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Grand_Admiral_Jaxx Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 2/16/05 3:10pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	Well, now I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Bad things always happen in 3's, I find...we have the death of Mother, Triel's disappearance and seemingly apparent fall to the dark side, and now...something else bad has to happen, lol. Superb writing, Whiskey! -----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: 2/26/05 10:19pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	A bumpin' and a tumblin' it up! -----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: 3/3/05 7:51pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	It's never to early to drink. Wha? There's no hockey: good enough excuse to start early. It's never to early.... -----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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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 3/10/05 6:28am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	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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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 3/21/05 7:40am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	Hey all. Just thought I'd check in and let you all know I'm still alive. Just been swamped physically and mentally over the past few weeks so writing's unfortunately taken a back seat to RL. I've also been draining my brain playing XBox recently too. How is it a guy can sit down at 9 am on a Saturday and play a bit of Halo, only to look at the clock and see it's 3 IN THE AFTERNOON? Go figure. Another game I've been playing is Robotech: Invasion. I'm actually drawing inspiration from this because it's a video game version of the Invid Invasion. Now I know what the inside of a hive looks like. 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: 3/27/05 4:11pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	No prob, TDG! Remember the Halo drinking game rules: frag a relative: one shot. Frag a online foe: take a shot. -----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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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 4/14/05 8:45am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 2/12 - End of Chapter 15
	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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Whiskey in the Jar-Jar Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 4/15/05 6:58am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - NEW PIC! WOO-HOO!
	I'm a happy Gungan -----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: 4/28/05 11:58am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - NEW PIC! WOO-HOO!
	Pretty damn cool, Whiskey! Actually I was going to draw my oldest nephew's attention to your fic because he likes to draw furs in anime style: get a picture of Dalan up for ya. But this works! -----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: 4/29/05 6:45am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - NEW PIC! WOO-HOO!
	That would be great. That is, if he can get interested in the stuff I'd appreciate anything he can do. -----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: 5/2/05 5:24am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 5/2 - Chapter 16
	Ok, so I've finally overcome my block for the moment long enough to put this part together. Hopefully the new Pope'll still be alive by the time I post again :P Enjoy Chapter 16 – The Lair of the Beast Fallacry Ship Kid…that’s what he was called…that’s what he remembered. Anyone experienced in reading emotions, be it through the Force or by mere body language knew when Shon Ivasson was thinking of his past aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer Roundhammer. His face would take on a seemingly wistful appearance and his voice would sound distant. His emotions would be filled with a sense of nostalgic longing, as if trying to grasp the oh so rare gems of good memories he had of that place. Born and raised aboard a mile-long capsule was by no means easy…often brutal. However, even in the darkest of times some light shone through. It seemed to Jaina Solo that Shon would especially remember the confining nature of the Roundhammer whenever they were on assignment on some planet far from Naboo. When preparing for a negotiation or trying to calm himself, Shon would rarely meditate, instead preferring to gaze out at the horizon and open his mind to the Force. He hungered so often for the white noise of life…something that was all but muted aboard a ship. The simple aroma of fresh air was akin to a Twi’lek dancer’s perfume to him, and he craved it like an addict sometimes. Still, when asked if any good had come from his upbringing, Shon would wax nostalgic about the crew and the ordered fashion of his days. “There was always something to look forward to,” he often said. “You could set your chrono to the pulse of the ship and know exactly what was going to happen and when.” It never occurred to Shon that life outside the confines of such a ship was any different than that on the inside. When he ran away from his father, taking his older brother with him, Shon’s eyes were opened to so much it was nearly overwhelming. He’d studied the schematics of the standard ISD while on the Roundhammer, but