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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 11/1 7:41pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	NPC: Sheero Eda Taris Upper City Space Port Landing Pads 35 &36 Silver Lining Deck 16 & 17 Loading Ramp The orders had started piling in, from the order forms the Lining's crew sent out long after landing. Every department, and several individuals had items that were being delivered, and it was Sheero's job to make sure everything to put in the right place and invoices got sent to the right person. The first thing that had come in was Muri and Sheero's personal order, nothing special, just some new clothes, charge packs for Sheero's DL-44, a few personal food stuffs, a new pair of combat boots. Real simple stuff, though Muri had ordered some parts that made Sheero think he was going to build a dueling shield. It was all taken up to his quarters on the second deck, simple job, not like they could take anything, Golla, their resident 'security officer' and a Ragithian Human was prowling the corridors. Needless to say nobody really wanted to piss off Golla or a ship full of Echani. Hyo's stabilizers and new horizontal booster showed up about an hour after landing, all of that went up to main engineering on Deck 11, so Hyo could have her five man team could get the parts installed. Through her ramblings about how it would increase the speed of the ship in hyperspace to just past class 1 she managed to tell him it'd take 5 hours to get the stabilizers installed then another hour for the booster. It was all he needed to know, but gods forbid she just tell you what you want to know. Lsu, the ships weapons officer, had ordered a new linear accelerator for the ships forward torpedo launcher. That had taken some doing, frankly the Lining wasn't supposed to have a launcher anymore, so it took a few comm calls to get it, and they did, even if the thing had a markup that would make a Neimoidian weep in shame. But Muri would not want to be without the launcher with how the Galaxy was going. Parts came in, people came out, it was routine, second nature, Sheero'd been doing it for years, even back before he was Second Officer it'd been his duty. He was the only guy Muri trusted with the account numbers. Well, the only person alive. Sighing, Sheero checked the last delivery off the list and closed the cargo loading ramps leaving only the ships personnel ramp open. Golla came down and took his post at the ramp, he wasn't one to talk, but he'd proven himself time and time again. In fact, he was the first non human member of the crew to be named an Honorary Echani by Muri when Golla saved his life on Nar Shadda when a deal went bad. Sheero stepped into the turbolift and road back up to the bridge, being the XO of a smuggling rig wasn't all fun and games when you were planet side. But Sheero wouldn't complain, he owed Muri his life, most of the crew did, he'd saved them from a life of boredom, and on several occasion from losing their life. This wasn't the time to think about that though, Sheero was tired, he'd spent the whole day working and now wanted to relax a bit. Plopping down in the command chair he flipped up the computer screen and brought up the local holonet feeds. The holocomm had been offline since they landed but Sheero was bored. It wasn't long before he brought up the feed for the local Dueling Arena, he was an Echani after all, but who he saw made him lean forward and pay attention. "Is that... Serar?" Tag: Nobody IC: Muri Mikaru Taris, Upper City Horizon Hotel Bar It really wasn't the time for a duel to be broadcast. Not to most people at least. But Muri understood why it was broadcast right away. A distraction, people didn't need to be drudged down with two big upsets right away. Mandalore, then Palpatine. The Tarisian Holonet must have quickly realised they needed to distract people and set up the match right quick. In fact Muri was all for the distraction, even if he only payed it half attention, at least at first. He hadn't recognized the names of the combatants, nicknames were so easily forgotten. Faces however, were not. But had he been paying more attention he might have noticed the familiar face, or even the fighting style of one Zarith Serar, but he was much to busy discussing things with Solo and Calrissian. "So, Solo," Muri started looking up from his new glass of wine. "What did you have in mind? To deal with the Empire? I mean, from what I've heard the Alliance hasn't made much headway since Yavin. In fact so far as I know the most biggest hit against the Imps in late was when the Zann Consortium hit Kuat. Now that was news, smugglers out in the fringe were talking like Tyber'd gone up to Vader himself and slapped him around. I mean, Kuat! The pair that guy must have had to pull a stunt like that." Muri took a sip of his wine and pondered, "Come to think of it, Kuat's probably still reeling from that. I mean, you don't just get over that it takes at least months or years, even if your a big corporate world like Kuat." He put his glass down and though, "Has the Alliance looked into it? I mean, think, if the systems still licking its wounds it'd be easy to slip in in a small number of ships." He pointed at himself, Solo, Chewbacca, and Lando, "its what we do, sneak things around, even if its people." "Bring the right people and you could rob the Empire of ships, bomb the shipyards, hijack cargo ships. Do it quick enough, and they won't have a chance to react. And think about it, if Kuat was taken out of the picture for a while. How many other big shipyards does the Empire have? Fondor? Hell the shipyards at Corellia, Eshan, nobody produces ships like Kuat." He sat his glass down, "Its a crazy idea, nay insane, but hey, isn't that what we do? Running around the galaxy breaking 'the law', thats pretty crazy right?" He leaned back, "What do you think?" Before his new found Corellian friend had a chance to respond though, an older friend made an appearance, and not in a way Muri appreciated. The hair on