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Sith-I-5 Title: 15th RPF Summer Challenge Winner Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/6 3:04pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Commander Theta The Admiral Thrawn’s commander raised his eyebrows as Riggsim emerged once more. “ Do I have a day rate. For this type of job I want 15,00.” “Fifteen credits?” Theta echoed uncertainly. “I can almost buy a toy ship for that!” Tag: Riggsim -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/6 6:17pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/6 6:29pm (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: MEMO FROM THE GM It is unfortunate, as I believe in an open game, but the following players and their alias/socks are banned from this game: SithStarSlayer and Maid of Orleans/LadyZaraMarta Any posts made by these banned writers will be immediately edited, and multiple posts from them will result in disciplinary action by the moderator team. There will be no "OOC" discussion on this issue. Please PM me if you have questions. This post was made in consultation with and the approval of Imperial_Hammer. Thanks, Pash -----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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Jerjerrod-Lennox Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/7 3:34am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Captain Scyther Vectis Location: VenSD Roadblock, en route to Coruscant. With still a long way to go until they reached Coruscant, the crew were feeling relaxed after their encounter with the CIS. The night shift crew were happy to be on duty, making sure that their day shift counterparts got all the rest they needed, to reassure them that things were well in hand whilst they slept. Once Casrah had departed, Scyther got up, more gracefully than Casrah did and fetched herself a cup of tea from the now opened vending machine around the corner. She was now back in her Captain’s chair, one leg crossed over the other a relaxed posture but still exuding authority even though she was officially off duty. Scyther sipped the hot liquid and enjoyed the taste of the tasty liquid touching her tongue and sharpening her senses and mind, which was so tired, oh so tired. Not long now, she thought just wait til a report comes through about Commander Alpha… To pass the time whilst she waited for Rufus to contact her back, she decided to have a quick nap. Wouldn’t hurt, although Scyther sleeping on the job would give her crew suspicions but she was sure they understood the stresses and strains of being a Captain. So as she finished her tea and placed the cup on one of her armrests she settled back in the chair and began to drift away letting the conversation of her crew carry her away on a wave of tiredness taking her into… Coruscant, she is standing on the balcony of her parent’s apartment, looking up into the bustling lanes of traffic in the great city planet. Feeling the soft breeze on her face, listening to her parents laughter floating through the balcony doors such a welcoming sound. Multicoloured lights blinking on and off all around, the sun bright and high in the blue sky, the towers glistening like mirrors as the sun touches their faces. Such a glorious planet and Scyther is happy to be home, with her parents laughing and chatting like they used to so proud of their daughter. A speeder passes overhead, coming out of the traffic lane, probably another hotshot pilot trying to scare people she closes her eyes enjoying the rush of adrenaline until she hears the sound of….bells? Damm, her comm. was going off, hopefully this was Rufus. “Vectis here” Scyther replied stifling a yawn. “Whoops, looks like I have caught you at a bad time” said Rufus, stifling a chuckle down the other end of the line. How does he always know what’s going on down the end of the line, wondered Scyther he should be a mind reader…. “Why don’t you just get one of those psychologists couches and change your career Rufus” she said jokingly. “I’ll bear that in mind” responded Rufus who then turned all business “I have good news for you. The operation on Commander Alpha was successful and he’s going to make a full recovery. Will take a while however.” Before Scyther could congratulate him or breathe a sigh of relief, Rufus continued. “However when he woke up, the most extraordinary thing happened. He started calling out some things, like there was someone called Dennii, that he was a Advanced Recon Commando serving the Grand Army and something about a Jedi named Kenobi. Then he started saying something about how someone had betrayed the Republic on Fresia and shouted the word betrayal. The weirdest things was when I came to examine him, he called me Kal, Kal Skirata. Heaven knows what was going through his head at the time, it may have something to do with the drugs we gave him”. Scyther took in all that Rufus was saying with interest. Clearly Alpha had been hallucinating and as Rufus had said it could have been down to the drugs his team were using to keep him stable. “Have you checked his medical history?” she asked her voice even. “Only the basics” Rufus replied “blood type and such before the op we did. I can do a more through check if you like; I certainly say this warrants investigation, especially this information about the Grand Army and this Jedi Kenobi.” Scyther nodded “Do it. I think Commander Alpha may have forgotten to tell us some little titbits about himself. I heard rumours about this Kenobi from my time in the Republic Navy, see if you can dig up something from Alpha’s history as well as anything about this Skirata bloke. Meanwhile, keep an eye on the Commander, anything changes, let me know” “Understood” replied Rufus and signed off. Still plenty of time for Rufus to check things out before they reached Coruscant, probably the last thing the good doctor would do before heading off to rest himself. Scyther felt it was worth following up. Alpha may have been having a mad half hour, but it could possibly be that there was useful information in his ramblings. As Scyther was thought by her Academy instructors, never discount anything said to you, because even if it sounded stupid, it could actually prove quite handy later on. Whilst this discussion was going on between herself and Rufus it seemed the Lord Admiral was having a word with one of the comm. officers. The comm. officer nodded, called over for Ensign Carson and relayed the message whilst Scyther was typing some more notes into her datapad. Carson came over and signalled for attention by clearing his throat. Scyther looked down at him. “I noticed the Lord Admiral having a nice little chat with the comm. officer. What would he like assistance on?” “The Lord Admiral wishes to make some calls to the Union, and that also, two soldiers have come in to report to you”. With the conversation going on in regards to Commander Alpha, Scyther had not noticed the two soldiers enter. At least they didn’t come barging in wanting attention. “Noted Carson. Tell him I’m afraid he’ll have to wait a little bit longer until we reach Coruscant, I’m sure he understands we cannot communicate whilst in hyperspace. Also, that