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Jedi_Linewalker Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/13/05 4:15pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	Forgive me for being a thick headed rascal, but I don't get it. laughs -----signature----- Jedi Linewalker Proudly Knighted by, and former Padawan of, Rhonderoo For fics, see http://linewalker.0catch.com/fics.html Or see my sock #1 Daran Lightrider http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1324229
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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Star Wars Trivia Hostess Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 5/13/05 4:18pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	nevermind, thick. -----signature----- I've finished reading Breaking Dawn! Morale officer of the ACWDBTTCAOT. "Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit." ~Virgil, Aeneid "Ecce domino" (The pizza guy's here)
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VadersMistress Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/13/05 5:10pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	I think that what everyone is doing is wonderful. Keep up the fabulous work! -----signature----- And what it all comes down to is that I haven't got it figured out just yet. Would I rather be feared or loved? Um... Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me. Persia pwns your face.
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lazykbys_left Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 5/15/05 6:53am Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	Ami's mouth dropped open in shock. "You're a Jedi?" she asked in an almost breathless voice. "But, but you ... you're a smuggler. You're a freighter captain." Nice work, Jedi_Linewalker! - lazy -----signature----- "You're like some kind of link machine." - rhonderoo It didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done. DARK SIDE FHTAGN lazykbys fanfic index (click and scroll dowwwn): http://boards.theforce.net/m/b1/17609715/r17736763
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Kylie_Jinn Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/15/05 9:31am Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	twiddles thumbs Oh, this looks like fun; can I maybe join? I love how you guys are working in all these different characters, how half of them are people you would expect to be chased and half of them aren't. great job! -----signature----- "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--" -Matthew Stover Oh continuity: a joy and a curse...well, maybe more of the latter.
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Kylie_Jinn Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/15/05 1:44pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	Title: Becoming Prey Author:Kylie Jinn(Continuing VaderLVR64’s lead and Jedi Linewalker in round robin) Timeframe: Post ROTS Genre: Round Robin of sorts Summary: Not everyone is willing to let the Jedi die without taking a stand. Notes: From VaderLVR64 - I’d love to see anyone interested take a shot at this one. But please ask before you kill off someone’s OC. You can continue a previous author’s story or you can forge ahead into new territory. You can place your viggies in any time period after ROTS and use any characters, canon or OC. You can kill them or save them. The only criteria will be that you center your story around a group of beings working to save the few Jedi who remain. An “Underground Railroad” for the Jedi, if you will. Let’s keep them spoiler free until May 20th, so that everyone can join in on the fun, okay? All right, ready…set…go! The darkness crept around her, the screams of her dying comrades echoing in her ears. Red seeped everywhere beneath her eyelids, red like the fire, red like blood... Kylie jolted awake so suddenly that her head connected with that of the boy leaning over her. He jumped back like a spooked nerf, balancing on the balls of his feet as he panted. "Don't do that!" With a groan, Kylie let her head fall back onto the pillow, confusion setting in. Her hand hung beneath the bed, searching for the comforting touch of fur. It wasnít there. "Where is Cel," she asked, her voice a dangerous command. After another moment of contemplating with her eyes shut, she added, "And where am I?" The boy sighed, lowering himself back into his chair. He shook an admonishing finger at her, his sandy hair falling in his eyes. "Don't think that just because you're a Jedi you can order me around. You're not even that old. I-" "Jeb, leave her be. She's only just woken up." Kylie opened her eyes again, shielding them from the painfully bright light. She tried to shift to a sitting position, but sudden pain shot through her side. She winced, and a tiny moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. The pain didn't abate as she continued to lift herself up, but suddenly she felt a cool hand beneath her back, helping her up. "You must take it easy, young one," the woman's voice said, and Kylie managed to open her eyes again. Smiling gently at her was a fair-skinned Twi'lek, her complexion the lightest shade of purple she had ever seen. "You are on the planet Bespin; you've been here for about a week now. Your friend is wandering around the city." She pressed a pottery cup to Kylie's lips, and the Jedi obediently gulped it down. The pain in her side began to ease as the warmth of the drink seeped through it. "What...What happened?" No matter how hard she tried to concentrate, her memories refused to come to her, only images of destruction came. She groaned as she placed a hand to her head, trying to stop the visions. For long years, now, the Force had manifested itself by allowing Kylie Jinn to see into the past. Most people who bothered to ponder about it believed it was because she was so in tune with the living force. Kylie didnít bother to question; she was simply grateful she could learn from it. But now, it seemed to have slipped through her fingers and was plaguing her with visions she knew all to well. The Jedi were being hunted down, and they were losing. The boy and the Twi'lek shared a look, and the boy shrugged. The woman turned back to her, her indigo eyes looking saddened. "You were found on Coruscant, barely alive from a wound in your side. One of our contacts there took you and smuggled you out here to Bespin, where we have been caring for you. We offer you shelter," she finished, making the last sentence sound like a code of some kind. "Sanctuary," Kylie mumbled under her breath. Yes, that was it. She and her companion, Cel, had been hunting the Sith like they always were. But the Sith hadfinally decided to turn tail and face them. Her hand gently touched the wound in her side. She could still remember the searing pain, the red of that blade... The two other occupants of the room nodded. Kylie didnít see; her eyes were filled with that face, and those cold, lifeless eyes as yellow as a krayt dragon's. Those eyes that she had known so well... With sudden resolve, Kylie swung her legs over the side of her small bed. Pain shot through her again, and the Twi'lek grabbed at her arm, trying to coerce her back to the bed. Through gritted teeth, Kylie shook her head and gasped out, "I have to find Cel. I started this, I'll finish it." The woman's hands fell away from the young Jedi's arm, and she looked over at Jeb. She nodded resignedly, and sat back on the now vacant bed. "Jeb can take you to her. Then you must get away from here. His father will pilot the ship for you. It is dangerous for anyone to stay in one place for long, now. You have been here far too long, and I fear that they may catch up with you." Kylie paused in the middle of the room, swaying on her weak knees. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat as she forced herself to meet the Twi'lek's dark eyes. "But you want them to find you, donít you, Jedi?" "Yes," she whispered quietly. Kylie couldn't run. Her whole life had been given to hunting the Sith, and if this could keep them off of the trail of other refugees, then it was for the good. She refused to let the Sith get away with this. She wouldnít let them tear her family apart anymore. Choking back a sob, she hurried out of the apartment, her long cloak swirling behind her. Jeb followed her out in a rush, hurrying to get in front of her to show her the way. Kylie smiled at his ego as he puffed out his chest and acted all bold and daring. "You're lucky they brought you to me when you were wounded. Anyone else would have been terrified of that dog of yours." "She's not a dog," Kylie replied out of habit, reaching out with the Force as her mind slowly cleared of the fog of visions. "Cel is my closest friend. She's a hound, if you have to call her anything besides her name." "Yeah, whatever Jedi." He cast a glance over his shoulder at her. Kylie's long brown hair was in the process of being braided as she reached her arms behind her head, and her dark blue eyes were shut as she thought about what was to come. When she opened them to peer at him, her face of twenty-five didnít match the wisdom and sorrow in those eyes. Jebís voice caught on whatever jibberish he had been about to say, and his steps faltered as he realized just how hard this girlís life had been. He now knew that he could never truly understand what all these Jedi felt, being torn from their home, the only lives theyíd ever know, and being hunted down. The only home he had ever known was right here, with his father and his ship. He couldnít even fathom what it would be like to be torn away from that. Kylie came to a stop beside him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. She silently prayed that he would never have to know how it felt to run for your life. No one should have to know how this felt. After a moment, Jeb snapped out of the reverie and returned to his macho act, taking her hand from his shoulder and supporting her. Kylie pushed his hand away, her stand-offish personality kicking in. Jeb shrugged and started walking again through the glass-lined corridors of the city. As they turned another corner, Jeb led her into a hangar where a shuttle sat waiting. He spread his arms to encompass the hulking machine in front of them, his face split by a wide grin. "Welcome, Kylie, to the hangar of the fastest ship in the galaxy." Kylie winced, looking around to make sure there werenít any troopers around. "Keep it down, would ya?" she hissed, touching the smooth hilt of her lightsaber at her belt. She sighed in relief to know it was there, but adrenaline was beginning to pump through her system, dulling the pain in her side. Something shivered in the Force, something that sent a shudder through her spine and the muscles in her arms to tense. She suddenly wished Cel was by her side. "This baby'll make the Kessel Run next year if I have anything to do about it," Jeb said, oblivious to the danger creeping around them. Kylie slipped the hilt from her belt, beginning to circle the room like a trapped sand panther. Jeb walked up to the hulk of a ship and slapped it proudly. "Worked on it myself," he continued. "Me and my buds are gonna enter it in the race next year and fly circles around all those spice runners. That is if dad returns it to me all right. You better not dent it up on your way to Endor." He turned to smile at her, but the smile wilted when he caught sight of her pacing with that deadly hilt in her hands. "What is it?" The room suddenly erupted with blaster fire. An emerald blade sprang forth from the cyclinder in Kylie's hands, and the crimson streaks deflected back towards the entryway where they were originating. A trio of clone troopers had taken up position and was firing steadily at the pair. Jeb cursed and drew a handheld blaster from his belt, flicking off the safety with a practiced hand and triggering his own flow into the white-helmeted troopers. Kylie backed towards him, her green blade humming and moving deftly in her hand, an extension of her own body. Suddenly, the fire cut off and a muffled scream sounded from one of the troopers. Claws clicked across the floor as a hound tore out a piece of the second troopers snowy armor. Jeb let out a quiet curse behind the Jedi as she ran to join Cel. The hound paused, her black and silver fur bristling and her silver eyes glowing as her fangs released the neck of the unfortunate trooper. Her antlers, curved back and up like twin scythes, dipped as she flashed a feral grin at Kylie. The Jedi's blade buried itself into the first cloneís chest, and as one she and the hound turned toward the last trooper. The clone raised it's blaster up, leveling it at Kylie, when it suddenly spasmed. His gloved hands dropped the rifle as they flew to his throat, grappling with some unseen force. Kylie, Cel, and Jeb stared in confusion as he finally fell limp, the light that was his life in the Force winking out. Kylie slowly met Cel's eyes, and then she spun on a heel to face Jeb. "Get on the ship," she ordered. The boy started to yell his opposition when Celís antlers caught him near the knee, shepherding him back. "Kylie, wait! We need to go!" He turned to face the hound's quicksilver eyes, pleading her to reason with him. "Tell her to come!" Cel shook her head, the horns atop her skull swishing faintly in the air. We started this, she thought to him, so weíll finish it. She turned back to Kylie and sprinted towards her, her hackles rising like needle points. The hound drew to a stop beside the Jedi. Glad to