the back of the Echani's neck stood up, it was the sorta static sensation he'd gotten from time to time when someone was sneaking up on him or when something was about to happen. Muri's hand tensed, his weight shifted from the seat to his right leg as he prepared to bound out of the chair if necessary, but fortunately, Muri recognized the voice. "Muri you never told me you were friends with famous crusaders" Muri exhaled slowly, Palpatine's speech had his nerves frayed and he was ready to explode, but he still had some will power beyond his anger. "Zarith," he said turning around to face the Zabrak, and finally realising why the face on the Dueling transmission was familiar. Muri shook his head as he looked at the man's face, "I see you're still more a blunt object then a precision instrument." He pointed at the empty chair at the table, "Sit down and join us." Muri turned back to the others, "Well I've known Lando for quite a few years now, Han and Chewie, I met today." He then gestured a hand to Zarith, "This is my friend Zarith, we do business together from time to time. We met about four years ago on Tatooine, running freight for Jabba the Hutt. Parts for a sail barge he was modifying. Anyway, we had finished offloading the parts from my shuttle and his ship when some stormtroopers barged in on us demanding to search our ships, something about droids. It was about this time that a ship a few bays down hauled it out of the port after engaging some troopers. Something Corellian from the glance I got at it, but thats not really important. Now this pissed those troopers off something fierce and they decided it would be best to just off us then search our ships. Suppose they thought they could work into into their favor later some how." "Needless to say though we didn't take to kindly to this so me, my "security chief" Golla and Zarith here didn't wanna go down without a fight." He patted the large pistol on his hip, "Well we were better shots to say the least. But we weren't exactly gonna stay around so we both hauled it back up to the Lining and got out of there. Stayed in contact after we split up in deep space, ran freight together quite a few time after that. He's a good guy, bit rough around the edges, very straight forward, but there's nothing wrong with that eh?" Muri took a breath, picked up his glass and took a sip, "Anyway me and the guys were just talking about stirring up some trouble, I know you've got no love for the Empire. You want in?" Tag: Saint, Solo, Sawn, Sarge? -----signature----- "Might have been the losing side, still not convinced it was the wrong one." - - Not all heroes are pure
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scrufflover23 Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 11/1 9:43pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Tycho Celchu, Wes Jansen, misc. Rogues Taris, The Vapor Trail, a pilot's bar Tycho tried not to look as frustrated as he felt as he wandered into the Vapor Trail that evening and looked around for the first available table. He was expecting the rest of the Squadron if they weren't already here. The last couple of days had been hectic, to say the least. Of all the pilots to lose, why did it have to be Wedge? Not that he would have preferred to lose anyone else either, but how did it look for Rogue Squadron to lose another Commander? First Luke, and now Wedge, though Tycho hardly expected to see Wedge turning up at Vader's side anytime soon. He almost hoped he would, if only to know one way or the other if Wedge was alive. The Squadron had used their first two days of down time to perform an extensive search of the Fleet, and contacting any other ships who had fled Mandalore as they could. So far, the search had turned up nothing. Now, at the end of the second day of searching,, he hoped someone else in the Squadron had had better success than he did. He spotted Wes with a couple of the other pilots and walked over. "Find out anything," Tycho asked as he sat down next to him? "They've got a fantastic ale you've really got to try," Wes replied with a shrug, as he held up his glass. "Oh, and the girls hanging out around the hangers really are eager to date Rebellion pilots." The last was said with a knowing smirk, though even Wes looked less pleased with this fact than usual. Not that anyone outside of a few in the Squadron would be able to tell. They just knew him that well. Tycho shook his head. "I'll try the first, but I think I'll pass on the second tonight." He waved at a serving droid that came over with all due haste and took his order, than hurried away to get an ale. Wes looked amused. "You look like you could use the second more than the first. It's only been two days. Sure we're sure he's not with the fleet at this point, but I still think if Wedge had been blown out of the sky we'd have seen some trace of it. He might have gone down, but he obviously didn't blow on impact right?" "Definitely," Lyrra sighed into her drink. She had been a little more subdued ever since losing her wing-mate in the engagement before Mandalore, but she looked downright miserable now. It worried Tycho. Tycho nodded. "Something in my gut feeling says Wedge is alive." "Maybe that's just you hoping you don't have to keep command of the Squadron?" Wes teased. "You know this makes you the new XO right?" Tycho smirked. Wes grimaced. "You're right. Wedge has got to be out there somewhere. Let's find him; fast." Tycho chuckled. "Well if you're right, maybe he's taking a nice scenic vacation and taking it easy like you kept telling him to, Wes." "Right," Wes drank his ale. "This was definitely the right time to take a vacation. He's probably somewhere right now with a beautiful woman." Tycho was grateful that his own drink arrived. He took a long, slow drink before he looked at the others who had shown up so far. "Anyone else find anything?" He was not encouraged by several negative head shakes. TAG: Rally_Fan_84 OOC: Have fun! btw: at this point no one would have been able to find anything out about Wedge's whereabouts.
