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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/20 2:30pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/20 2:32pm (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Achilles Darkeyes LOCATION: Paladin corridors and bridge "Thank you, sir," said Hill feeling quit grown up and responsible. "Psst," can a small signal from the doorway of the Jedi clan's berth. Hill waved the other younglings back, while a Padawan looked out. "I'm going to ask my fa," he stopped, remembering the instructions of his mother, Master Shuri and corrected, "General Darkeyes and will return... pr...presently," he said with a slight hint of pride. He looked up to the petty officer and said, in his best mannered mimicking Master Kenobi or the late Master Kildarney and bowing, "Lead on, Mr....ahem... Cooley." Hill looked all about taking in the 'feel' of the ship, the life, the hustle and the focus with which the ship seemed full. It was exciting and he thought to himself that he liked it, barely aware of the big open smile on his face as he entered the gleaming white circular bridge full of crew and officer, a dark-haired man, big and sturdy taking up more space than his mass would at first seem to require! That was Hill's father, alright! Before the crewman who kindly if somewhat absently escorted Hill could point him out, Hill stepped, well, rather ran to the General's side and looked up in admiringly, "Hello, ... sir!" TAG: General Darkeyes, Admirals Ackbar and Fidelis -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/20 2:46pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian, PO Cooley Location: Bridge of the Paladin "Hello, ... sir!" Turning around to look at who was talking to him, Torian glanced down to find his son standing at his side. “Well, hello there young Padawan!” Cooley didn’t even realize that Achilles had made his way to his father. The Christmas tree of lights flickering on and off began to mesmerize the last remaining brain cells he had left in the noggin. Forgetting to salute, “General, this boy was looking for you.” Torian frowned at the petty officer. “Yes and he has found me. Thank you. Your dismissed PO Cooley.” Finally saluting, “Thank you sir.” As the man walked away, Torian looked at his son, “I think that man has breathed too many exhaust fumes, I think.” He winked at his son as the man walked away talking to himself. He kneeled down, “What’s up son?” TAG: Achilles -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC I Never Make Mistakes, I thought I Did Once, But I Was Mistaken Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/20 3:04pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OCC- A Gm request, when you guys start sending your Character Sheets in please don't send them all to Pash. Let not give our over worked Gm more work then she already has, soplease send some to myself as well, by all means send her some but lets share the work load shall we and we can make the jump into GAW 4 as smooth as we can Also Thanks to Pash for the imp officer in the Freddy post. Ic Fredrick Kruggerlim Location The Executor As Kruggerlim lay there face first upon his bed he was mere moments away from that almost magic like place before Fredrick's dreams came to visit him, perhaps dreams was too nice of a word they were more like nightmares. The lights in the small cabin had been turned down to almost a flicker and sleep was but moments away. And then it began. The ear splitting sound of klaxon's and alarms setting off killed what ever hope Fredrick had of falling asleep and then almost as sudden the doors of his cabin slid open and before he could lift his head up to see whom it was had entered the room then th\t person was barking orders at him. "Get up you lazy bum," said the stocky Imperial trooper. "You've been called up. Orders," he said trusting a disc before Kruggerlem's supine face where he lay face squooshed in his pillow. "You're to 'gear-up' and present yourself in the main hangar and prepare to drop with his Imperial Excellency, Lord Vader. You've got 15 minutes. Shall I ring room service," he finished snidely and then kicking the bed again, stood erect and said over his shoulder, Your Ledaren said I was to give you a rounding if you gave me gaff. I'll be back in ten, you be ready!:" With that he exited the room, his thick legs pumping as the burly man darkened the doorway and disappeared down the corridor, red lights flashing and klaxo Just as Fredrick finally looked up the officer was gone but still the alarms kept on ringing out leaving the Ursean with a profound and pounding head ache. It took a few moment for Kruggerlim to raise himself from his bed but once he had it took the KIG operative no time at all to gather his belongings, Fredrick carried with him a case that carried all sorts of various explosives and then was small steel brief case which carried his most prized weapon. The glove. Once Fredrick was sure he had with him everything with him that he may need for what ever operation the Re might need him for. As he started on the slow journey down to the hanger bay a small thin smile started to form on Kruggerlims lips, this was it it really was going to be the end of the ville and greedy C.I.S. The thought of avenging those loved ones he had lost when they had all but wiped out Jupe and the family he had once had. Once in the huge sprawling hanger bay of the Re own personal Star Destroyer Fredrick noticed that even with the hue amount of activity there seemed to be a huge air of focus and determination to finally bring this war to an end. From the lowest hanger operative to the clone troopers there seemed to be a definite vibe that this was going to a great day for freedom. With that thought in mind Fredrick found him self a small space to set down his gear and await his orders Tag Anyone around, Lord Vader Ic Jorus C'baoth Location The Jedi Haven Denni's silver blade was all over him, driving him backwards. Jorus found himself presently surprised by