see you up and about again, she said offhandedly. Kylie smiled back as her lightsaber thrummed in her hand. "Glad to be back, Cel. Just wonder how long we'll last through this one." "Plenty long, if I have anything to do with it, Jinn." There she stood, her black cloak falling all the way to the floor. Dark yellow eyes, framed by short, slick blonde hair, stared at the pair standing in the door way. Tithe licked her lips, smiling wickedly at them. The older woman tapped a long nail, blood red, to the lightsaber hilt clasped in her hand. "Tithe," Kylie said, her voice quivering with pent-up rage. The woman smiled at her again, revealing pearly white teeth beneath her pale lips. "You and your little pet will pay for the problems you have caused my master," she said, stalking closer to their doorway. The Sith eyed them maliciously, those cold yellow eyes capable of only one emotion: hate. "You'll pay even more for the embarrassment you caused me." Kylie angled her blade toward the fallen Jedi as a snarl ripped loose from Cel's throat. Tithe stopped and clucked patronizingly. "What, no playful banter?" Neither of them said a word. Tithe just flashed her grin again. "No? Well, we'll have plenty of time for that later. After I dispose of your little doggie, here, you and I will have plenty of time to talk. You will beg me to end your life before I am done." She drew a long nail across her throat idly as she watched the reaction in Kylie's eyes. "I can feel the hate in you, Jinn. Why do you always hold it back?" her voice dripped like a viper's fangs. The Jedi refused to say anything in reply. She remembered the day when she had revealed Tithe as a Sith. Still under the guise of a rebellious Jedi Knight, Tithe had tried to assassinate the former Senator from Alderaan, Bail Antilles. After they had managed to foil the attempt, Tithe had been added to their list of prey. The only thing keeping the rage from coursing unfettered through Kylie was the fact that she had to stop Tithe, not only for her sake, but for Jeb and the other Jedi Tithe had killed. With a ferocious growl, Cel suddenly leapt at the Sith's throat. Her red blade ignited, slicing through the air with a vicious hiss. Cel was fast, though, and landed a striking blow on her shoulder. Tithe hissed, slashing at the hound with her crimson lightsaber, while Kylie came up from behind, swinging her own blade up. Energy hissed as the two clashed, sending a flash of light through the hallway. Tithe grinned in Kylie's face, wrestling more weight onto her own blade, and with an abrupt twist slammed her fist into the Jedi's side. Pain blossomed like fireworks inside her, and her knees began to give way beneath her. With a graceful spin, Tithe brought her lightsaber around before Kylie could properly catch it and struck a blow to her shoulder. "So slow," she taunted, stepping back as Cel leapt at her again. Her crimson blade raked across the hounds ebony fur, drawing a ragged gash across her back. "Perhaps I should have given you more time to recuperate." Stars began to swirl in her vision as Kylie pulled herself back up. Cel staggered to all fours, her eyes beginning to smolder with her predatory instincts. Tithe paced back and forth, waiting for the wounded pair to regain their feet. "Don't think I'll let you off easy, Jinn, just because you're tired. I've still got some surprises up my sleeve." As if to emphasize the point, she threw back her cape and revealed her bare arms. "Say goodbye to your friend, Jinn." Almost in slow motion, Kylie turned towards Cel, trying to reach out her hand towards the hound. Her silver eyes met her blue, and she shook her head sadly. Force be with you, Cel whispered in her mind. Lightning coiled out from Tithe's hands, snakes of it scorching through the air until they slammed into the hound. Kylie heard herself cry out, and she scrambled to her feet. In desperation, she thrust her lightsaber out. The lightning turned to writhe around the blade, winding up the hilt and around her arm. The pain was unbearable, and her fingers twitched so violently that they released her hilt. The lightning mercifully sparked out. Kylie fell to her knees, cradling her arm to her chest, as she sank beside Cel's unmoving body. Tears sprang to her eyes unchecked; she reached out and slowly ran her good hand over Cel's scorched fur. Tithe loomed over her, her yellow eyes watching ruthlessly. Her boot kicked away Kylie's lightsaber, sending the hilt rolling back towards the boarding ramp of the shuttle. She crouched down in front of her, leaning close so that her voice barely rose above a blood-curdling whisper. "Now, Jinn, I will teach you the true meaning of pain." Kylie looked up at her with sad, hollow eyes as the crimson blade slowly descended on her. Then the world erupted into green light. Tithe coiled back, a ragged scream tearing from her. Kylie stared up at Jeb, standing over her with her lightsaber in hand, retracting it from Tithe's crumpled body. Tears pricked his own eyes as he turned to face her, reaching down and grabbing her arm. He carefully hoisted her up, and, leaning on him for support, Jeb pulled her after him onto the shuttle. Kylie shot a pained look over her shoulder, tears flowing down her cheeks as she stared back at Cel. With a hiss of hydraulics, the hatch swung shut, cutting her off from the image of her last true friend. "Come on, Kylie," Jeb hissed, choking back the sob out of his voice. He blinked back the tears as he dropped her into the co-pilot's seat and sank into the pilot's himself. Flicking switches, the ship roared to life beneath his hand. Kylie stared over at him, her Jedi reflexes tempering her sorrow. "Jeb," she asked quietly, "where's your dad?" He finally looked over at her, his hazel eyes shining with the tears he was still trying to hold back. As Bespin began to fall away beneath them, the cloud city giving way to the dark, comforting emptiness of space, Kylie leaned over and embraced him hard, despite the pain shooting through her arms now. Jeb, his restraints crashing, sobbed into her shoulder. The two stayed like that for a long time while the ship around them followed routine orders, the navi-computer pulling up hyperspace coordinates. After they had both fallen silent, Jeb mumbled into her shoulder, now damp with tears and blood. "We can't go to Endor, now." Kylie pulled back enough to look him in the eye, both of them looking weak and exhausted. "We'll go to the next sanctuary point, the one we had incase any Imperials got wind of the evacuation." He reached past her and punched in new coordinates. "We're going to Alderaan." -----signature----- "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--" -Matthew Stover Oh continuity: a joy and a curse...well, maybe more of the latter.