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Penguinator-176 Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 11/1 10:24pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	OOC: Post tomorrow, just had a long week of work followed by a busy weekend. Sorry Scrufflover and Matt! -----signature----- United States of Eurasia - RECOGNIZED Hoffa GDG
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verd_beskar_prudii Registered: Sep '08	Date Posted: 11/2 9:27pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Cassus Barenn Taris undercity The alien did not immediately respond. That angered Cassus greatly. For the hut'uun to have challenged him in the first place was arrogant. To then balk at his response was infuriating. Cassus' hands wrapped around the creature's collar before he realized he'd stormed over to him and he lifted him from the ground, slamming him bodily into the nearest wall. In his visor's wraparound view, he noticed the mother ushering her distraught daughter away, the rest of the crowd scurrying after her. They didnt want to be around. Only a few brave souls lingered. Maybe they'll join the fight too, Cassus thought with a feral grin. The more the merrier. He raised his fist and slammed it into the aliens gut. "I told you to rephrase that Mir'sheb." If Cassus had removed his buy'ce first he would have spit in his face. He wished the guy would at least put up a fight. Hell, he'd even take off his armor for a good even fight if he had to... Tag: Matty -----signature----- Ke nu jurkad sha Mando'ade- Dont mess with Mandos- General Kenobi! How the heck does it go-bie? I hope right you are, or predicate shall i put again before subject and gibberish shall i spout.
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 11/2 10:19pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Alec Nephrite Taris Upper City, Horizon Hotel Being sheltered for so long by Imperial chakaars had made Taris quite...weird if a ten-year-old had to describe the feeling that caused him to stare wide-eyed at the large buildings that could be found everywhere! Even during his occasional trips to Keldabe the buildings there were nowhere near as tall as the ones he had seen on Taris nor as numerous. The aliens were just the same. There weren't just humans that were Mandalorian; there were plenty of alien species that wore the armor like the child did now. But most of them were human. And Taris, it being the ecu...ecumem...some big word that his dad mentioned that it was (he was studying Mando'a first and he had enough of Basic from his Imperial teachers), housed a lot more alien species. Though at times feeling ashamed for asking, he had pointed a couple out to his dad in hopes of learning the names of some. He had seen a few Sullustans and Mon Calamari during their trip to Taris but the others that were identified to him - Chadra-Fan, Bith, Gotal - were the first that he had seen. The bar that they went to was an experience as well. This was nothing like the cafeterias that he and the other children had went to get their meals. While studying and having his first drink with his buir, Alec had snuck glances around the bar beneath his helmet. Again more aliens that he couldn't recognize but then there were all the people that were doing...things. Drinking, playing some game involving cards, exchanging credits for whatever purpose, and just talking. And the dueling ring... That had caught Alec's attention. There had been some announcement earlier that seemed to have gotten his dad's attention but Alec didn't know the significance of it other then it had to do with the Empire when he had questioned Sel. But the dueling ring had Alec's attention rooted towards it. There had been a Zabrak - could it have been the same one on Mandalore? Alec couldn't tell the differences between Zabraks yet - that had been pounding away at a - once again upon asking his father for identification - Sanyassan which Alec found some strange fascination with. At one point, beneath the tables, Alec's fists had clenched. If only he was that strong. If only he had been able to fight like that against those Imperials that had hit him. It was sometime after the match that Alec had to use the refresher. Slipping his helmet on, Alec stumbled at first upon leaving his seat. All the colors and buttons in front of his eyes, they were still very daunting to him. But the young Mandalorian was going to do his dad proud and he walked to the refresher without even raising a hand to it. There had been a mirror as soon as he walked in and Alec couldn't help but stop and stare at it. Used to seeing the well-dressed, well-groomed Alec that had been in Imperial custody, the Alec that was dressed in over-sized armor with a blaster at his belt was