he never grasped the true nature of the ship. The Emperor had constructed them to be harbingers of fear, a mere handful of which could obliterate all life on a designated planet. The mere sight of what his Sensei called a ‘pizza wedge’ was supposed to make blood run cold…to quicken heartbeats…to instil the inevitable panic one feels when in the presence of imminent death. Even now, years away from the naiveté of a ship kid, he never truly understood the impact a ship could have on a person. As he stared out of the Millennium Falcon’s cockpit, he finally and fully understood that fear. (Musical Cue: Halo 2 Theme) Like a lone guardian of the fortress, the immense Eclipse Class Star Destroyer drifted in geosynchronous orbit over the planet Fallacry. Against the white wispy clouds of the seemingly untouched world below, the soul-stealing blackness of the hull cast a pall over the world, as if any caught within its shadows would be forever corrupted by its menacing touch. Shon felt his heart skip a beat as he laid eyes on the ship. Ever since seeing the hologram of it back in Theed, he’d prayed that this was little more than a wild mynock chase. He’s hoped that beings far more sensible than he had found this ship of legend and had sent it into the nearest sun. Yet there it was, mere kilometres from him and already filing his vision. They’d found the Prometheus. Han, Leia, and Lando all stared out at the monstrosity before them. Seasoned veterans to the Empire’s fear tactics as they were, all of them could not deny the light, cool sheen of sweat that had formed on their brows at mere sight of this ship. Even Lando, who’d nearly been caught in a Dark Force Vortex years ago, could only sit in awe of the Prometheus and wonder at the sinister impossibility of it. Perhaps it was the fact that it was the only ship orbiting the planet, or just its size, but something about it made those aboard the Falcon feel that this was no mere assembly of materials and technology floating out there…this was akin to walking into a Sith tomb on Korriban. “There she is,” said Han. “Large as life and twice as ugly.” “That hologram didn’t do it justice,” said Lando. “If that’d been at Endor…” “We wouldn’t have made it,” finished Leia. Of all those aboard the ship, she seemed the most shaken by the Prometheus’ presence here. Of all those assembled on this expedition, by far she was the one who’d borne the most witness to the fury of the Empire. From watching her beloved Alderaan reduced to debris by the Death Star to passing through the very spot over Endor where the Emperor met his final fate at the hands of her father, Darth Vader…her mind and soul had been subjected to just about every horror the twisted mind of a Sith could concoct. The old memories all returned in a chaotic wash over her mind as she gazed at this, the final remnant of Palpatine’s twisted view of the galaxy. Though silent and seemingly derelict, just knowing who this ship should have served was enough to make her shiver slightly. Neither Shon nor Jaina had been around when the Empire was at its peak. While both had grown up knowing of the Remnant and its continued campaigns to wrest galactic control back from the Republic, neither of them had seen the true pall cast by Palpatine over the galaxy. They had never heard in real life the dreaded rasp of a respirator, which heralded the approach of Darth Vader. Jaina had seen numerous battles in her career as a Jedi, and Shon’s list of successful conflicts was growing. However, if they’d known just what kind of monster the Imperial machine had once been, the sight of this ship would have them in a cold sweat. “I’m not reading much for power,” said Lando, looking over the sensors once again. “Minimal life support, no real propulsion to speak of…can’t pick up anything on weapons.” “They could be masking,” said Han. “Using the sleeping gober fish trick.” “No,” said Jaina. All turned to her and noticed the far-away look in her eyes. “I sense nothing coming from the ship…no malice…just…memories.” She blinked her eyes, shaking her head to bring herself fully back into the physical plane. “I can’t sense anything at this distance.” “So we’re not certain…” “We’re not facing a full ship,” Leia interrupted Lando. “Even at this distance a large concentration of people would be sensed by the Force. It’s like seeing a fire from a distance. The larger the fire, the farther away you can see it.” Lando looked over to Han, who shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t look at me. I’m married to her and I still don’t understand half of it. All I know is we’re not gonna find our answers out here.” He keyed the communicator to life. “Karrde? This is Solo. Any ideas on our next move?” * * * Aboard the Wild Karrde, the same air of muted amazement washed over the bridge as it had on the Falcon. Jacen and Ryn were both mesmerized by the outline of the behemoth, both for their own reasons. Thoughts of a family he never knew flitted through Ryn’s mind as he beheld the seemingly dead ship before him. The mere existence of this ship as a rumour had been enough for the Bothan spynet to silence a mother and father known only to him by his uncle. In a past life, he would have stared at the floating fortress out there with malice in his eyes, ready to carve it to pieces with nothing more than a salvage torch and a bottle of Corellian whiskey. Three years ago he would have used his bare hands to destroy this