if he wishes to back to the Union when we arrive at Coruscant, I’m sure I can arrange a drop off. And thank him for informing me about the two soldiers I’ll see them now”. “Yes sir” Carson saluted and then returned to give the Lord Admiral her message. Now it was Scyther to deal with new business. Scyther rotated her chair around and spotted the two soldiers standing at the entrance to the bridge. One older, one younger, both with different expressions on their faces. The older, arrogant looking solider had the rank of Colonel on him, the younger more impatient one had the rank of Lieutenant. They both look tired and exhausted and probably in need of a hot shower and a few good meals down them. Scyther crossed one leg over the other and nodded at them both. Scyther skipped the pleasantries. “Gentlemen, I see you have come to report to me. Let us get the ball rolling shall we? Report.” TAG: Lord Admiral Xavier, Hotshot and Alpha Also Sithy to get things moving again. -----signature----- I have got to get me one of these! See my sock Innox for profile details. ""Great men never hurry, great men cause others to hurry" Moff Jerjerrod
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AlderaanianJazz Registered: Jun '09	Date Posted: 6/7 6:56am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Approved by the GM, pashatemur Name: Arden Age: 19 standard years old, according to information plundered from the Jedi Archives Gender: Female Species: Miraluka Eye Color: None Hair Color and Style: Short, somewhat unkempt dark-purple hair Skin Complexion: Pale Clothing: Dark-brown hooded cloak, white-colored blindfold [worn over eyes, or lack thereof] tan knee-length overtunic, light-beige waist-length undershirt, Jedi utility belt, loose-fitting tan-colored trousers, and brown leather boots [Jedi robes]. Physique: Athletic, slender Personality: Thoughtful, observant, quiet, impassive, depressed Quirks: Prone to bouts of depression and self-doubt, “Force seeing” [due to Miraluka heritage], vision-prone, suffers from frequent insomnia and nightmares. Force Sensitive: Yes Biography Arden grew up on the Miralukans’ adopted homeworld of Alpheridies, located in the Expansion Rim. Her birth was a traumatic one – her mother, a Jedi Knight and instructor at the Culu Memorial Center, died during the process; this led to her adoption by the Jedi Order, who took her to be trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The young Miraluka grew into a student well-versed in the ways of the Force, and the Jedi, and was, at the age of ten, taken as an apprentice by the Caamasi Jedi investigator Allynic E'Kles. E’Kles trained the young Miraluka on her homeworld at the height of the Clone Wars but, over time, she became too distracted with dark visions surrounding the end of the galaxy-wide conflict. E’Kles, shortly thereafter, left Alpheridies, and Arden, on orders from the Jedi Council for the Republic’s siege upon Confederacy bases in the Outer Rim and died under enemy fire in the Battle of Boz Pity. Now without a Master, Arden returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant but only for a short time before leaving. Fortunately, her departure coincided with the Empire’s raid of the Jedi Temple and the issuing of the Emperor’s “Order 66”. Since the end of the Clone Wars, she has been traveling with the Jedi Order and is staying at the Temple on Yavin IV along with members of the Rebel Alliance. Military History: None Traumatic Experiences: Force-induced nightmares surrounding the death of her traumatic childbirth, which fractured her family. E’Kles’ death on Boz Pity, which she felt through the Force. Lightsaber Blade Color: Blue Lightsaber Type: Single Hilt Description: Unadorned, with a black synth-leather handgrip.
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TheAdmiral Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 6/7 11:23am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC:baron Paulus Atreides-Corrino(NPC), Mother Superior Mohiam (NPC), Grand Inquisitor Fyodr Karamasoff (NPC), Primarch Ultimus (NPC), Lord General Xavius Castle Kaladan, Kaladan The trio - the baron, the mother superior and the grand inquisitor - were silent for several minutes, it was a time of tough decisions. Paulus was trying to "assimilate" all the information, it was still hard for him to believe that his niece will turn up to become a monster. They had postponed their departure for the Eagle Nest, the Lord General was getting nervous. The VIPs were refusing to go to the safe place. Paulus was watching the capitol city, Delta Pavonis was setting, the clouds were painted in orange, pink and yellow. From the opened window he could hear the howling of the air-raid sirens. The baron could imagine the chaos on the streets... His thoughts were interrupted by the Mother Superior. -Paulus? Have you decided? The large man looked at her underneath his brown eyebrows. -And what if she succeeds in signing the peace treaty? The Grand Inquisitor and the Mother Superior just shrugged, as if they've been practicing. -Well this will make things hard but not impossible. You know we are not the only ones who are "concerned" by her, there are a lot of officers who are willing to help us...-a sardonic smile appeared on her lips when she saw the shock on Paulus's face. -You...say that there is a plan for a coup already? I doubt it was created recently... -Your insight serves you right, baron, the plan was made when your brother came to power. It is just how things work... We needed to be cautious...-this came from the Grand Inquisitor. This sickened him, the Sisterhood and the Inquisition were working together, making plans how to bring down the ruling house "Just in case". It was now clear to him, he was trapped...if he went to the duchess and reveal everything he'll be executed for treason and if he stayed with the Mother Superior and the Grand Inquisitor he and Lawson might get a chance to live through this. He swallowed hard. -I see that you are well prepared for every occasion, but why do you need me? The Mother Superior was still smiling. -Well we need you and your son for a peaceful transition of power. We won't be needing another Civil War to decide who'll rule the Union. And...you know our secrets... -Every servant has his place, no matter how lowly or modest. To know it is his greatest comfort, to excel within it is his greatest solace, and his master's contentment is his greatest reward.