very weird. But at the same time very comforting. Especially the golden helmet. This was mom's. It still hurt, especially now. While happy to be reunited with his father, it hurt a lot when he remembered who he would never see again. Who would never see him. When his dad had been off doing his work his mom was the only one that had been there to care for him. To try to protect him when the Imperials came. Who died for him. Who would never see him grow up to be a Mandalorian just like her. Due to the privacy of the helmet, no one else had been able to hear the quiet sniffle beneath it. After doing his business, Alec went back to the bar to return to Sel. Still with his helmet on Alec walked, if somewhat awkwardly, around the legs of some of the larger occupants as he searched for the table that he had left his buir at. But even then he continued to look around, his curiosity still wishing to be appeased as he tried to spot some new alien or interesting activity that someone may be doing. It was the reason as to why he spotted the Zabrak - once again, same one? He thought so. The Zabrak was seated at the table with two other humans. The white hair on one of the humans briefly caught Alec's interest but it was the giant, brown furry creature that was at the table that caused Alec's violet eyes to focus on it, once again having been widened in awe. It was big. Seated at the moment but by Alec's guesses the creature was a giant when standing up. "Anyway me and the guys were just talking about stirring up some trouble, I know you've got no love for the Empire." His focus on the table allowed Alec to catch the words and what caused him to drift a little closer, trying to listen in. The blinking lights and displays of the HUD were starting to be a problem and, unable to help it, the young Mandalorian pulled off his helmet. One arm held onto which left his free hand to reach up and brush away at his golden locks that fell in front of his eyes. A frown came to his face, remembering what his dad mentioned about the product of months of Imperial grooming. He should think about getting it cut. Or dirty. Taris didn't have any dirt that he could just throw in his hair though which had been one of his favorite activities of defiance against his Imperial teachers. He could worry about it later. For now his attention was focused on the table with the strange occupants. TAG: Kahn, Solo, Sawn, BobaMatt, Other Bar Patrons -----signature----- "Oh crap! Who opened The Butcher door!?" -Random Diablo Player, moments before his head meets the cleaver. "I think this is safe." -Famous Last Words "No you."
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/2 11:12pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Ruusan Over Ruusan "This is Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Imperial Navy. Clear our passage to the surface of the planet, immediatly or declare your intentions." Most of the crew had no understanding of what the Empire referred to as Galactic Basic, but Knife did. He would, however, pretend he did not, and simply deploy fighters. Thrawn responded in kind. He had a reputation that even Knife knew about. He'd learned about him from mother - a brilliant tactician with a penchant for learning about his enemies and using the lessons against them. Knife closed his massive fleet closer to the planet, crating a net of capital ships as the Imperial fighter waves made their way towards his own screen. Many of the fighter classes were unidentifiable, nothing his intel told him anything about. This was discerning, but ultimately they were metal, and they had shields, and those shields were finite, and he had confidence his own fighters could handle them. What interested him most was that there was one antiquated fighter among the attack force. Only one of its class. That was the commander. "Target the Ninivex. Who kills it gets a promotion." Head hunting. Waves made it their priority. See how they handle that. TAG: Sinre, TGI Taris Streets Before the beast could respond, the Mandalorian was raising him in the air, and punching him in the stomach. The Mandalorians were freight trains but the Makurth had nigh impenetrable skin and tempers the galaxy well knew. The drunkard responded with a wide punch that came down hard on the Mando's helmet - it cut his own hands, but it was enough to send the man reeling. He charged, seeking to take advantage of his opponent's stunned state. A charging Makurth could be a freight train, too. TAG: Verd -----signature----- DUNE - Chronicles of the Imperium RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/29433346/p1/?11 As Father and Son (An AU RP) http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10 Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds.
