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Grand_Admiral_Jaxx Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 1/22/05 12:29am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	w00t We win a point! Yay! Um...who are we playing against? -----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: 1/28/05 9:53am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	We're playing against the NHL and it's players! They ain't all that great when it's volleyball! -----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: 1/28/05 11:19pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	They're not all that great when it comes to figuring out what's best for them, for their fans, and for hockey in general. Let's kick their shiny hineys in volleyball, then. serves -----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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Grand_Admiral_Jaxx Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 2/2/05 6:53pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	Up! I've been busy, alternating between work and SAVING THE FORTRESS Hope everyone else is doing well. -----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: 2/3/05 6:42am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	We should have been knee-deep in hockey by now, but all we've got on TV now are cop shows, forensic cop shows, psychic cop shows, and teenage ESP/FBI cop shows. Seeing a trend here? Just so all you readers/posters/lurkers know, if by some twist of fate the forum move effectively nukes this thread and all others, the first chapters of this story are located at http://members.shaw.ca/witjj. I'm not sure if I'll start reposting this one from the beginning or just carry on...I'll see what happens. -----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: 2/4/05 3:24pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	Trend? Hmmmmmmmmmm......... I got it: Canada needs more cops! Nah, I get ya: no hockey! Waitaminute: did the players of Curling go on strike? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not them too!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!! -----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: 2/8/05 9:06pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	Canada doesn't need cops...they got freakin' MOUNTIES! -----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: 2/9/05 6:25am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 1/9 - Therapy...Ravage style
	Ok, so I'm sitting at home last night, watching The Amazing Race (Yeah, I'm a fan, I admit it), and they're talking about the next one starting on March 1. I'm thinking this is all right...beats Survivor, IMHO. That is, until I find out that two Survivors are gonna be in this race. Yep, Rob and Amber are gonna be in The Amazing Race 7. Is nothing sacred? What's next? Richard Hatch co-starring on Queer Eye? Sigh TV's rotting my brain...a few more weeks and I'll start thinking Happy Tree Friends is funny. -----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: 2/9/05 9:18pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/9 - A Time of Loss
	Time...need more so I can write more... SNAP-HISSSSSS Mazar turned just in time for the amber blade of Triel’s lightsabre to pierce him in the chest, then cut upwards, severing his head in two. Lizar hesitated for only a moment, enough for Ravage to pounce at the Enforcer’s legs. The shoulder tackle/spear move knocked the Invid off balance and the moment he hit the ground the young Jedi’s lightsabre ended the traitor’s life with a stab through the head. Dalan stood up just as Triel closed down her weapon. In spite of the muted bond between them, Triel could still feel the wash of emotions coursing through him at that moment. There was a sense of relief, yes, but also a deep pool of anger and hatred boiling within him. She tensed as she saw him turn towards her, expecting that pool of rage to be spilled on her in some way. She’d known her former handlers – Chagara and his Clan – could sometimes do things at a feral level when motivated so, and knew during that time that words were useless. She now wondered for the first time in her life if the same thing was true of the tiger standing before her. Yet, the moment the two locked gazes, Triel felt the rage fade. All the anger and primal fury she’d felt from him just seemed to evaporate the way an ice crystal would when set upon a hot plate. All she felt from him now was a growing sense of relief that everyone was all right, as well as the sharp sting of regret…regret directed at her for all he’d said. Both of them knew she’d deserved that speech, and what had been said had to be said, but the regret was still there. “Th…there’s a Yammosk out there,” said the young Jedi, snapping both she and the tiger out of their silence. “I felt it during that scouting mission. It…it must have taken control of these two in order to bring the Vong here.” “It’s feeding on the Flower?” asked Dalan. Triel solemnly nodded. “Oh, crap,” he muttered. “What is a Yammosk?” asked Shaylear, less afraid than before. “A creature bred to coordinate Vong troops in battle,” replied Triel. “Even from a distant planet, Vong soldiers are attuned to it. Add the power of the Flower of Life, and this one Yammosk could control all the Vong in the galaxy.” “But how can we stop it?” asked Shaylear. “If it can take over the minds of our brothers, there is no way to…” Suddenly, a