his Padawans skill with a blade, she had surpassed all of his expectations but it was time to end this trial. C'baoth was surprised at just how much of the force he was calling upon during this fight, deep down he knew it was a combination of his own rust with a blade and the wound that was on his thiegh but knowing all of this still didn't do anything to quell the bad feeling he was having. And still Denni kept on coming, as the Padawan came over with an over handed right handed slice the Jedi master steped under the out side the blade's reach to give himself some much needed breathing space and at the same time he managed to readjust his own footing. Now back on an even footing the Jedi master now set about ending this trial, as soon as Denni realized just how far she had missed with her strike he quickly whipped the silver blade back around which C'boath caught on his own emerald blade. C'baoth kept the sliver blade locked with his and he had now managed to turn the duel into battle of strength and there was only going to be one winner in this battle. Slowly the master started to push the blades forward towards Denni and then with a quick flick of his wrist Jorus span out the silver blade out and then with another flick of his wrist and a small exertion through the force he managed to pull the hilt from Denni's grasp. As the hilt flew across the sparring room C'baoth quickly shut down his own glowing blade and then offered his Padawan a respectful bow. “You have done well Denni” C'baoth said his voice betraying none of the ache his body now felt “you have done well, in one standard hour I request your presence in my chambers” And with that C'baoth turned and left the sparring room, once Fredrick was sure he was away from prying eye the Jedi master let out a huge sigh and found himself slumped against the wall outside his chambers quickly righting himself, Jorus quickly entered his room and then fell to the floor into the mediative healing trance that all Jedi knew. After a few moments C'baoth reached out through the force to another the other remaining Jedi master who was on board the Haven. Brother Hett, I request your presence in my chambers. I need you to help me over see Denni Sunwalker's passage into knighthood Tag Denni, Brother Hett IC Luke Skywalker Location The Paladin Master and apprentice had been in there quarters for a short while and both had settled into the traditional Jedi meditation stance, the pair sat side by side in perfect harmony. It was only when the chime of the chamber rang out was Luke concentration broken. The young boy's eye darted around the small room and he saw the Obi Wan had not even flinched at the sound of the door or at the fact someone was stood outside. Luke jumped to his feet and opened the doors and the young boy was presently surprised to find that it was Cpt Darklight whom was stood outside. “Cpt Bigg's how may I help you?” Luke asked. Tag Bigg's, Obi Wan -----signature----- co=owner of the jtc and jtc master Proud master of Jacen Wayland Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy of war Luke Skywalker son of the Suns
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/20 3:10pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Hill Darkeyes, Jedi Padawan LOCATION: bridge of the Paladin Looking after the addle-minded man, Hill said, "He might get lost. Maybe he needs some oxygen!" He turned back to smile at his father. "It was very noisy just now and some... of the other younglings," he explained, "were wondering what was happening." Hill was intrigued by the bridge, by the officers and looked out of the view ports to the gleaming marble-like globe before them, "Please, sir, where are we? Are we going down there? Is this your ship," asked Hill, one question after another finally addressing Admiral Ackbar and then looking to pale face of Admiral Fidelis questioningly and instictively putting his arms about his father's neck, pulling himself in closer. His will exuded and unspoken as he wished to see the view from up high along with the adults. TAG: Torian, Gavin, Ackbar, bridge -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/20 3:14pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/20 3:26pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Ominous
	master-of-les-pauls posted: OCC- A Gm request, when you guys start sending your Character Sheets in please don't send them all to Pash. Let not give our over worked Gm more work then she already has, soplease send some to myself as well, by all means send her some but lets share the work load shall we and we can make the jump into GAW 4 as smooth as we can Brown-COUGH!-noser-COUGH! -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC I Never Make Mistakes, I thought I Did Once, But I Was Mistaken Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/20 4:02pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian Location: Paladin Bridge He picked his son up in his arms and carried him over to the large viewport. The vastness of space was laid out before them with Hoth in view. "We just came out into an asteroid field, but the ship is fine." Many of the crew members looked at the tough and often harsh General carry around a boy in his arm showing him the bridge. Some of the female crew members began to giggle. The only thing that Torian ever holds his a blaster. "It's okay son, you can call me Dad here. No one minds." Rhor looked at the boy and nodded in agreement. TAG: Achilles Adm. Ackbar and Fidelis -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC I Never Make Mistakes, I thought I Did Once, But I Was Mistaken Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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LadyZaraMarta Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 5/20 4:13pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Omi posted: The Christmas tree of lights flickering on and off began to mesmerize the last remaining brain cells he had left in the noggin. Quoting Sabe: "What are Christmas lights?"