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Jedi_Linewalker Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/15/05 2:24pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	Nice pick up there, Kylie I enjoyed it -----signature----- Jedi Linewalker Proudly Knighted by, and former Padawan of, Rhonderoo For fics, see http://linewalker.0catch.com/fics.html Or see my sock #1 Daran Lightrider http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1324229
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Kylie_Jinn Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/15/05 3:05pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	Thanks, Jedi_Linewalker. So glad you read it! -----signature----- "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--" -Matthew Stover Oh continuity: a joy and a curse...well, maybe more of the latter.
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lazykbys Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 5/16/05 5:24am Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun! - Date Edited: 5/16/05 5:57am (1 edits total) Edited By: lazykbys
	EDIT: Another author! Yay! Nice post, Kylie_Jinn! I liked the interaction between Kylie and Jeb. - lazy When the smuggler captain said, "Give me your lightsaber," it took Xakar Yanari ten seconds to figure out what the man was saying. "My lightsaber?" he said, his hand stopping just short of reaching for the weapon hidden in his cloak. "Why?" The smuggler held up a hand with two fingers extended in a V. "Two reasons," he said. "First, anyone with a hand scanner can see you have a lightsaber on you. The energy pattern's easy to find, if you know what to look for. If the Imps catch you with a Jedi weapon, they aren't going to ask politely how you got it." Xakar nodded grimly. "And the other reason?" "I need the credits." This time it took the young Jedi a full minute to understand the man's words. "Wait a second. Are you saying you want to sell my lightsaber?" "That's right. There's always been a market for Jedi stuff. And when Palpatine decided it was a crime to be a Jedi, the prices went up like you wouldn't believe." "How much?" Xakar asked, too stunned to be angry. Not now, anyway. The smuggler grinned. "More than the Empire will pay for you. And more than your friends paid me to smuggle you off-planet. Look, just hand it over, okay?" "What if I refuse?" A quick glance told Xakar the smuggler was unarmed. If he wanted to, Xakar could take him down in a second, if not less. "Then something in the air might make you sleepy, and when you wake up you'd be in Imperial hands." The smuggler rolled his eyes. "You know, I could just shoot you and take the blasted thing. I don't have to ask you for it." "You don't have to take it, either," Xakar said. "You know what? You may be right. But I'm risking my neck for you, and I think I deserve something in return. And if you try some Jedi trick on me, you'll be the last Jedi I ever help." The smuggler crossed his arms and gave Xakar a hard stare. "So, what's it going to be?" Xakar looked the smuggler in the eye and was disgusted by the greed he saw. On the other hand, the man was doing more for the Jedi than most respectable citizens. With great reluctance he pulled the lightsaber out of his cloak. It was the first he'd constructed. He had actually lost it once while taking his Jedi Trials, but through some twist of fate it had been returned to him. Only to be lost once more, in a way he had never dreamed . . . It's just a tool, he told himself. I can always make another one. "Nice doing business with you," the smuggler said as he pocketed the Jedi weapon. "You might as well get settled in. It'll be a few hours before we drop out of hyperspace." -----signature----- I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism you can give me. Please feel free to PM me with your comments. . by the same author (click and scroll dowwwn): http://boards.theforce.net/m/b1/17609715/r17736763
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Kylie_Jinn Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/16/05 3:30pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	Oh no, don't take his lightsaber! Nice touch, and new characters! If we make all of them end up meeting, we're gonna have a huge band on our hands to handle! -----signature----- "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--" -Matthew Stover Oh continuity: a joy and a curse...well, maybe more of the latter.