hellacious explosion rocked the Hive, sending everyone to the ground. Both Azar and Shaylear screamed in agony, as if someone were lancing their brains with hot pokers. Dalan moved over to see what was happening to the tigress, but he couldn’t stop her from convulsing wildly, holding her head in her hands and screaming like a night-terror struck kitten. “MOTHER!” she roared. Dalan immediately looked to Triel. “The Queen,” he said softly. “She’s been hurt.” In that moment all the tension between the two of them was roughly pushed aside. They worked together to help Shaylear to her feet and half-dragged her with them towards the inner core of the Hive. What little Dalan knew of Vong weaponry told him it would have taken the equivalent of a reflex bomb to pierce the outer shell of this structure and burrow so deeply. Then again, the pasting his ship had taken earlier left little doubt in his mind as to the capabilities of the Yuuzhan Vong. The further towards the centre they traveled, the more ominous each impact sounded. The Hive was being rocked to its very core by the onslaught. Dalan did his best not to think of the slaughter that was no doubt happening behind them as they raced towards the Queen’s chambers. If all the Invid had were a handful of Enforcers to protect the Hive, the Vong would overrun them quickly, cutting them to ribbons with their amphistaffs. After several minutes, Shaylear was able to continue under her own power. They were nearing the Queen’s chamber and thankfully had met no resistance along the way. The tiger figured the mere proximity of the Invid to their Queen was enough to keep them from being dominated by the Yammosk Triel had described earlier. In the back of his mind, Dalan pondered this new development. He knew the power of the Flower of Life, having seen it first-hand in many Invid Hives during his hunt for the Mad Queen. In revelations which can only be described as supernatural, he’d seen just how far the Flower’s influence could drive the Invid. The bio-energy it gave off could fold and warp space-time itself, creating the illusion of instantaneous teleportation between points. If the Vong ever discovered that power and put it to use there was no telling how far they could extend their gnarled, terrible hand. At last, the trio entered the central chamber, and Dalan winced at what he saw. What had once been a placid pink mass was now faded and grey, akin to partly boiled meat. Green, slimy blood fluid covered the entirety of the chamber. Where brilliant flashes of neural electricity once coursed, now only a few flickers fired. It seemed less like a living being now, and more like a dying mass, twitching out the remains of its life. “M…Mother…” Shaylear stumbled towards the dying bulk and collapsed against it. The moment this happened, three tentacles reached out and touched the trio at the base of their skulls, establishing the neural link Dalan had experienced before. Their vision all blurred for a moment, and when it cleared they were greeted by the same sight Dalan had seen earlier…only it had changed for the worse. The Tanayan temple where they’d talked was now in ruins. The fountain by which they’d sat was cracked and broken, and leaking blood instead of water. To the tiger, it looked like a war had been fought here…one where the temple had paid the ultimate price. He looked around and saw the crumpled form of an old woman lying several metres away from the fountain. He and the others rushed over to her and knelt by her side. “Mother?” Shaylear asked. They rolled the woman onto her back and her eyes flickered open. “Oh, thank the gods,” sniffed the tigress. “I thought we…” The woman lifted her bloodied hand and touched Shaylear’s muzzle, silencing her. “M…My little girl,” she said softly. “I’m afraid it’s too late…for me.” She turned her head to face Dalan. “Guess I should’ve listened, eh? M…maybe then we could’ve given them something to think about, hm?” “We’re not done yet,” said Dalan softly, smiling. “The fight’s not over.” “It…it is f…for me,” she said. “S…sorry.” She turned back to Shaylear. “Y…you’re the one, Sh…Shaylear. It’s up to you to lead the Invid now.” “Me?” Shaylear’s eyes widened. “But I don’t know…” “You will…in time,” said the Queen. “When the time is right, you’ll know what to do.” She then turned to face Triel, whose eyes were stinging with unshed tears. “D…don’t cry for me, kiddo,” she said, lifting a hand to stroke her golden locks. “I lived a full life, I did…saw most of this universe. What more could I ask for now?” “B…but the Vong…” stammered the young Jedi. “N…no worries,” the old woman whispered. “They ain’t as tough as all that.” She suddenly tensed, as though her body was failing but she hadn’t finished saying her piece. “L…listen to me, all of you,” she said, her voice weaker now. “Follow the ships that’re escaping. They’ll take you somewhere safe where you can rest and figure all this out. I know you’ll do the right thing when the time comes.” “M…Mother…” Shaylear’s tears fell at last. “Get going,” she said. “Get outta this place and follow those ships, y’hear?” The tigress nodded slightly and the Queen pulled Dalan close. Whatever she whispered to him was the last thing she would ever say, for as he rose the others watched as slowly, the Queen’s manifestation in this virtual world faded from view. After millennia uncounted…across the length and breadth of the universe, a being’s journey was finally at an end. The Invid Queen was gone. -----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: 2/10/05 6:37pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/9 - A Time of Loss