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Darth_Elu Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 5/20 4:22pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Gm Approved Character Sheet Name: Amaraih Starkiller –Age: 22 [Began training under Vader at age 18] —Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: Brown ------Hair Color and Style: Brown and Cut very short -------Skin Complexion: White --------Clothing: Here is a Picture of Him ---------Physique: Trim, tall, aquiline nose, deep brow, medium set eyes, light eyebrows, defined jaw, high cheek bones ----------Personality: Tormented, Confident, Loyal to those who earn it, Sly when he needs to be -----------Quirks: From time to time a haunted expression will come over his face and his mood will change dramatically for a while ------------Force Sensitive: Yes Personal Ship -Name: N/A –Class: N/A —Exterior Description: N/A ----Interior Description: N/A -----Weapon Systems: N/A ------Crew Compliment: 0 -------Hyperspace Capability: N/A --------Misc. Specs: None as he does not have a personal ship, his last one was destroyed in a solo mission of his. Biography -Brief History: Amaraih Starkiller is a man that has lived through a lot in his [color=red]young life. The son of ex-Jedi parents, Kavalad, he was born and lived on Jupe till his parents disappear mysteriously in the night, and “relatives” replaced them. Abusive and without censure in the rural family farm, he was made to shoulder work meant for adults and made to sleep in the outbuildings. It was in such times he learned of his own Force sensitivity. His relatives in great contrast to the care of his parents used their abilities to taunt and humiliate the boy, subjecting him to cruel torture. Amaraih had come to his breaking point when these “relatives” were found also to have mysteriously disappeared the day Grievous began his bombardment of the “breadbasket planet that was Amaraih’s home. Mistrustful and wounded by debris and radiation, Amaraih did not leave the beleaguered planet and was one of many of the lost refugees, casualties of the galactic war. Though, Ursa’s efforts to resettle the victims of Grievous’ bombardment were massive. Amaraih “fell through the cracks.” Orphaned and certain of the cruelty of beings, he lived hand to mouth and had to contend with the wave of no-accounts and miscreants that always seem to flood such situations of devastation, the infrastructure of society broken. Used and abused by all who could control the boy, he was wary of his own shadow, furthering the scars of his already tragic life. Yet, Jupe did bud with green again, bit by small bit, and Amaraih, catching the holos in dilapidated taverns and dives, looked to the images of Ursa whole and strong. In spite of his miserable existence or perhaps because of it, he identified with and loved his homeworld. Still, he determined to escape the devastation and while trying to stowaway on an over laden freighter with a small rag tag band of refugees, he was discovered by Quinlan Vos. Sensing the boys strong potential and taken by the childs fortitude and “spit,” Vos took him to Kiffu, where he trained the boy in the Force and as a guardian. Though the Chieftain carried affection for the boy, Amaraih could not be tamed to trust during the difficult and brutal paces of Vos’ commandos. While under Quinlan Vos’ eye, he met the woman named Amurle’ah, a half Zeltron and fell in love with her though unable to give expression to his feelings and his love was unrequited. Amurle’ah, herself a ‘rescued’ urchin was deadly and cunning and herself kept a cold veneer and used her wiles to gain their Lord’s favor. Both Amurle’ah and Amaraih trained hard under Vos and eventually survived to take their final trials. Sensing the boy’s potential in the Force, Amurle’ah waited. On Korriban, Amaraih and a group of promising guardians were given a task to survive the tombs in the Valley of the Dead. Lying in wait, only Amurle’ and Amaraih having survived the deadly course, the woman triggered a ancient trap, collapsing the interior of a tomb, hydraulically driven spikes and stone imprisoning Starkiller! His signature wavering and blanketed by the dark side, he was left for dead, Amurle’ah escaping. Trapped but determined, using the Force and drawing on the dark though he did not really understand it, the dark side ever a vacuum ready to pull in any who would draw upon it, he survived. In the dark and dank labyrinth of Korriban, he ate of the vile creatures there, though they turned his stomach and drank water from the fetid moss cloyed pools of black water and vowed vengeance. Finally finding he was about the maze of corridors and traps, Amaraih found what he knew to be an exit, over his months of imprisonment learning the glyphs and runes, reading the signs and through trial and error making his way to a blocked gateway. Drawing upon the force, he finally reached deep and in an awesome display of his natural Force connection, he burst through the stone doors, sensing the relative nearness of a passing ship he summoned it, one he’d seen in a dream, a ‘saving’ ship. Found spent, a storm blowing, the dark pilot took Amaraih along with a sarcophagus from the tomb. The shadow figure’s face seemed familiar, somehow ‘fitting!’ Brought back to Kavala in Ursa, he was nearly home, when to his shock he was brought before the Kiffu. In a wrathful fit he lashed out, at Quinlan only to be subdued by his ‘savior.’ After the misunderstanding was explained away, Amaraih learned of Amurle’ah’s further betrayal. “He could serve…Yes, my Lord. He is after all, the best of my guardians, but he is better suited to working alone than as part of my guard. He is … difficult,” was all Vos said and soon under the considered eye of the man whose name he had not known, he was conveyed unto the greatest trials yet, his apprenticeship to the Re of Ursa, Anakin, Lord Darth Vader! --Military History: Guardian Training, Kavalad Operative for a brief span, and now Sith Apprentice under Lord Vader ---Traumatic Experiences: Look at his biography, it’ll tell you all you need to know -Lightsaber Blade Color: Red --Lightsaber Type: Single ---Hilt Description: A simple cylinder shape basically...had a picture, but it didn't work -----signature----- Brittnee My love, my life E-married to the love of my life! "Ichigo! Come out and fight me, you *******!" Master to Yukari_Nahashi I am Death: RIP George Carlin
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LadyZaraMarta Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 5/20 6:36pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC Hannes Vanepp aka Captain Palgg Wash & : Butler Favo (Minster Orroz) Vanepp’s room Bandomeer Butler Favo the former Jedi pandawan, now calling himself Minster Orroz leaned back in the chair, bottle of ale in hand, an watched as Hannes Vanepp transformed himself into a personage he called Captain Palgg Wash. “Why are you doing this? Why are you going to such lengths as to disguise yourself in this manner?” Favo’s eyes wandered over to the bed, where Vanepp had laid out the remainder of his wardrobe, a scarlet tunic with flared sleeves, an embroidered purple and gold vest, the gold stitchery worked to resemble a delicate flower known as a pumpernil .and a black three sided hat. Hannes continued applying the short straggly beard. He no longer had to apply a mustache, for while he was on Ursa he had grown his own. “I am a frustrated actor- my career thwarted. Therefore I have branched out in other paths to express my creativity. I’m fairly good at creating little clever inventions, I enjoy flying, I’m damn fine at cards an I also discovered while I was with the ARR I had a knack in depriving the wealthy and the Empire of their ill gotten wealth. I was commissioned a privateer by Chancellor Elect Amidala, and that’s how in the beginning the ARR was funded – by my little raids. If I’m going to help bring about the end of the Empire, I’m going to have fun doing it! Look at you! Minster Orroz…” snorted Hannes. Satisfied that the beard was firmly affixed to his chin, he turned and slipped on the red tunic which matched the red pants he wore. Earlier, Vanepp had donned Nerf hide black boots which came up to his calves. “You’ve become a religious to persuade people out of their hard earned credits to finance Sabe’s resistance group.” Ah – there you are mistaken!” Favo took a swig of the ale. “The credits I earn in my ministry go right back to the local economy! We finance schools, an health clinics ,here on Bandomeer for those who cannot afford such necessities! We are winning the hearts and minds of the people!” “The hearts and minds…its going to take a long time to do that, former padawan Favo.” Vanepp slid on the vest. “The Empire wasn’t built in a day, neither is it going to be defeated in a day.” “The Empire! Here’s another reason why I don these clothes. Clothes made the person! Would anyone give ole Prune Face the time of day if he didn’t dressed the way he did in those long dark robes?” “Have you seen Palpatine lately? His face no longer looks like the canyons of Tatoonine.” “ There are surgeons on Coruscant who can make anyone look good – but it doesn’t last. Look at Darth Vader dressed all in black! Would anyone fear him if he dressed all in – pink??? Favo made a face and then guffawed. “No, I see your point.” “When I put on these clothes it helps me assume the persona of Captain Palgg Wash, the dashing, daring, brave, handsome,…..” “I get the idea, and you aren’t any of that!” Vanepp placed the hat upon his head and looked in the mirror, hands on hips. Gone was Hannes Vanepp- before him stood the adventurous privateer. “Where have you been Capt’n Wash? I missed ye!” To Be Continued…