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Saintheart Title: RPF Manager/Kensai Emeritus Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 11/2 11:30pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/2 11:58pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Saintheart
	This is a combined post between darthramza and Saintheart. Karm Ahto and Kyle Katarn Taris Kyle frowned. He wasn’t sure about being addressed by the name sonny, but the old man was asking a fairly pertinent question. A question that had been on Kyle’s mind, if only at the back of it, since they’d lifted from Mandalore. “Well ... if you mean weird stuff happening around me—” “Like seeing things before they happen?” asked the old man. That visor of his was damn creepy to look at, even if it was just a Mandalorian way of getting around blindness. “Uh, no—” “Been exceptionally lucky lately?” Curiouser and curiouser. “Well, I did survive my personal shield running out and getting clobbered by rocks, but I don’t know if you’d call it lucky as such. Unless having an exceptionally hard head counts as luck...” The old, wrinkled mouth beneath the visor set into a line. “You made something move without touching it.” Despite the subject, Kyle felt a chill go down his spine. “Yeah. I thought about it, and a blaster jumped into the air. For a second or two.” Ahto glanced in Curran’s direction for a second, but then was looking at Kyle again. “All right. Something I need to know, sonny. Were you angry at the time? Afraid?” “I’ll admit there was a hint of mad desperation involved, but I’ve been in tighter spots,” Kyle replied. The old man’s shoulders seemed to sag from their tight posture during Kyle’s words, and Ahto exhaled heavily. “All right. First thing you need to know: stick to what you were doing. Don’t ever do what you did when you’re in a temper, or when you’re scared. Ever. And you’ll have to watch it, I promise you. It’s like putting a pinprick in a waterbag, over time it’ll begin to manifest itself more frequently now that you’ve used it. Half the time it’s fear or aggression that bring it out first, so you’re one of the lucky ones. All the same, we’re going to have to get your glands under control pretty quick smart if you’re going to become a Jedi.” Kyle blinked. “A ... Jedi?” He tried to get his head around it. “I know Vos mentioned a gift, but me, a Jedi?” “You could be a Dark Jedi instead, if you’d prefer,” said Karm flatly. “Lots of side benefits from what I can see. Terrorise the galaxy, kill everyone around you, watch every relationship you’ve got twist into a perversion of what it was.” “No, no, I—” The world was spinning. Kyle put a hand to his temple. “I definitely don’t want that, I just – I don’t understand. I mean, you’re talking about being a Jedi, wielding lightsabers, seeing the future, making miracles happen; what I did – that’s not in me.” “Guess again, sonny.” “What, you can tell from me moving something five feet through the air that I can be a Jedi? I could have sworn the qualifications were a little more stringent…” “Moving it through the air isn’t what tells me that. It’s your age that does. In most sensitives the talent usually shows up before or by puberty in humans, or a comparable developmental stage in nonhumans. Invariably, it manifests as extremely good luck, or the appearance of quick reflexes, or exceeding physical capacity for one’s species, if only for a brief moment. The being is unconsciously using the Force only to sense the close future or controlling its flow to his own good fortune. And just as invariably, if the being hasn’t consciously tapped into his Force sensitivity by adulthood, the talent seems to regress into latency; the being might have very rare bursts of inspiration from then on, but that’s as strong as their talent ever goes.” “Yeah, so, that’s just me with one of my flashes, isn’t it?” countered Kyle. “I doubt it.” The old man had that wolfish smile of his back on. “Because there’s always exceptions to the rule. You’re well past puberty and you moved something with your mind. That means you tapped into all three foundations of what makes up a Jedi’s talent: sensing the Force, controlling its flow, and altering its flow. Quick reflexes and being lucky at cards draw on two of those foundations, but telekinesis is a dead giveaway. It indicates your talent hasn’t gone into latency. If anything it indicates it’s stronger than the average simply because it’s withstood adolescent changes in your body and still manifested in the strongest raw form of Force sensitivity there is. Anyway, why doesn’t matter. All that matters, sonny, is that you’re stuck with it, so you’d better learn to use it and control it, before it controls you.” “Control…” echoed Kyle, slowly processing it. “Course, you do realize the next question is ... how the hell you know all this?” “Yes, it is.” The old man had a wry smile, and once again he glanced back at Sol Curran. “And the answer is: because I was a Jedi. Once.” Kyle shook his head. “This is the part where I say there’s no such thing as a Mandalorian Jedi. The Jedi are... were... in