cause of his parents’ deaths if he had to. But he was a Jedi now…at least in training. Anger would serve no purpose here other than to cloud his judgement. There would be a time and a place for him to decompress when this was all over. It would be far away from here, and at a time when emotions could run freely if needed. Like Jaina, Jacen also called upon the Force to sweep over the ship in an effort to find anyone. Like Jaina he registered nothing and arrived at the same conclusion as she: There were very few, if any, beings on board. He could feel the collective sigh of relief around him when he reported this to Karrde, but still felt a twinge of apprehension from his Padawan over this. One thing his battlefield experience had taught him years ago was that any hope, no matter how slight, often was all one needed to make it through to see the end. “I’m not ready any viable power source,” reported Odonnl. “That crate’s running on minimal right now.” “This could present a problem with Ivasson’s plan,” said Karrde, twisting his goatee thoughtfully. “Kind of hard to overload a reactor when there’s no real reactor to speak of.” “We can still overload what’s there,” said Jacen, offering his two centicreds of hope. “Even a small internal explosion should be enough to disable her.” “With enough detonation packs we could do one better,” offered Shada. “Take out the bridge.” She pointed towards the aft of the ship, where the focal point of ship administration was located. “If this crate’s built around standard ISD philosophy…” “Then rendering the bridge to rubble will cause her to fall,” finished Karrde. He shuddered as he thought of the impact such a ship would have on the planet below, but for all he knew the world was like all the others: Bereft of life and habitable only due to atmospheric generators. That would have to be ascertained prior to pulling off such an attack. “Might be our only option,” he said, making sure to address the possibility of such a move. “Are we packing that much firepower?” asked Ryn. Karrde chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Perhaps you should ask your Chiss friend about some…items in the cargo hold.” This was met by a couple of snickers on the part of the rest of the crew. At first, Ryn thought of merely probing everyone’s minds to gain the knowledge behind this joke, but then thought better of it. If Borjin knew what Karrde was talking about, then he could easily get the information at a later time. “I’m quite confident that we can make a significant dent in that monstrosity,” said the smuggler prince. “But, we are getting a bit ahead of ourselves. Odonnl…any luck finding a docking bay?” “Both ventral bays are operational,” reported the crewman, pointing out the two docking bays on the underside of the behemoth. “Not reading any activity though…no fighters prepping for launch or anything.” “Good.” Karrde turned to Jacen and Ryn. “We’ll coordinate with Solo to get us on board. I suggest you speak with your comrades and let them know our plans.” The two Jedi nodded and exited the bridge, heading for the sick bay. As they left, Karrde returned his gaze to the Prometheus. “She’s worth an Empire’s ransom,” he said softly. “You’d go down in history as the man who ended the galaxy,” said Shada, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Boss, I know she’s a tempting target, but unleashing that thing now would…” “I know,” interrupted Karrde softly. He had no intention of claiming the ship as his own; he was too much a long-term thinker for such an impulsive thing. “Still, the secrets that ship must hold…what I wouldn’t give for 24 hours alone with that databank and a rack of quantum crystals.” “You’d be the next Obra-Skai,” smirked Shada playfully. “C’mon, boss. Let’s get to the ship first and worry about your encyclopaedia collection later.” Karrde knew the Mystril was right. Like many mysteries of the galaxy, some were best kept that way until others more determined than he uncovered them. Still, the prospect of plundering the secrets aboard that ship was a tantalizing one. However, if safeguarding the galaxy as he knew it depended on that ship being reduced to scrap, then scrap it would become. “Helm,” he said. “Make for the main docking bay. Keep weapons hot and scanners active. Dankin, inform Solo we’re going in and he’s invited to the party.” “Aye sir,” said Dankin. The Wild Karrde throttled up slightly and began moving towards the ominous black ship before her. Soon, they would be aboard a craft that up until this moment had been the stuff of legend and lore. For Talon Karrde, just gazing upon this ship was like having personally touched divinity. He only hoped that he and his comrades would live to tell about it. -----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: 5/3/05 10:23am Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 5/2 - Chapter 16
	Oh, my newphew is really into it. I just gotta talk to him. I actually owe him a story, a story who's title I can't utter here. And given how real life's been treating you lately over the past year, year and a half, there's no problem with posting. Now to the post... They've reached the Big One, and all is well for now. Like how you reached back for references, from Endor to Leia sensing the Emperor's death mark in space. And it's nice to remember that Karrde is an opportunist. But even he should know the truth: it reminds me of that Far Side pic where the bear has a target on his hide and the other bear says 'hell of a birthmark, Bernie'. In short: the bigger the object, the bigger the target. Now that the ogling is over, maybe they can get on the ship before certain Imperial elements have that overdue family reunion on it. 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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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 5/26/05 3:25pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 5/2 - Chapter 16