-muttered the baron. The other two just chuckled. -But there is another proverb: If your battle plan's working, it's probably a trap. -Now, now, dear baron, not so pessimistically, we will prevail but we have to be patient... -Yes, yes, patient while she kills us all. She won't hesitate to sign our death sentences. -We already did...at least ours, I had to sign Fyord's and he did so for me, just in case one of us falls from grace. Paulus was silent, he had nothing to say, more and more revelations. His own brother Leto III had kept secrets from him. The silence was broken by the Lord General who had entered the room. -Grave news from the last hour, the chief of the security force was murdered in front of his house when he had returned to take his family to the shelters. Investigator Cyrus had started an investigation... The Mother Superior narrowed her eyes. -Thank you General, you can call the transports to the Eagle Nest now... The man nodded and left the room. -Investigator Cyrus, wasn't that the man my brother awarded some years ago for his extraordinary work? -Yes, yes...We had sent him on another case...That might reveal some things about your...niece. -Wasn't Cyrus married to the daughter the chief? -Yes, but that doesn't mean anything, he is a very good at what he's doing and is... quite honest. A rare trait... -You said something about a case? -Yes, there might be a connection between her and the Ordonnen... The Mother Superior stopped talking, when she saw Paulus' hand indicating for her to remain silent. -I'd rather you didn't continue with this, you will fill me on this when the investigation is over. She nodded. -Well then, I'll have to call Representative Magnus before we leave to the Eagle Nest. To be continued... -----signature----- Proud member of the Clonetrooper Fanclub/Stormtrooper Fanclub Grand Admiral in The SWC Empire Proud player in the best rpg series on the boards - The Galaxy at War http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30532100/p1/?0 My first fan fic
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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/7 12:20pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/7 12:57pm (2 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	OOC: Welcome, AlderaanianJazz. I hope you don't mind if I already used you in my post. IC: Padawan Nashtah Location: Woolmander Temple, Yavin IV Nashtah bowed dutifully to the orders given by Master Shuri, pleasantly surprised. It was enough that the venerable Master had decided to trust her to live with the other Jedi but now, after only a short while back within the Order, Emi-to had asked Nashtah to lead her only son to from the Woolmander Temple, the abode of the Jedi on Yavin IV, to the Great Temple, the hub of the Rebel base nearby. She smiled subtly as she turned, almost teary eyed at the implications of the implicit trust given. Going to the nearby kitchen area where younglings were busy making a clatter as they attempted to rustle up a decent meal with the provisions that had been provided by the Rebels, she shook her head at one: “Tsk, tsk, young one – did I not tell you the flame was too high?” Now you’ve burned that stew….,” she asserted gently as she lifted the pot from the flame and disposing of the contents rinsed the pot out with fresh water from the nearby basin. “Let’s try it again – this time, try doing as you are told by one who is able to see the inside of the pot better than you are,” she urged with a smile. Despite the fact the youngling was standing on a small step ladder, he could barely see inside the pot due to his shortness of stature. “It is no shame to take advice from those who have a better vantage point than you,” she remanded kindly as he heaped another generous serving into the pot. The youngster nodded, rather relieved that he had not been castigated more severely. He responded: “Yes, Padawan Nashtah, forgive me,” he said with a heart melting smile as he began to stir the contents of the pot and quickly made sure the heat of the stove was on a low position. “Is that low enough, Padawan?” he asked with a grin. “Yes, that is just right,” she announced, responding with a grin of her own. Supervising the other children, she nodded satisfactorily as they continued on their merry way until Master Shuri passed by to leave. Presumably, she was headed to an important meeting of some sort with her Master, Andur del Jinn. Bowing, Nashtah worried momentarily that perhaps the subject of that meeting was to be her own presence amongst the Jedi but realizing that line of thinking was rather prideful, shook off the thought. Surely, the Rebels and the Jedi had more important things to think of than her. With Master Shuri and Master del Jinn gone, Nashtah oversaw the speedy consumption of the food the Jedi children had managed to cook up and realizing Youngling Achilles’ (Master Shuri’s son) would soon be finished with his class with his own clan of Younglings, decided she would excuse herself but not before hailing down another Jedi: “Knight Arden,” she asked of the rather unobtrusive Jedi. “Would you mind keeping an eye on this clan of young ones,” she queried with a smile. Sincerely, she longed to know more about this mysterious Jedi, a Miralukan who seemed to have a similar disposition to herself, always battling with an inside pain. Nashtah too, had lost her Master on a mission, only long ago and it was this incident which had caused her to lose her focus, thereby allowing her life to spiral into the web of the darkside which had held her captive for almost a decade. “If you do not have the time, I would be happy to cajole Master Infarius to help,” she declared, referencing of course the reclusive Jedi who had just recently lost his life-mate Master Ayala Secura in a terrorist attack and was therefore in somber contemplation in his room the entire time since the Jedi had arrived on Yavin IV. “However, Master Shuri requested something of me and I must attend to it now,” she avowed as she quickly left without allowing a moment for a reply. As she arrived at the nearby chamber door which led to a room which happened to be the largest one in this Temple, she quietly and slowly opened the door which still had to be operated by hand as they had not had a chance yet to set it up to open electronically. It was a heavy door but putting some muscle into it, she was able to open it a crack and what perfect timing for Padawan Kit was just dismissing the younglings from their meditative poses upon the rough-hewn stone floors of chamber. Making her way around a few raucous younglings, happy that it was now their time to eat she almost had to horse collar Youngling Achilles to stop him in his stampede; it took quite an effort. “My, you are strong, young one,” she stated genially, almost about to add in the part about him being like his father, however she was still too uncomfortable with the whole concept of Jedi marrying and having children, especially with such a militaristic, and rough-around-the-edges man that the General seemed to be. “Master Shuri requests you be taken to the Rebel Base to meet with the General; she will be there as well,” she stated with aplomb as she released the strong grip on the back of his tunic. “You may eat when you arrive there,” she added as she turned and took the youngling’s outer robe from a nearby hook and handed it to him. “Please follow me, young Achilles,” she stated with much ceremony as she nodded to Padawan Kit who also nodded in return to her and to Achilles. Without a moment’s hesitations, she turned on her heels and led the youngster out. Her long strides challenged his self-assured gait and he was forced to make quick steps in order to remain next to her. Activating the control panel button to the huge doors that led outside, the two made their way out and down the stone steps on to the soft earth of the fourth moon of Yavin Prime. Cackles and shouts of nearby