any case, they’re deeply distrusted among the Mando’ade; even I know that.” “And this is the part where I tell you that’s why I had a different name under the Jedi Order. It was so my clan would lose no honour over the spectacle of a Mandalorian serving as a Jedi. And it’s also why I know you can be one, too: because I was no four year old youngling when my Master found me; I was a full eighteen cycles, commanding attack groups in hemisphere-wide battles on Malchor Five. I’d killed six men with my own beskar by the time I was seventeen.” Underneath Kyle’s sarcasm, something awakened. Something glowing with hope. Because there was something familiar about the man, about his blindness, about the gruff attitude – something that hearkened back to stories that Kyle had heard about the earliest days of the Rebel Alliance. Something that hearkened back to certain classified files about those earliest days, that he’d seen in his capacity as a Rebel spy. “That name you took… what was it?” The old man grinned, drawing himself up. “I was born with the name Karm Ahto. My Master had an interesting sense of humour, so we came up with an anagram for my assumed name amongst the Jedi. Rahm Kota.” The glimmer of hope at Kyle’s heart fanned brighter. It fit: the blind old man of the Alliance’s first open days of insurrection; and he certainly had the preternatural knowledge of tactics, knowledge of how the Empire fought. But-- “Rahm Kota died from his injuries taken rescuing Bail Organa, Garm Bel Iblis, and Mon Mothma from the Death Star,” he noted, recalling the details. Karm sniffed. “That’s the cover story Bail Organa put in place, all right. And from a certain point of view, it’s completely true. Rahm Kota was the name of the Jedi Master who was rescued from the Emperor’s own clutches. But it was Karm Ahto who left the Alliance to disappear amongst the Mandalorians of the starborne clans. And for the past three years it’s been Karm Ahto who’s been spending his twilight days trying to bring the Mando’ade and the Alliance together, to make both of them strong enough to take on the Empire toe-to-toe. There’s only three people left in the galaxy now who know the truth of that; you’re the fourth. Hope you don’t plan on spilling your guts to the Inquisitorius anytime soon.” “I somehow doubt that’ll be an issue,” Kyle chuckled. “But why hide among the Mandalorians?” He got the feeling the man was on the level. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was almost like there was a voice in the back of his mind, telling him it was true. “We surely could’ve used your—” And then he thought of the bodies that existed specifically to hunt down fugitive Jedi, and the methods they used. The fact that – so the stories went – one Force-user could be aware of another. The fledgling Alliance had enough of a job hiding from the Imperial Fleet, let alone the various shadowy figures whose lives were spent in the hunt for any remaining Jedi that existed. “...I see,” he said, nodding. Ahto’s head tilted to one side. “Smart. That’s good. Thinking rationally’s just as important to being a Jedi as it is moving things with your mind. In time you’ll come to see why.” The old man smiled. “Truth be told, I don’t exactly know why I’m telling you all of this. I haven’t been able to feel the Force’s flow since Galen Marek died on the Death Star, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be to you, or at all. Guess it’s just the right time and the right place.” “Wait – you don’t sense the Force? At all?” “Not a flicker. Which is why both of us are going to have to tread carefully, hmm? I can give you all the memories in the galaxy, but it won’t be the same as actually feeling what you’re doing. But, well, we’re both here, and I don’t see Master Yoda anywhere around here to teach you better, so I guess you’re stuck with me.” “Wonderful.” “Sense of humour, eh? That’s good, too. I recommend black humour, myself. Keeps you going when the body parts start flying. But that’s another story.” “My father said he knew a Master Yoda. But then, he always loved a good joke,” said Kyle flippantly, wanting to put the crusty old man off his stride. And he did. The old man’s wry, deprecating tone was instantly replaced by keen interest. “How did your father know Master Yoda?” ”According to him, some fellow named Qu Rahn. I dunno, I didn’t put a lot of stock in those stories until about a year ago...” “Qu Rahn!” The old man was taken aback now. “How in the name of the Void’s black hole did your father get mixed up with him?” And there it was, another click that seemed to sound from somewhere separate and yet a part of Kyle. Again a chill went up his spine, although a sardonic, still voice inside him was saying this would be the kind of thing he’d have to get used to if he was going to learn to use the Force. The details came flooding back, clearer than they’d been in a long, long time. His father had been told by Qu Rahn to keep the location of the Valley of the Jedi safe for the right moment, and the right person. Unquestionably, he’d found the moment. So he told Karm Ahto. All of