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lazykbys Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 5/21/05 7:35pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun! - Date Edited: 5/21/05 8:04pm (2 edits total) Edited By: lazykbys
	Where is everyone? Off watching RotS, or just brimming over with RotS plot bunnies? Kylie_Jinn - Thanks! And to add to the growing list of characters . . . - lazy PS edit, edit, edit . . . Ulden Akhman was good at what he did. He was small, he was quiet, and he was a skilled slicer. This meant he could be in and out of most security systems before they noticed something was wrong. Presently he was engaged in getting into a warehouse in the industrial district. For some reason, the security here had been tightened recently. The fact that this was done without leaving official traces meant something big was coming up in the criminal underground. Ulden didn't know what it was, but it was sure to be worth a lot of credits. Of course, there was a certain amount of risk involved - crime lords didn't waste any time on due process of law - but if his hunch was correct, then he would soon have enough to buy himself a new life. For that sort of money, Ulden was willing to gamble everything. An infinitesimal drop in voltage told him he was past the gates. A command keyed directly into the door's circuitry opened it without raising any alarms. Several seconds later he was inside, safely invisible to the security cameras he'd sliced into just before entering. Okay, he thought, let's see what they're hiding here. But before he could check out the merchandise, a soft sound made Ulden stop. He looked around, trying to hear it again. It had sounded like footsteps, although he knew it was impossible. There had been no mention of extra security personnel or even guard droids. Unless I missed something . . . Slowly, careful not to make a sound, Ulden pulled his blaster out. His exposed skin became taut, as if turning into another set of eardrums. He wished he could turn off his heartbeat; it was so unbelievably loud - "What are you doing here?" Ulden spun around without thinking, firing his blaster in the general direction of the voice. He caught a glimpse of someone ducking behind a stack of crates. No doubt whoever it was would start shooting back soon. Ulden ran for it, trying to remember which way was out. He had reached the door when it slid open, showing three men with blasters. He recognized one of them as Dravis Milan, a stolen goods dealer with a reputation for violence. "Fancy meeting you here, Akhman," Milan said. "Milan!" Ulden squeaked. "This is a mistake. If I knew this place was yours, I never would've -" "Shut up. Did you see the goods?" "No!" Ulden said reflexively. His mind raced as he considered what the question implied. Something big enough I can't hide it on me. And something so illegal he wouldn't trust me not to turn him in. Which means it's hotter than anything I sold him before. Milan grinned. It reminded Ulden of the predators he'd seen in a bestiary. It said there were only two sides to the grin, an inside and an outside, and if you were on the outside it was only a matter of time. "I didn't see a thing, Milan! I swear!" "I wish I could believe you, Ulden. I really do. But I can't let you go." Ulden shut his eyes tightly out of fear. Any second Milan would tell his bodyguards to shoot and that would be the end as far as he was concerned. But as one second became two, and then three, and stretched out into ten, he cracked open his eyelids to see why he wasn't dead yet. What he saw puzzled him. It looked like a woman in dark robes who hadn't been to the 'fresher for a long time. She did not have the casual air of violence Ulden was used to seeing in Milan's associates, yet the man obviously respected her. "Master Milan," the woman said gently, "you promised you wouldn't do this sort of thing." Milan shrugged. "Yes, but - blast it, he's seen you now." "Don't you trust him?" "With my life, maybe. With yours . . . no." Ulden blinked, confused. Obviously this woman outranked Milan somehow and she was against killing him. This was good news. But it looked like she was unable to counter Milan's reasoning. This was definitely bad news. Who is she? he wondered as the two continue to argue back and forth. She doesn't look like the criminal type. Or act like one. But she's plainly on the run. A fugitive. Political, maybe? But Milan's always kept out of politics. Then he noticed something on the woman's belt, a cylinder a third of a meter long, and realization struck him like blaster bolts from a stormtrooper firing squad. She's a Jedi, he thought numbly. He returned his attention to their argument and found the Jedi saying, "What if I took him with me? I could keep an eye on him, and his skills might come in useful." A sour look appeared on Milan's face as he considered this. "It's a bad idea. He might turn you in the first chance he gets." "No I won't," Ulden said quickly and was silenced by Milan's glare. The Jedi smiled a sad smile. "Master Milan, I appreciate all you've done for us. But - please, don't kill him. There have been too many deaths." Milan opened his mouth to speak and closed it after several false starts. He seemed to be struggling with something - perhaps it was the conscience he'd hidden all these years. Finally he said, "If you say so, Master Jedi. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." Then he turned to Ulden and said, "If you betray her, Akhman, I'll put a bounty on your head so high, they'll still be hunting you long after you're dead and buried. Understand?" Ulden gulped nervously. "Yes. Right. I won't." "Humph . . . Master Jedi, your transport is here. Good luck, and - and may the Force be with you." "Thank you, Master Milan. May the Force be with you, too." Ulden followed her out the door, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. I have a bad feeling about this . . . -----signature----- I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism you can give me. 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Kylie_Jinn Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/22/05 12:25pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun! - Date Edited: 5/22/05 12:34pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Kylie_Jinn