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Xaverri-The-Magician Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/21 4:01am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Wedge Antilles - Booster Terrik - Mirax Terrik(NPC) Ralla Wedge was lying down on the bed, staring at the gray ceiling just visible in the dark room and trying hard not to think about anything. Six days of being totally alone for almost the entire time, and only interacting with CorSec, which didn't quite equal human contact, and then suddenly the Terriks, and then all of Ralla... he was exhausted. And he was also keyed up, because everything he'd heard over the last two days indicated that if anybody knew anything, that somebody would be at Haspi's ... and Haspi's opened in the morning. He was trying to stop thinking about it, because he was driving himself crazy with it. Nobody would be there, because nobody would know anything. Ever. They'd never find out. Or people would know, but they'd lie. Or they'd tell the truth, and it would be.... unthinkable. The Diktat. Or CorSec. Or some Grand Moff. Or The Black Sun. Or some demented relative... Stop it. Wedge rolled over and stared at the wall instead. It was no more soporific than the ceiling. Or worse, maybe worst, they'd be at Haspi's themselves and ... what? Exactly what would you do? Freeze? Not freeze? Get yourself killed. Not get killed. And then what?... Stop it. He rolled over to look at the other wall. That was no better. Get Booster killed. That'd be just about routine. The door swung open and Mirax said, "Good, you are awake." He sat up. "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to talk," she said, sitting down on the bed. He pulled his knees, under the blanket, up to his chest and hugged them, looking at her sideways. "What about?" "What's wrong?" she looked at him, her eyes even darker in the dim light and with her concern. Oh, no. "Nothing," he said, as lightly as possible. "Oh, don't give me that. This is Mirax, not that blonde at Iriodana. I know you better than that. What's wrong?" He turned away, putting his back to her. "I'm an orphan," he said sharply. "Isn't that enough?" "Yes, it is," she said, refusing to take offense. "It's way more than enough. So tell me what else is wrong and maybe we can fix it, and leave you with just the inescapable." He was silent. Maybe she'd just go away. Instead, she sighed softly and shifted slightly. "You're mad at me because I mentioned Layra. Is that it? Because we could go to Iriodana..." "No," he said, unable to leave that alone. "It's not... if I never see Layra again, it'll be okay." "Did you two have a fight?" "No." "Because maybe I could help you figure out how to make up with her." "Mirax," he said, almost exasperatedly, "there was no 'us two'. There was me. And her. And Pak Heron. Of the Port Authority Herons." "Oh." She was quiet for another moment. "It was Iriodana, wasn't it? Father told me you were there when it happened." "And he probably told you I wasn't supposed to be," Wedge's irritation faded. It wasn't her fault. "And he was right if he did. I wasn't." "Wedge—" "It's all right," he said shortly. He still didn't look at her. Maybe she'd go away. Please. She didn't. Instead, she sighed again. "Wedge, believe me when I say this, because I'm right. I know. It's not a guess. I know. When Mrendy died, she was thanking Sathembi that you were at Iriodana. Grey, too." "Mirax—" "I know it." "All right. You're right. Everyone's right. I'd have just got myself killed, too. Would that have been so bad?" His voice hurt his throat, but he added, "It might have been easier all around." After a long moment, she said, "Wedge, please don't push me away. You don't have to carry this alone. Tell me what it is, we can help. We love you and I know you feel alone, but you're not. Not while you've got us." "You, maybe," he said and immediately wished he could resist Mirax better. "And what's that supposed to mean?" she said gently. What it meant was, he was in Booster's way. He didn't know Booster all that well, really; the smuggler had been around a lot, but not for very long at a time, and, of course, he and Wedge were anything but peers. Booster had always been pleasant, no, not that exactly. Not really affectionate... maybe, maybe avuncular, in the dictionary sense. The only uncle Wedge knew about, great-uncle really, hadn't approved of his nephew's marriage, hadn't ever had anything to do with them, had never so much as written a line, so Wedge's private definition of avuncular was cold, sanctimonious, and unforgiving. But Booster had been, well, all right to have around. He'd been Mirax's beloved father, his own parents' best friend, and he'd brought Wedge the odd outrageous present and told the two children stories on occasion. They'd gotten along, and Wedge had been fond of the older man. And then he'd seen him as a refuge, someone to turn to, someone to make the decisions. And it was pretty clear Booster didn't want to be that. Wedge sighed heavily. "Come on, Wedge," Mirax said. "Talk to me. Whatever it is, you'll feel better if you say it, you know you will. Don't hurt more than you have to, sweetheart." Someday he'd learn to just give in at the beginning. "I'm in your way," he said. "What?" She sounded puzzled. "Wedge, what do you mean, in my way?" "No, your way, both of your way. You have lives, your own lives, and I'm in the way." "Wedge," she said, "you're in our life. You always have been." He unwrapped his arms from around his knees and put his head in his hands. "Your father's putting up with me," he said, "and I'm—" He stopped, because even he hadn't been able to convince himself that Booster wouldn't go after Mrendy and Grey's killers whether Wedge were with him or not. Mirax didn't wait for him