wildlife surrounded them as they made their way to the nearby path that had recently been cut for the Jedi – it was a quick route to the Rebel base. Taking Achilles’ hand, determined that nothing, not even a scratch from a soft drop to the ground would befall the young Jedi, she slowed her steps on the dewy ground, dried leaves from the multitude of trees surrounding them crunching underfoot. Fortunately, the tall trees blocked out much of the direct rays and only dappled sunlight hit them making the humid heat more tolerable. Taking a few more steps forward, forcing a wayward rock from the path with a mere thought, she continued on but not before sensing the familiar presence of two Rebels up ahead. Sergeant Odievo and Officer Quill were on the same path and though they were far enough away, their tones could be just made out over the cacophony of sounds coming from the jungle; they were discussing the implementation of the defensive perimeter in the nearby area. Nashtah quickened her pace, hopeful that a long-winded conversation could be avoided – she was determined to arrive at the Rebel base with Achilles in a timely manner so that neither the Father nor the Mother of the lad would have to wait for them. Alas, not all desires come true, she realized as Sergeant Odievo noted the pair and quickly came upon them and blocked their forward progress, ordering Officer Quill to halt as well: “Sing….err, Padawan Nashtah, what are you doing out her alone with Master Shuri’s child?” he queried with a suspicious scowl. Discreetly, he was already feeling for his blaster. Suddenly angry and humiliated at his mistrust and his revelation of her prior name, one which very few on the base knew and certainly Magris Quill would not know until it had just been revealed she struggled to maintain a placid façade though she seethed inside. She signaled Youngling Achilles to hold for a moment. “I am a Jedi, Sergeant, and Youngling Achilles is a Jedi, and Master Shuri, another Jedi, requested me to escort him to the Rebel base where his presence was requested by his Father, General Darkeyes,” she asserted, unable to resist showing a flash of anger in her response which she immediately regretted. “I am in charge of base security, Padawan,” he glowered to the prodigal Jedi. “You would do well to remember this in the future,” he continued unmoved by the downcast gaze of the repentant bounty hunter. He remained steady and eyed her for any hint of suspicion, his hands now folded behind his back. In all his years with the Alliance, this had been the only time the High Council had overruled him in disallowing someone onto the secret Rebel Base. He still felt she was a danger and a menace to all because of her past history as the notorious Aurra Sing. “Perhaps, I should complete the task in your stead….,” he announced with disdain. Nashtah bristled. “No, Sergeant, Master Shuri requested me to complete the task and as such I will be the one completing it,” she avowed with self-assuredness as her gaze met the Sergeant’s head-on. Taking Achilles’ hand, she momentarily glanced at Officer Quill’s visage for help but quickly turned her gaze back to meet the Sergeants, steely-eyed she wanted him to know she would not acquiesce. “Hmpf,” the Sergeant announced, still blocking the forward motion of the two down the narrow path. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no emotion, there is peace, Nashtah inwardly reminded herself. TAG: Magris Quill, Arden (if you wish) -----signature----- }~Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC)~{ ~~~~Palmam qui meruit ferat~~~~ USC Trojans - 2009 Rose Bowl Champs and CFB Team of the Decade
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AlderaanianJazz Registered: Jun '09	Date Posted: 6/7 1:25pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Not at all, ArgenPalos IC – Arden, Jedi Padawan The Temple, Yavin IV Another restless night, another long day where her body, and mind, longed for a much-needed sleep. It would not do her much good though, for departing back into the realm of dreams would only conjure a nightmarish world formed by events from long ago. As she felt her vision blur and darken, her mind beginning to drift, she drew upon the Force and willed herself awake. A sigh escaped her lips, soft and hopefully silent, and escaped into the busy atmosphere of the kitchen area. It had been seven years, she thought, since E’Kles had passed away on Boz Pity yet the grief, the feeling that something was still and always would be missing still lingered within her soul. Nightmares of his death, alone and helpless against a legion of Confederacy droids, raged in her mind while she had slept but, now, she never slept. In fact, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had closed her eyes and rested. "A natural part of life, death is,” Master Yoda had once told her, shortly after her Master’s death. Yet, despite the wise one’s words, she could not bring herself to that truth. She could not find solace in the words of the Jedi Code, which commanded: There is no chaos, there is harmony. Every being, large or small, was connected and dependent upon one another in a never-ending cycle of balance, she had been taught. Yet why was it she could not bring herself to realize that she had to move on? Her right hand, rough and callused, began to clench in anger and she felt herself withdraw deeper into a shell of fear and depression. Her inner musings had kept her from even noticing the approach of the smiling Padawan Nashtah. “Knight Arden,” she queried, “Would you mind keeping an eye on this clan of young ones?” Her fellow Padawan’s question drew her from her reverie and she was about to answer before the Padawan added, “If you do not have the time, I would be happy to cajole Master Infarius to help. However, Master Shuri requested something of me and I must attend to it now.” With that, Nashtah was gone, turning on her heels without allowing Arden a reply. She nodded at the turned figure and her gaze transferred to the somewhat ravenous, Younglings, who were huddled around their food - eating, talking, laughing. She couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the small ones were through her “Force sight”. In the Force, they all shone so brightly, beings of pure and innocent luminosity that had endured so much, moving from planet to planet in the semi-nomadic process of finding, perhaps, a semi-permanent home. Arden remained silent, observing the young ones as Nashtah had asked, still a bit dazzled by their appearance in the spectrum through which she saw. It wouldn’t hurt to help a bit, she mused inwardly. TAG: ArgenPalos, Sith-I-5, whoever else may be on Yavin IV