	really nice, I think I like this post the best of yours so far. So..many...characters! grinz and yes to being off and watching RotS, it's so good I've got my onw plot bunnies biting me in the rear. smirks Onto another chapter, I suppose...Sorry, it's kinda long, but at least it's adding something. ~~ ~~ ~~ Kylie was exhausted, curled up asleep in the co-pilot chair of the shuttle. She was so tired that all of her shields against the visions, barriers she had unconsciously erected long ago, were falling down around her. Different people floated in and out of her dark dreams, images of lives she had never lived. Dark, dank tunnels stretched ahead of her, dozens of different hands reaching out to guide her along. She was sick of the dark, cramped spaces. People rushed around in the crush of Coruscant, in and out of a diner that seemed vaguely familiar. Red light ignited from a hilt grasped in the hands of a fallen apprentice. Kylie’s muscles seized up in the flow of the nightmare at the sight of those same, lifeless yellow eyes. The two Jedi pushed a second apprentice back, and it wasn’t long before the hangar echoed with the hiss and hum of the three lightsabers. Kylie’s hand reached up in her sleep to clutch at her chest as the crimson blade was driven into the man’s chest. “Do what you must,” he said raggedly to the woman bent over him. The battle raged on until she fell as well. Kylie turned to the young woman standing beside her, wrapping her arms protectively around the Padawan. “Run,” she said, watching as she turned to do so. Cel’s bulk nudged her side, her silver eyes commanding Kylie to do the same. “Run!” And then he stood in front of her, those cold lifeless eyes, yellow as the sun on Tattoine, and horribly bloodshot. Those eyes endlessly haunted her dreams. She called out to him, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Anakin!” she cried to him. But those eyes never blinked, never showed her anything but hate. “Anakin!” Kylie awoke with a start again, nearly falling out of the chair. After a moment, the incessant beeping of an alarm reached her conscious mind, and she groaned as she stretched cramped muscles. She and Jeb had been on the ship for nearly three days now, and she had barely begun to get her strength back. After rest and many hours of meditation, her side and shoulder had begun to mend, but the burns induced by the Sith lightning refused to heal. She tenderly shifted the gauze wrapped around her right arm as she reached out to silence the noise. Jeb’s hand appeared beside hers, switching off the alarm. He smiled gently at her, looking rested and at peace. Kylie returned the smiled wearily, glad that he had managed to get past his grief. He took his hand back and sat down in his seat, readying his hands on the control. Keeping busy by fiddling with the ship and looking after the Jedi had proven good for him, slowly allowing him to come to terms with his father’s death at the hands of the Sith. Kylie hadn’t asked about the details, deeming it better to let him work it out during the long, silent hours they were imprisoned on the shuttle. “How are you doing today, Jedi?” he asked conversationally. Kylie eased carefully back into the seat, wary of her arm. She pulled her beloved cloak closer around her as she shrugged. He looked over at her, the calm giving way to worry, his eyes straying to the arm she had tucked in the opposite sleeve of her voluminous robes. She caught his line of sight and hugged the injured limb closer to herself. “It still won’t heal?” he asked quietly. Averting her eyes, the Jedi shook her head. Sighing, he reached out and gently pried her arm out. Wincing, Kylie was helpless to stop him. Jeb carefully unwound the gauze, revealing the tender, sickly looking flesh beneath. Jagged burn marks coiled up it, dark against the rest of fair skin. “Why won’t it heal?” he asked himself as he inspected it. Kylie tried to draw back, but he held her arm firm and she couldn’t bring herself to force him to let go. He was careful with it, though; Kylie could see why she had been sent to him and the Twi’lek when she had been wounded before. “I think I’m just too tired,” she finally said. She was so tired of running, of losing everything she cared for. Maybe her body just didn’t have enough strength left to heal the marks of the dark side. Jeb sighed again and reached for the roll of gauze. He gently re-wrapped her arm and settled it back against her side. Kylie smiled her gratitude weakly at him, and he nodded his silent acceptance. After a moment, he turned back to the control. Star lines abruptly streaked back into stationary pinpoints of light spread out across the viewport as the ship dropped out of hyperspace at Jeb’s command. Alderaan hung before them, reminding both of them of a delicate, painted ornament. White wisps of clouds were painted across the crystal blue expanse of the planet. Jeb couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful site. Kylie, not taking her eyes from the blue-and-white globe hanging beneath them, raised her voice in question. “Jeb,” she asked quietly, “why are we still going to Alderaan?” Jeb turned to her, his hazel eyes looking confused. “Because it’s the next sanctuary point. You don’t really want to be caught by the Empire, do you?” He hoped that the darkness that seemed to be consuming the Jedi hadn’t grown that powerful. “Where’s the last sanctuary?” Jeb stopped and looked over at her. “Wherever they won’t find you,” he replied firmly. She started to open her mouth, but he beat her to her next question. “Alderaan is safe for now. Later we can bring you to wherever they send you from there.” He stopped and swallowed, suddenly looking anxious. “I’ll come with you, if you want.” Caught off guard, Kylie turned to meet his eyes. A slow smile, the first to grace her for what felt like an eon, spread across her face. “Neither of us has anything better to do,” she said. Jeb needed a friend now more than ever. A small voice inside of her said that it was the same for her. How long had it been since Kylie had made a friend outside of the Jedi order? Jeb started to say something, but he suddenly gripped the steering yoke in both hands. The atmosphere closed in around them, welcoming them back to heat and air. Kylie, forgetting her former stupor, straightened in her seat and fixed her eyes on the viewport, scanning for any Imperial ships. For once, the space around the planet looked clear of any hostile craft. Sharing a bewildered and relieved look, Jeb steered the ship into an empty hangar. They both held their breath as the roof closed in over them, the moments stretching out into silence. “What now?” the both asked in