	FORWARD HO! -----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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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 6/26/05 6:17pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 5/2 - Chapter 16
	STRANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :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: 7/18/05 10:09pm Subject: RE: Stranger in a Strange Land - Part 7 - Our Time Has Come - UPDATE 7/18 - Whiskey's Back
	Looks around Well, at least it's still here...figured they'd have axed this thread a month ago. An apology at this time wouldn't be enough to express my regret at neglecting this thread for so long. June and July have been a time of a lot of personal struggle and recovery for me, as well as an effort to look forward to the future. No, no one in my family's died...quite the opposite. My father's recovering well and I might actually get to see him in a week or so when I go on vacation. I've had some other battles to deal with too, most of which all but sucked the creativity right out of me. However, I'm feeling a lot better now and I can only hope this time that my consistency of posting will be better, as will my quality of writing (I'm such a perfectionist ) So, without further ado, let the show continue... By the time the two ships were in range of the docking bay, the crews aboard them were prepped and ready to carry out their mission. Contrary to what Borjin had seen in the Wild Karrde’s cargo hold earlier, the crates of McNerf patties were no such thing at all. Talon Karrde, smuggler that he was, had actually used the fast food establishment’s packaging to disguise a rather large shipment of highly explosive Det-Plas. Mining colonies all over the galaxy relied on this plastic-based explosive to strip away the layers of rock that separated miners from the precious metals they sought. However, with taxation on the rise in the Republic and freighters in short supply, smugglers like Karrde found a lucrative market in hauling this material around. Today, however, the only reward would be the death of a dark legend. Aboard the Falcon, Jaina and Shon made sure to check their weapons before the ship entered the docking bay of the Prometheus. For Jaina, this meant a quick visual inspection of her lightsabre and a rapid mental scan of herself to ensure the Force was there and ready to do her bidding should the need arise. Long ago she would have strapped on a blaster of some sort, but her years of training as a Jedi had all but eliminated her dependency on such weapons. The same, however, could not be said for Shon. His lightsabre clipped to his belt, the rogue talent spent the next few minutes adding several small but deadly weapons to his robes. A pair of spring-loaded batons found their way into a leg pocket, while the soles of his shoes now housed small, hardened plastic wafers capable of cutting rope or prying panels off of walls. On his belt he added a pouch filled with electrostatically charged shurikens, and pocketed a half-dozen hollow durasteel spheres in his tunic. Jaina watched in disappointed fascination as her Padawan armed himself less like a Jedi and more like a Mystril. Of course, she knew much of this came from Dalan’s training, and she grudgingly had to admit that having more than one weapon at one’s disposal was prudent in a situation like this. Still, she could not see her former Master endorse such a thing, nor could she see anyone on the Jedi Council do so. Shon unclipped his lightsabre and gazed at it, focusing his mind on the weapon and at the same time opening his mind to the Force. Through visions and memories, he let his consciousness drift forward to the uncertain future, searching for the vision that had kept him going all these years…the vision that had kept him on the side of the Light. He searched now for his purpose to aid in focusing his mind. Ever since seeing it on Naboo two years ago, the vision of Shon and some faceless Padawan sparring and laughing together had dominated the rogue talent’s thoughts. He’d decided then that this was his destiny: To pass on his knowledge and training to another generation of Jedi…a generation that would be an even greater force for peace in the galaxy. Whenever he felt things were hopeless, Shon would recall that vision and it alone would spur him onward. So long as he remained in the Light that vision would someday become a reality. Some day he would be the Master, and someday he would look upon his Padawan as not only an apprentice, but as part of his family. His mind now submerged in the Light Side, Shon activated his weapon. The snap-hiss of it crackled like thunder in his ears, as if by merely revealing the blue blade that the evil surrounding the ship would suddenly dissipate. He kept the blade active for several moments before finally closing it down. He exhaled slowly as he reattached the weapon to his belt. He was