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Sith-I-5 Title: 15th RPF Summer Challenge Winner Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/7 2:51pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Detective Lockley, Dak Trooper, Lieutenant Jetton Location: HNN Skyhook Nelf watched the newly arrived pair secure Trip, uh, Director Isard to the stretcher they had brought with them, whilst the bounty hunter, Dak Trooper, approached the half-elf to secure his left forearm to his chest with a green sling made from the Inquisitor’s ruined cape. There was a soft chime from the wrist-communicator on his right wrist, and as he brought it up to where he could see it, muscle memory or something moved the left arm towards it, so the fingers he did not have, could press ‘receive’. Yav’ shook his head and stared at the button until it depressed. A three-inch flickering holograph grew out of the projector. A whitish robe, head to toe, cowl concealing much of the face. “Brother Thaddeus,” he greeted his mentor softly, surprised to see him coming directly to this device, rather than the HoloComm on the shuttle. “I regret to inform that my investigation has stall-” “That is of no concern, Brother Nelf. Your mission has been temporarily superceded by events on the surface. You will report immediately to the Supreme Chancellor’s Office of the Galactic Senate, and report to me from there.” Yavinelf nodded once. He did not mention his hand. He had faith that his superiors in the Deep Core already knew. “You, as always, operate with the authority, and serve the will of, the Emperor. Take whatever resources you need.” The image dissipated. Nelf looked up and towards the crimson clad police. “Detective Lockley!” he called, and saw her companions, her two fellow officers, and the business-suited female Twi’lek, Bree, look up towards him. He jabbed a finger at the Galactic City P.D. “You, you, and you. You are all seconded to my detail, and will come with me immediately.” He whirled on the surprised bounty hunter. “You too. And,” His eyes scanned the deck, “your little manager. You may bill the Empire for your services.” “Whoa! Hold your banthas.” Nelf ignored the ache in his shorn wrist and looked towards the indignant detective with the cascading yellow locks. She was a sassy one. “You don’t just commandeer Imperial Guard like that.” She insisted, walking up level with Supiro. He could mind-trick her, Nelf considered, but, no. “I can read your mind, Detective. You and your band want to go after whoever attacked the Senate and claim the reward. Come with me now, and you will have my support for your little adventure, later.” He was pleased that there was no bluster, no asking how he knew. She just turned to her fellow officers, who nodded their agreement. She turned back to face him, but indicated the Twi’lek executive. “She is with us, too.” “Bree,” Yavinelf nodded, moving round the senior police-woman. “You will stay here to help Chief Supiro complete her investigations, but then, as soon as she is satisfied, you will find us at the Senate.” The half-elf rounded on the navy lieutenant. “Call Admiral Salenger at Planetary Defense, and have him advise the Senate authorities that I am coming down. It should sound better coming from an admiral.” “Yes, sir.” The young officer stood to attention and saluted. “You will also return these fine officers’ weapons. And the bounty hunters.” “Sir.” Jetton turned and signalled one of the stormtroopers, who approached the cops with an armful of energy weapons and staves. “What about Director Isard?” He asked, indicating the red-clad woman who to Yavinelf, looked peaceful as she was belted to the stretcher framework. He was pleased to see her chest moving, indicating cardiovascular activity. “See that she reaches a medical facility.” Dak Trooper rounded on the kneeling paramedic, holding out the baggie containing Nelf’s left hand. “And keep this on ice; the Inquisitor will be back for it. Prep’ a level one surgical team to re-attach it, and notify us as soon as one is ready. He will be along as soon as he is able.” The medic stood, showing himself to be taller than your average bear. His civilian blue shirt was flecked with dried blood of various hues, and rolled up to his elbows. “The attack on the Senate generated a lot of casualties, so that could be difficult. There is a medical frigate inbound from Mygeeto, I understand. If he,” he nodded towards Nelf, who narrowed his eyes at the tall human, “can hold on that long, we can treat him up there.” “I will make the arrangements.” Jetton volunteered. “Chief.” Yavinelf acknowledged Ysanne's 'daughter' with a respectful nod, then whirled for his shuttle, signalling his pilot through the forward port, in the hope she noticed him through the flashing disco lights inside the cockpit. “Alright, people. Vamos, we move.” Tag: to be continued -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Sith-I-5 Title: 15th RPF Summer Challenge Winner Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/7 3:07pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Investigator Linda, Surgeon-Commander Debgate, Huntress. Location: Hyperspace, enroute to Coruscant Linda stayed in the main part of her personal cabin, legs tucked under her as she occupied the stuffed brown two-place sofa she had picked up on Selonia. The door chimed, and she called for the visitor to enter, the barrier sliding aside to permit an Ar-Five astromech tastefully decked out in orange and white panels. It rolled in, whistling as its tapired head revolved, the grey metal of the door sliding shut in its wake. “Not me. She’s in there.” She nodded towards the refresher door, beyond which, the Ambivalence doctor was having a shower. Bleeping an acknowledgment, the droid changed directions, the second door opening before it, only to be enveloped by a white bank of billowing steam. It reversed a couple of feet, and burbled a harsh interrogative to the Security Chief. Linda laughed unconvincingly, “No no, I’m not having you on.” It did not give the impression of being convinced, but rolled in regardless, the vapour billowing around it, and making the room markedly more humid. There was a scream, then, “There’s a big robot in ‘ere! Linda!” She fell off the sofa. * * * * [Some time later...] “Is your head alright now?” Debgate asked, eyeing Linda’s forehead critically. The host, back on her sofa, rubbed a finger across the once-again smooth brown skin above her right eyebrow, the carpet burn and bruise completely gone. “It’s fine; you do good work.” “Thanks.” The droid, who worked for the ship’s tailor and quartermaster, had taken the Surgeon-Commander's measurements by scanning her nude form after she had stepped out of the shower and stopped screaming. Her new uniform, standard Imperial style in olive-green, had the wide black belt, and commander’s rank squares. A perfect fit. She felt like a new woman. She was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, a dark blue cushion beside her, facing the lieutenant over a low coffee table. They had tried occupying the sofa at the same time, but that hadn’t worked, and in spite of the host’s chagrin, Deb’ had chosen to take the floor, insisting she was comfortable there. Deb put her hand to her own chest, unused to not feeling the harsh material against her skin. “The undershirt-” “Chemise.” The medic tried the new word out. “Shem-eese.” She raised her eyebrows momentarily, “It’s silk, isn’t it? We don’t get that kind of fabric on Ambivalence.” “It’s great, isn’t it? The benefit of having a woman like Ewlla for captain.” Linda used her superior’s first name easily. Debgate was silent, thinking how if you wanted to work with silk back