to finish, anyway. Her voice was still soft, but a little edge had crept into it. "We don't put up with you. You're not something we have to put up with. You're like part of the family, Wedge, you're like my brother." "Like I said, you, maybe," he repeated. "My father wants you." "I don't think so," he whispered, and wished he hadn't. Mirax was quiet for a minute, and he found himself filling the silence. "Booster's different. He's ... he's..." "Grieving," said Mirax, and Wedge fell silent. "Father's grieving. He doesn't do it well, just like he doesn't do love-out-loud well, but he does it. And he does it by himself, that's how he is, he doesn't talk... He left me with you all after Mother died because he didn't know how to deal with me. I remember, he'd go days without mentioning her, and then days without saying anything at all." She took a deep breath. "He's grieving, because he really loved your parents. We both did. And if he's awkward with you, it's because, well, you make him think of them. That doesn't mean he doesn't want you around, it just means he's ..." she sighed. When she spoke again, her voice was soft and sorrowful. "He knew Mrendy a long time, they were close... I know how he feels, because I felt like just like that, when I thought you were dead." Something seemed to shift inside Wedge. It was as though he'd been wrapped up in something, and suddenly he could see again. He turned around and looked at the dark-haired girl sitting next to him, really looked at her. "Ah, Mirax, I'm sorry," he said. "I haven't thought ... you loved them, they loved you. Mom said you were like a daughter..." She swallowed hard, biting her lip, and her eyes, black in the dim room, shone with tears. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, "I've just been taking, and taking, and not thinking at all—" he reached for her shoulders and pulled her against him. "I'm so sorry," he said against her black hair, and she suddenly collapsed in his arms, holding onto him desperately, her tears warm against his skin. "I'm sorry, Mirax. I haven't thought, I haven't said... they loved you." He stroked her hair and felt her leaning on him. "They loved you, and I love you, and I was selfish. I wanted to keep my pain away from you. I never thought that meant I was leaving you alone with yours. I'm sorry, Mirax." He rested his cheek against her head and said, very softly, "Mom and Dad wouldn't have been at all happy. But I'm back. We'll work it through together." Mrendy's comfort-words came unbidden to him even as his own tears began. "It's not so terrible; we'll get through it." To be continued.... -----signature----- There Are Alternatives to Fighting Your Eyes Can Decieve You, Don't Trust Them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-e1tM-q9pCw
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/21 8:41am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/21 8:48am (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Hill LOCATION: The best seat on the bridge of the Paladin! Happily, as hoped for, his father picked him up. The little Jedi beamed. "Just asteroids! That's all," said Hill with a shrug and a wave of his little hand, aping his father's dismissal of the notion of any peril, his little voice rising slightly as if he were then addressing one of the other younglings, which in fact, he was. - Back in the cabin,the message received and greeted with sighs, the younglings and Padawans spoke with more verve and began to laugh quietly as they returned to their bunks or sat cross-legged in effort to follow the way they'd been taught. Hill's other hand tucked around his father's strong neck and he looked out in awe at the sight before him the black stretching out in a near opaqueness, pinpricks of flat light in the distance, so many in some areas, the black gained depth by the clouded veil the lights made. Otherwise, the black might have seemed suffocating, dense, and heavy. In the foreground, the chalky white orb seemed to hang motionless. He'd seen holos of space in his studies, the same ones over and over when at the Jedi Temple, Ischiuto on Dagobah, but here it was before his eyes - open space! It was "large!" That's how it felt to him, "large" and yet, "close" all at once. There was giggling behind them and Achilles looked over his shoulder, surveying the bridge crew confused, his bowed lips open in query. Whatever his capacity as a Force adept, he was still a youngling. His naivete and openess quite apparent in his round cherubic features just now giving a glimpse of the form they would take as a man. "It's okay son, you can call me Dad here. No one minds." The man who had introduced himself as 'Sergeant Rhor' aboard the Haven looked at Hill kindly and nodded in agreement. Hill's open regard took in his father's gaze and the boys confusion turned to a big smile. For some reason, his heart swelled, happy at last to declare the kinship he shared with this larger than life man. "D..Dad, ...sir," repeated Hill, who threw his little arms around his father's neck, squeezing as tightly as it was somehow difficult to allow the affection. Even at this tender age, the younglings understood love and that