	Dude, that post was sort of scary. Now that this figure of immense power is gone, this means that an impressionable Invid will have to lead their forces. It's almost as if in StarCraft, the Overmind died and told Kerrigan to take over. Let's hope in this case, our new Mother doesn't turn into Kerrigan. Oh! For some fun, this is your last paragraph, translated...by www.gizoogle.com “Gizzet go'n,” she said . Boo-Yaa!. “-G-to-tha-izzet outta this place n follow those ships, y’hear?” The tigress nodded slightly n tha Queen pulled Dalan close fo yo bitch ass. Shot Calla she whispered ta him was tha last thing she would ever say, fo' as he rose tha shot calla watched as slowly, tha Queen’s manifestizzles in this virtual world faded F-R-to-tha-izzom vizzle. Gangsta millennia uncountizzles tha length n breadth of tha universe, a saggin' journey was finally at an end. -----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: 2/10/05 8:40pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/9 - A Time of Loss
	Actually, given what what's left of the Invid are up against, a little Kerrigan might be what they need. More coming soon. (I hope) -----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: 2/11/05 7:07pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/9 - A Time of Loss
	There is always hope! And oh yeah...Mounties! I forgot! But to the post: in the loss of the Invid Queen another takes her place. Apparently we are perhaps seeing the beginnings of a brand new day with Shaylear in control. Perhaps Dalan can show her a better way to use the Invids, if the forces are still available after such a trumatic experience. And for at least a few moments Dalan and Triel got along. Geez, already, make up and kick some butt! ---------------------------- You know, ever since I got satillite I've really hadn't watched Amazon Race and Survivor since they begun. I rarely watch regular t.v. anymore except maybe for Football and what's on Fox. I do, when I have the time, watch 'Desperate Housewives': no Whiskey, I'm the pathetic one here. But 'DH' is evil! Oh so evil! The red head on that show.......ah man, there's something about this red head gal that just......(whistles). She's naughty! FORZZILE! :P -----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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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 2/12/05 10:13pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15 - Date Edited: 2/12/05 10:14pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Whiskey in the Jar-Jar
	Relax, Casper, I watch DH too. Come to think of it, I watch too much TV and not enough 'good' TV. Ok, now for the end of the chapter, and yes...I hate myself for writing this...but not nearly as much as I'm gonna hate myself on the next CE chapter. The moment the Queen’s form disappeared, everyone’s vision grew clouded. When it returned to normal, they were all standing in the Queen’s chamber once more. However, the luminescence from her body was faded now, leaving the chamber in an eerie darkness…the darkness of a grave. Dalan moved to a shaking Shaylear and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him and her ashen expression said it all to the tiger. Now deprived of the Queen’s presence in her mind, the Invid tigress looked as though a part of her had been forcibly removed with no precision or finesse. Her powder blue eyes seemed lifeless now…bereft of anything but the mere function of existence. Life as a concept was lost to her now. “I’m…sorry,” said the tiger softly. He sensed Triel close by and looked to her. The young Jedi’s eyes said enough and he placed an arm around her. Triel put his head against her chest and wept softly. “All is lost,” said the tigress, her voice hollow. “Without Mother to guide them, the Invid will fall sway to the Hated Ones. They will then become the very monsters you once spoke of.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “There is nothing to stop the Hated Ones now…nothing.” “Your mother said to follow the ships,” said Dalan. “If there’s a place to which we can escape…” “And do what?” interrupted Shaylear. “Cower in fear until they find us there too? Why run? It will only prolong the inevitable.” “N…no.” Both felines turned to Triel, who was now looking at the pair of them. “There’s something there…I can feel it.” “What do you mean?” asked Shaylear, agitated. “I mean there’s something there she wanted us…you…to find,” replied the young Jedi. “Wherever those ships are going to go, we have to follow them if we’re to survive this.” Dalan looked at Triel. He could tell from her voice that the Force had made this clear to her. Along the bond they shared he could feel her resolve and knew the end would not happen here for them. No…their true hope lay in someplace known only to a handful of pre-programmed craft, which were now probably just powering up. “We have to leave,” he finally said. Reluctantly, Shaylear agreed and the trio left the chamber without a look back. The explosions were sounding more powerful now as they made their way quickly towards the underground hangars. Dalan guessed that the majority of the Hive had been blown open and the Vong were making short work of any surviving Invid. He thought briefly of Azar and the other Enforcers, and wondered if any had escaped the Yammosk’s influence. Of all the Invid, it was they who stood the best chance to overcome any psychic domination, as their brains were more evolved than normal. Sadly, he also knew the Harvesters – mere Stage 1 Invid – were totally dependent on the Queen, and would latch onto the Yammosk’s influence like mynocks onto power cables. The corridors leading to the hangar were littered with debris and corpses, both of Invid and Vong. This gave the tiger some measure of relief, as he figured some of the Invid were still free of the Yammosk. Most of the Invid casualties were Harvesters, it seemed, though a few Enforcer bodies were scattered about as well. The trio quickened their pace. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the corridor, sending the trio to the ground. There was a loud CRACK, and Dalan looked up to see the ceiling of the corridor open like a fault line. He scrambled to his feet as a dozen Vong warriors, all in high-rank armour, descended. All of them wielded amphistaffs and judging from their grips, the tiger knew these were no mere amateurs. Triel noticed this too, and her stomach churned slightly. Armed, she and Dalan could probably take this dozen and still make it to the ship. However, she was the only one of the group possessing any weapon, as Dalan had disposed of the amphistaffs he’d taken before. She’d heard stories from Jedi who’d fought the Vong about ones this heavily armoured. They were of a very senior rank, and rewarded for their service with body armour that shielded them from all but the most concentrated attacks. Even a lightsabre needed several hacks at it before doing any kind of damage. She unclipped her weapon from her belt and held it. There was no way they could make it to the ship in time before these thugs overpowered them. If they all stood and fought, there was a chance that Shaylear would be injured or killed, thereby destroying the destiny the Queen had set out for her. As she contemplated her options, Triel began drawing upon the Living Force within her, igniting her spirit like a blast furnace. Her eyes came alight with an amber glow as she prepared her mind and body for combat. In her mind she finally realized her penalty for that one small slip into the Dark Side before. Her anger at him, and her desire to see him in pain required a penance from her, and this was it. “Go,” she said, turning to face the Vong. “I’ll hold them off.” “Triel, no!” said Dalan loudly. “We can still make it.” “They’ll gut the lot of us before we get 10 metres,” defended the young Jedi. “Shaylear’s the important one here. Above all she must make it to that destination.” She then turned to face Dalan. “As must you.” “Wha…” Before Dalan could protest, Triel unleashed a Force push on he and Shaylear, sending them several metres down the corridor. Then, the tiger watched in horror as Triel lifted her hand towards the cracked ceiling…and brought down an avalanche of rock, separating the pair of them. “Oh, gods…no.” Dalan raced to the barrier, ignoring the dust that was stinging his eyes and searing his lungs. “Gods, no…not now. Whisper! WHIIISPERRR!” He tried to dig, but he knew it was in vain. Even his cyborg strength couldn’t possibly move this mass of rock in time to save her. Still he tried, frantically dislodging and moving boulders that would have given others a hernia. Yet, the more rocks he moved, the more slid into place…the curse of gravity was against him. “No…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Dalan roared at the top of his lungs as he continued to dig. Curses to the gods flowed from his lips like water over the Evrin Falls as he moved stone after stone. Yet he made no progress. No matter what he did there was no way to get to her. The realization of that made his knees weak and his heart clench tightly in his chest. “Why?” he choked out finally, sinking to his knees. “Why, Whisper?” He felt Shaylear’s hand on his shoulder and sensed her crouching beside him. “We must go,” she said, still only half-convinced of the Queen’s motives. “She gave her life to save us…we cannot let that sacrifice be in vain.” Wordlessly, Dalan rose, tears streaming down his muzzle. He stared at the rock barrier that separated him from his daughter. In spite of all he’d done the wall stood defiant…as if daring him to try again. He bowed his head, sadly accepting the hand Fate had dealt him, and turning away from it. Together, tiger and tigress continued onward, their survival all but guaranteed by one noble act… The act of a Jedi. I really hate myself... -----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: 2/14/05 2:22pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	Dennis Miller, you've been replaced! -----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: 2/15/05 9:23am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	But still, I have faith in Whisper even if the odds are against her and the point spread has her pushed! Dalan is going through hell; he and Triel loose sight of one another, he runs into a copycat (pun intended) of Shaylear and has to deal with the fact, and now before they could really, really have a moment to bring it all together Triel has to be a Jedi! UGH! But still there is hope.... May be not! We shall see!!! HANG NAIL! -----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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