home, you either had to buy it from a vendor, which tended to be horrendously expensive, or go out and kill the spider yourself, drawing the still warm and moist strings from the quivering abdomen. And none of the arachnids of this galaxy, that she had encountered anyway, even compared to the human height specimens from her world. “Do you think your quartermaster would give me a copy of the designs. I’ve got silk from Kashyyyk back on my ship.” She blushed deeply, which on a face as pale as hers was very noticeable. “Pardon my Ursean, but Captain Risk went drokking spare when I showed him how much silk I could pull out of three webweavers.” Linda’s jaw dropped. “Those...those things are poisonous!” “Yes, that is what he said. I find, the trick is, do not let them bite you.” The Security worker put her bare legs down for stability, then leaned across the table to tap her guest on the shoulder, “Honey, promise me that you will never do something so dangerous again. You can buy silk in the shops now. I can provide you with address details. In fact, now that you are on Ewlla’s list of girls, we can shop for it together some time.” “Captain Risk made it an order, so I have no choice in the matter.” Deb' shrugged. “Webweavers are by far the biggest arachnid that I have found here, but they are nothing on ours, plus, they are not social.” Linda looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” “They don't help each other out.” She made a little fist of her slender fingers. “You want to kill a Giant Wood Spider, one,” She unfolded the index finger, “you do it out of the sight of its mates; two. ” Next finger. “Kill it quickly. They roam randomly, and if one spots another of the same kind in battle, they run over to help. Three, if they poison you, you are going to have to put them down first before you can cure yourself, and if a second one aggros, you could be in a world of hurt. Social. And most annoying.” “I bet.” Folding back onto the couch, Linda tried to look relaxed, but the revelations made her anything but. “I am sure some arrangement can be made with the quartermaster. Maybe you can take Ar-Five back with you, long enough to stitch whatever you want.” “So when do I get a sit-down with your captain?” “If she has any sense, she will be getting some sleep, which incidentally, we should be doing too. I’ll arrange something in the morning. You can use my bed. I’ll use the couch.” “When you mentioned showing me to a cabin, I expected guest quarters.” “So did I.” Linda admitted, “But it’s the least I can do for scaring the living poodoo out of you.” “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” The lieutenant raised an amused eyebrow. “That cubicle tells a different story.” The medic’s expression broke her stoic attitude, and she guffawed. “Oh, you are so gullible!” “Barve!” Deb grabbed the cushion and struck Linda across the head with it. The lieutenant continued giggling into the seat of divan, then, with some effort, composed herself enough to sit up. “Look, get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few hours.” Tag: no-one (Jerjerrod Lennox and others in the Mygeeto fleet, but I won't be waiting on you) -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/8 4:37am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/8 5:09am (1 edits total) Edited By: Corellian_Outrider
	~OOC~ I have taken this post to a different direction which was necessary in order to bring it to you all sooner. I wouldn't have been able to do this without Pashatemur's support and valuable input. I would also like to credit a person who I will name as Mitth'ras'safis whose technical input was also valuable to me. Also a mention to the 'Flaming MOE' from 'Moe's Tavern' for your feedback on proper bubble choices. Also a thank you to everyone for your patience. I hope you'll enjoy the post. One final note before I let you go to the post. All of the art was created by myself. As a courtesy, please do not use or alter it without permission from myself. ~IC~ Grand Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo TAG: Those at the Arrissa Field -----signature----- "Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waiting for?" "You take on One.You take on All" "Creation is an act of sheer will and next time it will be flawless"
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Sith-I-5 Title: 15th RPF Summer Challenge Winner Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/8 6:03am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Grrr-reat post, Corellian’!!! Great post. IC: Admiral Salenger, Orbi’al PlanDef Golan II space defence platform. Location: Coruscant orbit, above the planetary shield. Salenger stood at a communications console, talking to the garrison officer in change of the HNN Skyhook now, on the other side of the globally spanned planetary shield. “Thank you, Lieutenant. We will notify the Senate, as you say. PlanDef out.” He took his finger off the ‘transmit’ toggle, and nodded to the nearest seated operator to continue with his duties. “Get me a line to someone in authority at the Galactic Senate Building.” “Yes, Admiral.” While the senior officer stood by, waiting for the comm to go through, another operator inside the space platform’s vast command centre, could be overheard advising his supervisor, “Sir, Azzameen’s shuttle has just returned from the Ursa run.” “He has berths in the Senatorial district, doesn’t he? Advise him that a planetary shield is up. Be a shame to see him creamed all over it.” “Yes, sir.” “And make sure you get a passenger manifest.” “Yes, sir. Big Score from Coruscant Planetary Defense, do you read?” Salenger got the go ahead from his man, and pressed a finger to talk to the Senate Building. “Hello. The Blue Guard, is it? This is Admiral Salenger at Planetary Defense. You are receiving an Inquisitor Nelf soon, who should be arriving by shuttle. He travels with the authority of the Emperor, and you will do nothing to obstruct him. Anyone who objects, you refer them to me.” Tag: Antan Azzameen -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 6/8 7:52am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Ic Martino Riggism Location Pantolomin “Fifteen credits?” Theta echoed uncertainly. “I can almost buy a toy ship for that!” Did he really just ask for 15 credits a day!!?? Man I must be more hung over than I thought Martino thought to himself. “Did I say 15, I meant 15 thousand a day” Martino said trying to recover from his slip of the tongue. Taking another sip of his lukewarm beer Riggism could feel his stomach starting to churn due to lack of food. “Also I want all details of whom I'm watching, type of ship, how many on board and what I am supposed to be looking for” Martino looked from Imperial to Imperial “After all I want you to get your moneys worth, you know with the credit crunch and all” He finished with a slight shrug. Tag Theta -----signature----- Leader of the Jtc Pilot in the rebel alliance, Red 5 reporting in Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy at war Luke Skywalker the son of the Suns "None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am" - Luke Skywalker