theirs was to be a distant compassion. His booted legs clasped his father's massive chest, only reaching around to his sides, Hills cream colored Jedi robes, a great contrast to the General's dark complexion and the youngling nestled his head in close against his father's face, his mop of black curls soft against that rugged cheek. It would be difficult to put in words the pang of this embrace that filled him to the brim! In spite of their long seperations and in spite of Jedi doctrine, Hill understood deep down the nature of father and son, the value, and scent, the power and even if the very un-Jedi like sense of pride overwhelmed him, it was good to be in his father's care! Nothing would ever compare to that! "Are we going there,...Dad," asked Hill after a moment of plain old basking! "Is that your home?" TAG: Torian, Adm. Ackbar and Fidelis -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/21 9:00am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/21 9:09am (3 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	IC: Biggs Darklighter Location: the Paladin, Hoth System Biggs was expecting to see a raucous show of Jedi expediency by the two Jedi who were due to leave the ship momentarily, certainly enticed to action by the recent jolts from the asteroids, instead he was treated to a young Padawan, almost looking surprised by the intrusion to their door, his Master imperturbably meditating in a seated position. “Cpt Bigg's how may I help you?” the little scamp asked him as if he figured Biggs was paying him a social visit. “Ummmm….your Master spoke to you, didn’t he?” he began in an almost secretive hushed tone, somehow afraid to break the meditative state of the elder Jedi. “You do know you guys are leaving the Paladin and making for, well, somewhere else,” he continued quietly, now not only for the benefit of the meditating Master Jedi but just in case someone else was within earshot. He was also a little concerned that the elder Jedi hadn’t talked with his young apprentice; however, they had arrived and if he hadn’t then he needed to know immediately. “We’ve arrived at the Hoth system….,” he said with a nod of the head, this time loud enough so that Master Kenobi would be certain to be shaken from his reverie. “It’s time,” he announced a bit more glumly as the realization that the two would be leaving shortly. Who knew when he would see them again, he mused gravely as his shoulders drooped and he sighed. TAG: Luke, Master Kenobi ***** IC: Nashtah Location: the Paladin For the first time in over a decade, she slept an unfettered slumber. It was said that bounty hunters slept with one eye open and certainly, that could be said for her. She had made many enemies over the years and due to the many illegal jobs that she had performed as a bounty hunter and her acts of violence that she had perpetrated, the law never seemed to be far behind either. The jolt from the asteroid rocked her bed causing her to open her eyes slowly, however, so comfortable was she that she remained in a half-dream state until her ears were hit by discomfiture of another: “Ouch!” Instinctively, her bounty hunter instincts went into overdrive as her brain and her heart began to race. In a fluid cat-like motion, she jumped out of the bunk she was prostrate in, and landed on the floor in a crouched, defensive position. Her hands, out of instinct, went to her sides where her blaster and lightsaber would have been were she armed. Finding nothing to defend herself with, her mind began to scan the room….she was no longer a bounty hunter, no longer was she Aurra Sing. It took only a moment for her mind to clear itself of the cobwebs and as she scanned the small room, the soft ruminations of the nearby Andur made her recall exactly where she was. Standing up slowly, she relaxed her shoulders and sensed the figure of Master del Jinn on the ground next to her bed where he had been guarding her fragile state. “Master Jinn,” she exclaimed with concern as the thuds of the asteroids finally began to lessen much to her relief. She had sensed their location and could feel the ship was speedily making its distance from the larger, more dangerous ones. “Are you all right,” she asked with concern though she could sense his physical state was mostly unperturbed. There was some concern on his mind, but was it in reaction to her response to the awakening, or was he concerned about the asteroids? She briskly took some steps toward the Master and held her hand out to help him up, all this in the darkened room with only a red light flashing its warning. She would need to unlearn what she had learned as a bounty hunter, she surmised, to become a proper Jedi. TAG: Andur OOC: Admiral Ackbar post and Jabba joint post with MOE coming shortly as well. Also, hopefully Captain Kelsey/Magris Quill joint post (with MOE again) due shortly. Thank you MOE for your patience. -----signature----- Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC) ***Palmam qui meruit ferat**** USC Trojans - 2008 Rose Bowl Champs and CFB Team of the Decade