unison, breaking the silence at the same time. Kylie shot a heated look over at Jeb. “You don’t know?” “This is my dad’s part!” he exclaimed, pulling the release on his harness. “You’re the Jedi; what do we do?” Kylie sighed and rubbed a hand over her face. She didn’t mind having control in her hands again after running at the mercy of other people’s hands for so long, but at the moment she was at a loss. “We find someone friendly to the Jedi,” she responded after a moment. She opened her eyes and stood up, heading for the boarding ramp. Jeb followed her out, and they trotted warily down the ramp. Hours seemed to pass as the pair wandered aimlessly around the city. In trying to land outside of the crowded traffic lanes and away from unfriendly eyes, they had managed to stow away in an apparently ancient hangar. A warren of abandoned corridors led to and from their ship. Half of them led to forgotten storage rooms stuffed with rusted pieces of junk that made Jeb shudder. Continuously walking in circles, Kylie’s temples began to throb with dizziness. Worry slowly began to gnaw at Jeb’s mind as he walked along beside the Jedi. He could see her focus flagging, and his eyes flicked to her bandaged arm. How had a Jedi gotten in such bad shape? For that matter, what had they done to deserve to be hunted down like animals? He felt anger flaring up at the idea of running, like he was now, for his very life. Maybe Kylie was right, maybe they should just leave Alderaan and never come back. They were lost as it is, and without a home to go back to it didn’t really matter where they went. His thoughts began to fall into blackness as he thought about that. All alone in the galaxy, hunted like wounded animals, and without a home to look forward to or a hope to hold close. For only a moment, Jeb allowed the pain of losing his father loose. He had stood paralyzed for what felt like hours, unable to move from the sight of his cold body. Carbon scoring had streaked the hold, and worse than blaster bolts was the lingering feel of lightning. Jeb had seen what that horror had done to the Jedi’s friend Cel. After watching over the pain Kylie was going through after being scorched by it, he could only imagine the pain his father had felt before the end; the pain he had endured at the hands of the Sith. Jeb’s hands balled into fists, his eyes out of focus ahead of him, he suddenly felt a hand on his arm. Turning, his eyes beginning to smolder in anger, he fixed the Jedi holding him back with a cold gaze. Kylie stared into his hazel eyes, her own dark blue eyes unblinking. “Don’t, Jeb,” she said quietly, the sorrow Jeb remembered seeing there the first time he had seen her eyes rising to the surface. “Don’t turn to that path. It will only end where it began.” Her words were quiet, but for the first time he could see a shadow of fear in her eyes. Jeb retreated back a step, trying to escape her penetrating gaze. The hate began to slip, threatening to leave him without its iron buffer. “You don’t know what I’ve seen, Jeb,” came the hushed reply. She reached out her arm again, her eyes tearing slightly as the gauze stretched and tightened around her skin. She laid a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to meet her gaze. “I know what it is to love and lose. You saw what happened to Cel. You never saw what happened to the rest of the Jedi.” At her touch, images began to conjure in Jeb’s mind, images of only pain and darkness. The tiniest portion of what Kylie had seen and felt, the loss and pain, seeped into him through her gaze. The murder of her family, the betrayal of her closest friends, and all lit by the ominous glow of crimson red. The callousness Jeb had pulled around himself shattered, pulling the anger away and leaving only grief. With a ragged breath, he finally met Kylie’s eyes. “But why?” he asked weakly, falling back against dusty wall. Tears pricked his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall in front of Kylie. She smiled comfortingly at him, gently rubbing his shoulder. No answer came from her, but Jeb didn’t really expect one. Slowly, she leaned against the wall with him, her face wincing only a fraction as she shifted her arm. She smiled sadly as she stared off into her own visions. Jeb looked up at her, wondering what horrors caused her to always wake with a start in the middle of the night. He remembered seeing her shiver while she lay practically unconscious back on Bespin, quietly trying to call out to those she had lost. Kylie wasn’t tired of running, she was tired of losing. And with every day that past that her arm didn’t heal, she was losing more and more ground to the dark side. Even know she leaned against the wall wearily, still determined to see her hunt through to the end though her body was near to exhaustion. Into his thoughts came the sudden murmur of boots across the dusty floor. Around the corner, he could hear them approaching, closer and closer. Adrenaline shot through his system like wildfire, and his senses strained for the sound of the intruder. The footfalls echoed in his ears as he silently groped forward to try and get Kylie’s lightsaber from her belt. Just as his fingers were about to close around the weapon and the boots were right on top of them, Kylie’s eyes flew open. Her hand jerked to her weapon on instinct, and she spun intuitively on her heel. A moment before her thumb moved over the activation switch, a hand shot out and grabbed her arm. With a cry of pain, she missed the activation switch, and her arm spasmed agonizingly. The man twisted her easily around, clapping a hand over her mouth; the other hand snapped out and snatched Jeb, pulling both of them into a side room. The door slid shut on silent mechanics, locking them in with their captor. Jeb reached his hand back towards the blaster that wasn’t in his pocket anymore. The man suddenly turned his grey eyes on him from beneath a coarse brown hood, quickly silencing him. Kylie’s eyes went wide over his hand. From behind the door came the sound of boots, each stride in perfect conformity with the next. Jeb’s eyes went wide next, his mouth forming the words clone troopers. The footfalls fell silent outside the door. “I heard something down here,” said a crackled voice over a comm unit. The man behind Kylie plied his hand from her mouth and waved it in the direction of the door. Jeb frowned in confusion before the static reply came. “We don’t need to check in there; no one ever comes down here.” With a small smirk, the