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Sith-I-5 Title: 15th RPF Summer Challenge Winner Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/8 12:22pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/8 12:28pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Commander Theta, "Piss-head", the Riggsim residence. Location: Pantolomin While the commander watched, the private investigator appeared to reconsider his quote. “Did I say 15, I meant 15 thousand a day.” Theta almost choked; had this guy seen them coming? Well, no. Of course he hadn’t. The commander thought to himself as he reeled over the amount. No, we had to come and knock. “Done. You can have three hundred up front, the rest when the job is complete.” “Also I want all details of whom I'm watching, type of ship, how many on board and what I am supposed to be looking for.” The scruffy civilian looked from Theta to the stormtrooper, and back. “After all I want you to get your moneys worth, you know with the credit crunch and all.” “A probe droid would be cheaper.” The stormtrooper grumbled, but Theta silenced him with a glare. "The ship is a Firespray-class patrol ship, Mister Riggsim. Same kind as Boba Fett uses. Only one passenger, as far as we know; a female human sub-adult. Parked on the opposite beach of this island. You are looking for sign that an additional craft has joined her, or that her companions have come to pick her up." He stared into the man's eyes. "We will take care of the rest, Mister Riggsim." Tag: Martino Riggsim -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/8 1:08pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/8 2:28pm (3 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Emi-to Shuri Location: Deep within the Great Temple on Yavin IV Torian bowed his head thoughtfully as he talked to those seated around the open table. Concurring and building on the short list Emi had thrown out for consideration he stated his determination that the Alliance should not act blindly, committing them to the formation of a better network of surveillance, more soft boots as it were. Emi-to exhaled and lifted her chin and glanced again to Torian as she heard his next words: “As for complications…some of you are already aware of this but Vader had a son with Padme Amidala. He is safely hidden from his father for now.” He offered as he paced. “I know some things about the Jedi and one of those is destiny. They strongly believe in it and it is something I will not interfere with either.” Emi tried not to cringe. She hadn’t wanted to discuss Luke and Anakin. The issue would become quite block-caste, the nuance and understandings missing. It was by no means a clean position for anyone! The fact remained, they were hiding a son from his father – the reasons based on empirical evidence, much supposition, and “feeling”. Under old Republic law, such a case heard before civil courts would certainly not tip well towards the Jedi. It was difficult for people to understand the abject cruelty of which a Sith was capable, because, simply put, people are basically good and expect others to be so as well. Therein lay the “rub!” To teach that we are all of us capable of as great a cruelty as kindness was not an easy matter. Security and trust were concepts and conditions wholly undermined by experiencing and knowledge of fear and fear was a basic instinct of self-preservation. Emi looked quickly to Admiral Ackbar. They had agreed previously, that the information would remain restricted. Emi pursed her lips and watched as Torian continued around the table. He stopped again to face the hawkish General, “I believe the Moffs are more powerful and have more resources at their fingertips to overthrow Vader, if indeed the Emperor is dead. The Moffs will stop at nothing to get rid of him.” General Yueh shifted in his seat and listened. “We strike at weakness and avoid their strengths. If the Moffs concentrate their firepower on Coruscant then Vader must do the same.” He walked back over to his chair and sat down. He continued, “As for now we need good intel. We need to contact Organa on Coruscant and find out what is really happening there now.” He turned to MonMothma, “Can you make that happen?” Replying in the affirmative, the calm Senator took personal responsibility. She did not lack for resolve, thought Emi. Admiral Ackbar, an enigma, was presenting a united front, upholding Torian’s revelation with calm rather than calling the General on the matter. The Master rose slowly, lifting her eyes to the members of the council. “Firstly,” said Emi clearing her throat, “some of you may not have had the opportunity of my introduction. Some of you may even believe, that the Jedi are a myth. Well, I assure you, if we are a myth, I certainly feel rather ragged for wear to be such a … phantom! As Mr. Matrix and General Darkeyes will attest, our recent mission was a bit, taxing!” “I am Counselor Master Jedi, Emi-to Shuri, late of Temple Coruscant and … now of Yavin IV… by your most appreciated generosity. On behalf of our small enclave, I thank you!” Emi bowed finding her way to deal with the ugly possibility of guilt by association. She needed to present another perspective quickly to diminish the aspersions and concerns of trust in the revelation concerning Luke. “I have been a member of the order since my bewildered parents left me at the Temple court at the age of 7. My Master took me as his apprenticed Padawan learner not long after. It was not typical, but then my Master was given to strong predilection. Padawan Skywalker will have the benefit of intensive and rigorous training from a very able Master. General Kenobi cannot come more highly recommended…. Ah…” Shuri tapped the table before which she stood to punctuate her meaning. “His Padawan, like his father, has proven already to be both astute and committed and quite gifted and focused, precocious and a great asset as a Jedi. “My Master, like Master Kenobi too, was lauded for his acumen, unfortunately… he was lost before MY knighting. He left the order, ostensibly due to his political leanings, but his academe, his research and studies, proved too much of a lure. You see he was a scholar in matters dealing with the Sith, studies by which I much benefited as I too share both his scholarly work and his vocation as a saber master. He left to lead the Confederacy of Independent Systems. He was Jard Dooku…” She let her words sink in before continuing. The assembled would make their own connections. Shuri was careful not to heavy-handedly direct their thoughts. It was important they be given the time to make their own connections. “I should like to address the General’s disclosure concerning the Jedi Kenobi and Skywalker, as well as General Yueh’s query concerning the Sith .” Emi looked down at the table to clear her swimming vision and then up again clearing her throat. Countless eras of Jedi raised in the way, the doctrine, servants and guardians of democracy, teaching and creating bonds in unending line from Master to Padawan, to Knight to Master and so on, had so easily disregarded and broken the bond of family! What would Torian do now, if his son was taken from him? The dilemma was not theoretical, but concrete, real. That Padawan Skywalker’s