompression of his suit and became little more than crimson soup in a sack. The zero-g trooper who had caused this murder still clutched the attaché and proceeded over towards the cell where the spared prisoner was located. Upon entering, the trooper noticed the prisoner’s somewhat brightened features as he approached with the attaché. He stood out of the way as the trooper dropped to one knee and crimped off the two hoses connecting the prisoner’s pressure suit to the stationary air unit. Then, about 10 centimetres from the crimps, he severed the connection and worked quickly to attach the portable unit to the now-cut hoses. For his part, the prisoner did his best to avoid inhaling during this process. While he was confident that the clamps were secure, he did not want to take the chance and wind up rupturing himself much like he assumed the warden had. About a minute later, the prisoner felt the cool rush of air sweep across his now-sweating face and he drew in a hefty breath. He felt himself waver slightly, only to be propped up by the zero-g trooper that had done the hose switch. With a nod, the prisoner indicated his readiness to quit this place and wash away the memories of the past three years with enough whiskey to kill a bantha. The troopers all withdrew out the central hole in the cell. As they reached the outside, they activated their booster packs and returned to the Assault Carrier that was hovering above, ever vigilant. They returned to their berths on the outer hull of the carrier and locked themselves in for the proceeding jump to hyperspace that would be happening soon. The prisoner and his escort, however, flew towards one of the assault transports that had escorted the carrier on this raid. The pair drifted towards the underbelly of the craft, where the airlock door was already beginning to open. The double sets of doors soon opened to reveal the cargo hold that was usually home to a commando unit or cadre of stormtroopers, ready to take over a disabled ship. However, only the light tubes of the interior greeted the pair as they drifted inside. Once inside the doors slid shut and the compartment began to re-pressurize. The prisoner watched the blinking red light above the door that connected the airlock to the rest of the ship, waiting with ever-growing anticipation for the light to turn green, indicating that pressure suits were no longer needed. Already, he could feel some outer force pressing on his suit…a welcome pressure after spending nearly three years in a vacuum. So desperate was he for the scent of non-recycled air that he had to consciously resist the urge to rip his suit off prematurely. At last, the light turned green and an audible clank sounded, indicating that the valves had been turned off. The trooper turned to the prisoner and, using his claw-like hands, carefully sliced the pressure suit away from the prisoner’s body. Instantly, the cool air made him shiver as his skin was exposed to it for the first time in three years. He was also pale…very pale with only the blue of his veins offering any kind of contrast to the sickly colour of his flesh. The door soon opened and a quartet of what appeared to be stormtroopers entered the airlock, weapons holstered and flaps buttoned down to indicate peaceful intentions. The prisoner glanced over the grey and black armour of these particular troopers and concluded that they were the rumoured Elite Troopers. Selected from the best of the best stormtroopers, Elite Troopers had the advantages of better weaponry at their disposal, as well as slightly stronger armour with more features than even a hostile environment trooper possessed. Grand Admiral Pellaeon had initiated the program in an effort to strengthen the Remnant’s forces during the Yuuzhan Vong war, but a lack of resources limited the number of troopers that could be deployed. That four of them were here now indicated to the prisoner that someone with very powerful connections had masterminded this jailbreak. He felt the ship shudder slightly as it undoubtedly entered hyperspace. He turned to the zero-g trooper and smiled slightly. “It would appear I owe you my life,” he said, grateful to hear his voice without it resonating through that damnable pressure suit. The trooper made no move to reply, but instead released the latches holding the armour to his body. As they fell away, the prisoner noticed that the occupant could not have been more than 20 or 21. His muscular build seemed almost disproportionate to his rather lanky frame. The trooper then reached for the dome-shaped helmet atop his head and, with a twist, pulled it off, revealing his balaclava-clad head. The eyes on this gentleman made the prisoner react with some surprise, though he barely showed it. There was something familiar about them, from their green irises to the very way the eyelids framed them that told the prisoner he indeed knew his rescuer. Finally, the trooper reached up and pulled the balaclava over his head, and the moment the prisoner saw the military-styled red hair, he audibly gasped. There was no mistaking it now for the proof was standing there before him, a sly but excited smile on his young face. “Jastro?” asked the prisoner. “Can it be?” “It is,” replied the trooper as the two embraced heartily. “Welcome to your freedom…Father.” --------------------------------------------- -----signature----- Stranger in a Strange Land - CHAPTER 19 BEGINS http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_stories_classic_jc_board_reply_only/b10016/9857098/p11
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