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/21 9:28am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian, Rhor Location: Bridge of the Paladin "Are we going there,...Dad," asked Hill after a moment of plain old basking! "Is that your home?" Rhor shivered at the thought of living on the ice cube but was relieved to here Torian answer his son. “No. Right now we don’t know what’s down there. Our home is more tropical. I think you’ll like it. There are lots of trees to climb and places to get in trouble in.” He stressed the our in his sentence. Torian continued to carry his son around the bridge as crewmembers watched with one eye while the other was on the sensors. Turning to a crewmember at her computer, “Any feedback on the planet yet.” She looked up in surprise, “Well…uh…temperatures have been recorded. The average temperature we're getting is -61ºC.” She said it nonchalantly. Rhor’s hair stood up on the back of his neck and arms. “Damn that’s cold.” Torian laughed at his sergeant. The man preferred warmer temperatures. Looking at his chrono he told his son, “You should be getting back to bed or your mom is going to kill me. Come on, I’ll take you back.” TAG: Achilles -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC I Never Make Mistakes, I thought I Did Once, But I Was Mistaken Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/21 10:34am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/21 10:36am (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Achilles LOCATION: Bridge of the Paladin “Well…uh…temperatures have been recorded. The average temperature we're getting is -61ºC.” She said it nonchalantly. Sergeant Rhor shivered as Hill looked to him feeling a sense of special camaraderie and nodding in agreement, shivering too. “Damn that’s cold.” exclaimed Rhor. The youngling glanced down at the woman and smiled to be among the 'informed,' sitting as he was in Torian's arms. His father laughed at the Sergeant and before the words came out of the General's mouth, Hill's expression changed to one of disappointment. “You should be getting back to bed or your mom is going to kill me. Come on, I’ll take you back.” Hill could stay for hours in spite of the yawn he suppressed at the suggestion of sleep and Hill piped up brightly, "I feel so rested already. It would be ... informative to watch everyone at work," he offered hopefully and then bowing his little head a bit, he said, "I suppose ... you are correct, but we could spend some more time together later, couldn't we? When we return to ... home, our home," he said tentatively and then with more fervor as Torian strode across the bridge to the corridor beyond, "you and I could climb some of those trees of which you spoke. We could build a ... a dojo, a meditation roost. That would be great! Could I invite Seti clan ... well not all of them all at once! That would be a pretty big roost," he said enthusiastically, "Dad... how long before we get there? Will it take much time to ..." he stopped to think of the word, "to 'surfey' that planet? Say! Do Admiral Ackbar and Admiral Fidelis live with you? Where will we all fit? I hope there's room!... We could help... " TAG: Torian and bridge -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/21 11:29am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian Location: Paladin bridge Hill could stay for hours in spite of the yawn he suppressed at the suggestion of sleep and Hill piped up brightly, "I feel so rested already. It would be ... informative to watch everyone at work," he offered hopefully and then bowing his little head a bit, he said, "I suppose ... you are correct, but we could spend some more time together later, couldn't we? When we return to ... home, our home," he said tentatively and then with more fervor as Torian strode across the bridge to the corridor beyond, "you and I could climb some of those trees of which you spoke. We could build a ... a dojo, a meditation roost. That would be great! Could I invite Seti clan ... well not all of them all at once! That would be a pretty big roost," he said enthusiastically, "Dad... how long before we get there? Will it take much time to ..." he stopped to think of the word, "to 'surfey' that planet? Say! Do Admiral Ackbar and Admiral Fidelis live with you? Where will we all fit? I hope there's room!... We could help... " Torian carried off his son to his room as he continued talking up a storm. “Yes I'm always correct, that’s why I’m the General…Yes I can climb trees with you…Yes you can invite your friends…We’re almost home…Will get there when we get there…The Admiral lives mainly on this ship…Admiral Fidelis has his own quarters…There is plenty of space for all of us…” All throughout the hallway, Achilles continued to ask questions and Torian answered them. Finally reaching his quarters, the door slid open with a whoosh and thirteen heads popped up all at once! “Where’s your bunk?” Achilles pointed over to his bed. Laying him down and pulling the covers over his shoulders, he pushed aside the boy’s hair. “Get some sleep.” TAG: Achilles -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC I Never Make Mistakes, I thought I Did Once, But I Was Mistaken Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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