father was a Sith did not diminish the matter, it only served to make it more pronounced. “The… two matters are connected. You may wonder, some of you,” said Emi, her gaze glancing over Yueh, “when this information came to light. General Kenobi and I spoke with Admiral Ackbar and General Darkeyes onboard the transport which brought us here. The Captain Biggs was also in part, privy.” “We had hoped not to disseminate the Padawan’s identity further than the few in that meeting, not in hopes of deceiving, but for your protection and for that of the young Jedi. It is the principle reason General Kenobi took him away. Nothing about it is simple. The guardians with whom the Padawan’s mother entrusted his care requested that his whereabouts be kept secret and we have reason to believe that it was to the benefit of ALL that his whereabouts remain so.” “The fewer who know of this, the better for this base, and for all involved, particularly the Padawan! We were given to believe the Emperor, desired his extermination… or perhaps… use and further, it would be unreasonable to expect that such knowledge of his birthright might not influence attitudes toward him.” Shuri looked about the room slowly, taking every person’s gaze. After a moment, she lifted her chin slightly and swallowed. “Now… as to the question of the Sith and cheating death… You must understand, the Sith have been extremely reclusive and secretive. Even within the Jedi Archives, the sources and materials collected, the Sith artifacts, were assumed dubious, even if the source was verified, the information therein could be entirely misleading or corrupted. We have legend and heresy. Yes, Sith Alchemy was reputed to have aided it’s practitioners in eluding the death of the conscious mind, using the material vessels of living species…” Emi paused before continuing. Yes, and the Jedi too, and interestingly enough, Jard Dooku had somehow managed to do as much, at least, to survive the death of his flesh body, but she did not know how. She sighed, ‘You understand, I’ve no clear or credible information to confirm or refute these tales of… transference, as it’s called. If a Sith did effect such a feat, we simply don’t have the evidence and yet, we should consider it. There are too many perspectives offering the possibility! But I counsel you, even if Palpatine had his genetic material cloned,” she said speaking more assuredly, “that cannot guarantee that such a transfer could take place, and a clone is not an empty vessel. Each one is individualized by their experiences. Certainly, though, any evidence of his cloning himself, would indicate he at least desired to maintain himself with compatible organs and limbs. And IF,” she said emphatically, “IF he did intend such a transfer, would Sky… would Vader know and would he assist? Not likely, unless Palpatine held something over him...” Emi thought of Luke. “An evidentiary incidence of medical research, expenditures, plans for facilities, or indeed the facilities themselves, or even incidences of experimentation; that would indicate the possible intent or transference! We clearly need an aggressive intelligence intitiative…were there any unexplained recoveries within the facilities and perhaps the sphere of the Emperor? A slicer could help immeasurably in obtaining such information concerning the Emperor and his projects, where he was known to travel, where he might have resided or lingered, transport of certain supplies, …” “It is something we must give consideration to and certainly, even now, if this procedure is possible, it’s likely being initiated or already has been. So you see, intrigue surrounds these issues, coercion, a vast net of fear. Many are bound in such ways…” Master Shuri looked to Mon Mothma, “On Coruscant, do we have resources to search out such archived information?” TAG: MonMothma, Torian, Ackbar, Matrix, Biggs and others -----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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MASTER-OF-EVIL Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 6/9 4:48am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Officer Magris Quill Yavin IV Magris was in-deep conversation with the Sergeant about the perimeter defense as he noted from over the Sergeant a very familiar rust-hair pony-tailed person as it was Padawan Nashtah with her long-robed arms holding onto a smaller figure of a Youngling as they came into view more clearly as they appeared out of the jungle of the Temple itself. As the Sergeant took point in-front of the two figures as Magris stood beside the Sergeant. “Sing….err, Padawan Nashtah, what are you doing out her alone with Master Shuri’s child?” he queried with a suspicious scowl. “I am a Jedi, Sergeant, and Youngling Achilles is a Jedi, and Master Shuri, another Jedi, requested me to escort him to the Rebel base where his presence was requested by his Father, General Darkeyes,” she asserted “I am in charge of base security, Padawan,” He stared daggers to the pale-skinned Jedi. “You would do well to remember this in the future,” he continued. “Perhaps, I should complete the task in your stead….,” he announced with disdain. Nashtah bristled. “No, Sergeant, Master Shuri requested me to complete the task and as such I will be the one completing it,” “Hmpf,” the Sergeant announced, still blocking the forward motion of the two down the narrow path. The Anomid was silent through the interchange between the Sergeant and the Padawan Nashtah with the child in tow. He heard some mention of a name that the Sergeant said offhandedly which Magris gave the Padawan a curious gaze, it seems the sergeant doesn't trust of the Jedi? Or of the Padawan herself? He wasn't sure of that for the moment but this situation he was sure what to do before it moved to a place that is unnecessary. "Please forgive the intrusion, Padawan. The Sergeant meant well in protecting and upholding the security and within the mandate, if you would like an escort to where Consular Shuri is, we can easily provide to you without too much fuss." Magris said as he turned his masked-gaze towards the Sergeant. "I'm sure that's within our mandate, Sergeant Odievo is it not?" He said with enough buoyancy and weight in his speech to have his well-intentioned meaning sent. The Anomid gazed momentarily to the child in question. I didn't think Jedi could marry or was there more to this than meets the eye. More questions! This is most curious, he could not wait for the next time he would be in Master Shuri's presence to have his curiosities founded and what it means for the Jedi but also outside variables and where does it lay with the Alliance's principles and goals. So many factors, how does one keep track with it all and understand this multi-lateral relationship that exists between the Alliance and the Order of the Jedi. Something he would like to contemplate with the Jedi when the situation allows for it, he surmised. Tag: Padawan Nashtah and Sergeant Odievo -----signature----- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pCaOcv6OOQ Best New Star Wars RPG Winner Summer 2007 - War of the Sith Part IV: The Invasion of the Cha'ala
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