ready. * * * Unaided by tractor beams or landing transponders, the two ships moved carefully into the gargantuan docking bay of the Prometheus. Like entering a cave composed of obsidian, the interior of the ship was as black and sinister as the exterior, with the exception that inside the floors were so well-polished one could see their reflection in striking detail. It seemed to add to the surrealism of the place, making it seem more and more like some supernatural habitat. The ships landed with no real incident and began their power down sequences. Aves and Chin were ordered to transfer to the Falcon and keep her engines warm, while Odonnl and Dankin did the same aboard the Wild Karrde. They would also wait for the all clear signal before hauling up the Det-Plas to the bridge to carry out their intended sabotage. While a little disheartened that they wouldn’t be part of the original scouting team, they realized their importance to the mission as a whole, and as a result settled into their required roles easily. The gangplanks lowered from the ships and from each a solitary figure emerged. Each was dressed in a Jedi robe with lightsabre drawn. Anakin and Jaina met in between the two ships before mentally signalling that they were indeed alone in this cavernous maw of a hangar. As the others began to file out and assemble, Anakin craned his neck upwards towards the darkness above. His mind could only estimate at the intricacy of the docking storage mechanisms that ferried ships to and from this launching platform With so much room to work with, the Jedi figured an entire platoon of Assault Transports could be loaded in here and deployed in less than 45 minutes. The prospect made him shudder involuntarily. “This hangar’d make one hell of a nightclub,” commented Lando, craning his neck upwards. “We should keep moving,” said Karrde, his voice neutral. “The sooner we’re finished with this, the better.” The group moved towards one of the security doors away from the hangar bay. A few moments on Ryn’s part, and the locks were opened. Taking point positions, Shon and Jaina stepped into the opening, the rest following behind at a close but safe distance. A wide corridor welcomed them as they moved from the doorway. Unlike the gleaming white interior of a Corellian Corvette or the dull grey of a standard destroyer, the interior of the Prometheus was black. Walls and floors of polished obsidian greeted the group with their own reflections, made all the more eerie by the dimly glowing light tubes embedded in the ceiling. It was unnerving, especially to the Jedi. The reflections all seemed to be mocking them…showing sides of their personalities that they’d worked so hard to keep hidden or suppressed. No one spoke as they made their way down the corridor, weapons drawn but finding nothing. Not even those skittish little escort droids that normally littered any Imperial ship or installation could be seen. Only the low thrumming of some vast but weak power source gave any indication that this ship was no derelict. Jaina raised her hand, giving the universal stop signal. The others all froze while the two point Jedi continued. They approached what appeared to be a rather large door with Aurabesh writing on it: MAG-LEV. “Internal rapid transit,” said Shon. “This should help.” “If it works,” countered Jaina, waving Ryn forward. The rogue talent moved towards the door, gently peeling the panel off and working with the wiring underneath it. He could feel his Master’s gaze on him, almost admonishing him for not trusting in the Force to accomplish this seemingly menial task. Ryn shot back a subtle reminder to Jacen that this was the Emperor’s ship, and doubtless filled with traps and detection devices aimed specifically at those steeped in the Light Side of the Force. Should he just choose to wave his hands and force the door open, there was a good chance this corridor would become their tomb…or worse. Moments later the door slid open, revealing what looked to be a type of transit car. Jaina waved the rest of the group forward and into the car. Thankfully it was large enough to accommodate everyone, and seemed rather luxurious compared to Imperial standards. Ryn wondered briefly if this device was for the exclusive use of the senior staff…it seemed too nice to house a cadre of stormtroopers. “Can this crate take us to the bridge?” asked Han, peering into the darkness that was the tunnel before them. Ryn looked at the control panel. “Directly, no…but it can bring us in-line with it. There’s a station for this crate by a main turbolift. We can ride that all the way to the top.” He activated the mag-lev’s computer and input the destination. “Hm…interesting. This ride should provide quite the view.” “Great,” muttered Shon. “All we need is a droid standing at the front of the car pointing out the attractions.” “How long will the trip take?” asked Karrde. “Couple of hours,” replied the rogue talent. “I’m getting the feeling this was some kind of overseer’s transport…some way a commander could see all that was going on in a shorter amount of time.” He set the controls for the bridge area and sat back as the car hummed to life. Within moments, the mag-lev vehicle was off, carrying the combined crews of the Millennium Falcon and the Wild Karrde to an unknown destiny. More tomorrow, that much I can promise. -----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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