man waved his hand again. “Probably just some rats,” the trooper added before the sound of boots picked up and gradually faded away. Waiting for even the echoes to disperse, Kylie gave a relieved sigh; Jeb’s shoulders sagged as he echoed it. “Master Salfom, you just saved out sorry necks. Thank you.” Jeb straightened and stared at the man in surprise. “You’re a Jedi? How did you get here?” The Master, however, ignored Jeb’s words and abruptly spun Kylie around. “Are you giving this boy nightmares, Jinn? Because I’ve been waking in a cold sweat for three days now.” Kylie gaped at him for a moment before she found her voice. “Master Salfom, you’re the only person I’ve ever heard of that got nightmares because of mine.” She looked up at him curiously, rubbing her arm gently. Shooting a questioning glance over her shoulder, Jeb shook his head. Master Salfom sighed and raked a hand back through his short cropped hair. “What’s happened that made you drop your shields like that? You and I have been in the Temple for nearly twenty years, and I haven’t had a nightmare ever since you became a Knight.” Kylie averted her eyes. “You’ve seen it,” she said quietly. Her dark blue eyes flicked up to meet the older Jedi’s grey ones. “I can’t forget about it. And after my arm, I can’t seem to keep a hold on my shields.” “Those eyes are starting to watch me when I’m awake,” he said, reaching out to inspect her arm. He carefully began unwinding the bandages as he went on. “I can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to-“ “Um, excuse me,” Jeb interrupted. The two Jedi glanced over at him, Kylie’s face turning into a wordless apology. He waved it off and fixed Salfom with a serious scowl. “How long have you been here? And what nightmares are you two going on about?” After a moment, he thought to add, “And my name is Jeb.” Salfom crumpled the wad of bandages in his hand and appraised Jeb for the first time. He almost began to shift under that raptor gaze, but he forced himself to straighten and meet the Master’s eyes. He finally smiled. “I can see you’re a noble man, Jeb, helping the Jedi like this. There aren’t enough people like you left in the galaxy.” He waited another minute, sizing him up. “I’ve been here for about two weeks now, waiting. I was planning to leave the planet a few days ago, but then my nights became rather restless.” Color brushed Kylie’s cheeks. Jeb opened his mouth to ask her what he was talking about when she beat him to it. “I have visions, Jeb,” she said quietly, tucking her arms into the opposite sleeves of her dark cloak. “When I was little, I was only beginning to learn how to use the gift, and Master Salfom was receiving residual effects of the visions. He helped me learn how to build my shields up so that the nightmares wouldn’t bother either of us as much. Lately, though, my dreams have been growing darker, and now my shields are falling down. I’m too tired to keep them up. I just can’t get it out of my thoughts.” “Anakin,” Jeb said, and both of the Jedi glanced up at him in surprise. “You…you sometimes talked in your sleep back on Bespin,” he said to her bewildered expression. Master Salfom seemed to look at him in a new light, judging him all over again. “Smart boy,” he muttered. “We have to get moving, though. The Sith are still following you, and I think they’re getting closer. Kylie’s eyes shimmered with expectation. “Then let him come,” she whispered quietly. Her fingers curled into fists that slowly turned her knuckles white. “I won’t give him up, even after all that. He can still-“ Her eyes suddenly registered the look on Master Salfom’s face, and her words faded away. “What is it?” “I’m surprised you haven’t seen it in your dreams yet, Kylie,” he muttered quietly. “Worse things have happened since you left the Temple.” The young woman blanched, and while Jeb wasn’t quite sure what had happened at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he had heard rumors of how the purge of the legendary Order had begun. Whatever the Master was talking about now must have been apocalyptic to bring that haunted look to Kylie’s face. “What has he done?” -----signature----- "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--" -Matthew Stover Oh continuity: a joy and a curse...well, maybe more of the latter.
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lazykbys_left Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 5/29/05 9:17am Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun! - Date Edited: 6/3/05 7:32am (1 edits total) Edited By: lazykbys_left
	They were lost as it is, and without a home to go back to it didn't really matter where they went. Great post, Kylie! Loved your portrayal of Jeb's despair. "What has he done?" . . . and this may be my cue to leave this RR before the spoilers begin. - lazy EDIT: What's a "que"? -----signature----- "You're like some kind of link machine." - rhonderoo It didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done. DARK SIDE FHTAGN lazykbys fanfic index (click and scroll dowwwn): http://boards.theforce.net/m/b1/17609715/r17736763
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Kylie_Jinn Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 5:12pm Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - SPOILER FREE until May 23rd! Join the fun!
	thanx! I've been working on trying to portray emotions more since it's something I'm lacking in, and I appreciate the comment! grinz wickedly Oh, death to spoilers before you've seen the flick, but I can't help but use them now! DOn't run away, I don't even have anything really in mind for another post! -----signature----- "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--" -Matthew Stover Oh continuity: a joy and a curse...well, maybe more of the latter.
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lazykbys_left Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 6/3/05 7:39am Subject: RE: Sanctuary - Jedi Purges Round Robin - doesn't have to be spoiler-free any more!
	enters cautiously, ready to flee at a moment's notice What, no spoilers yet? I'm not sure whether I'm more relieved or disappointed. Upping this thread in hopes that it will catch someone's eye. - lazy -----signature----- "You're like some kind of link machine." - rhonderoo It didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done. DARK SIDE FHTAGN lazykbys fanfic index (click and scroll dowwwn): http://boards.theforce.net/m/b1/17609715/r17736763
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