it. Qu Rahn’s search for Ruusan, Morgan Katarn’s own discovery. And when he was done, Karm Ahto had lost all trace of wry humour to him. His stance had changed, too; the somewhat slack appearance had taken the look of a slight crouch forward, like a hunting cat. For seven long seconds, the old man said nothing once Kyle had finished his story. Then he chuckled. Karm Ahto – Rahm Kota – shook his head, scratching at the grey goatee at the bottom of his chin. “Sonny, if I hadn’t been a Jedi, I’d be just about ready to believe in the Force right here and now. You know how important this is, the enormity of what that location means?” “I know it’s important,” returned Kyle mildly. “I know my father died to keep its location a secret, and I know it’s a powerful nexus of energy. Oh, and Jerec wants to find it. Beyond that, I don’t.” “Sonny – Kyle – that Valley you’re talking about isn’t just a powerful nexus of energy. That’s like calling a turbolaser a peashooter. It’s the nexus. The Jedi used to say that if you control it, you ... gain ... your ... life back.” Again, a long silence; the old man's thought had suddenly turned inward. Then, just as suddenly the old man was turning back to Kyle. “We’ll get started on what you need to know right away. But first we’re going to go talk to that Mon Cal admiral of yours.” For what seemed like the first time, he looked at Jan Ors, standing listening to the conversation. “Both of you. You’re both tied into the Valley’s destiny; it doesn’t take a Jedi to see it. And whatever else I can teach you about being a Jedi, you’re only going to meet that destiny by standing together.” TAG: darthramza, Mitth_Fisto, The_Loyal_Imperial, everyone, BobaMatt OOC from Saintheart: New CS for Karm Ahto is coming up soon. In the interim, though, may I just say that, with Mace Windu --> Rahm Kota --> Kyle Katarn, the circle of bad@$$ is now complete! -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood . Yes, I'm still here, but can only check in x1 per day. Please be patient!
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/2 11:57pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	OOC: Fine work, Saint. Methinks the Loyal Imperial should be tagged as well, as he is the Mon Cal in question. -----signature----- DUNE - Chronicles of the Imperium RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/29433346/p1/?11 As Father and Son (An AU RP) http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10 Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds.
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Saintheart Title: RPF Manager/Kensai Emeritus Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 11/3 12:42am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/3 12:49am (1 edits total) Edited By: Saintheart
	Approved long, long ago, by a GM far, far ... oh, hell, you know the drill. Name: Karm Ahto, aka Rahm Kota Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 73 Height: 6'1 Skin Color: Pale tan Eye Color: White (blinded) Hair Color: White Homeworld: Malchor V Weapons: His blade Reason and various Mandalorian weapons Possessions: Clothes, limited personal effects, his visor Profession: Mandalorian clan representative/former Jedi Master Languages: Several Allignments: the Alliance and the Mando'ade Appearance: Biography: Kota was born into the Ahto clan at a time when the clan was fighting for possession of Malchor V, and his abilities as a warrior grew in proportion to his talent for it. However, the Jedi Master Mace Windu discovered his talents as part of a negotiation team in the dispute, and Karm Ahto was taken into the Jedi Order at the age of 18. He took the assumed name Rahm Kota to overcome the spectacle of a Mandalorian serving as a Jedi, but still wore parts of the traditional armour in most settings, never forgetting his heritage. Ahto was one of Mace Windu's first students, and was trained well. He took on some of his master's cool reserve and had a streak of militarism about him that did cause Mace Windu to admit in later years that Ahto had been too old to take into the Order. However, Rahm Kota's considerable talents for tactics and warfare generally were of benefit to the Jedi Order simply to help them prevent and stop battles before they began. However, Rahm Kota was also one of the few Jedi who had no clone troopers amongst his forces when Order 66 was executed, preferring the individuality of normal troops in conflict. Part of this was his long association during the Clone Wars with the Antaran Rangers, who grew into an elite force partially under his influence. It was the Antaran Rangers who spirited him away into hiding when the newly-formed Empire's agents came looking for him. Kota remained in hiding for some years, waiting and watching the Empire as it grew to fullness, gathering intelligence on who was truly responsible for the war and how they operated. Eventually he formed his own resistance movement and began attacking Imperial targets, believing the best way to seriously impede the Emperor's efforts was to remove Darth Vader as a threat first. There was also a level of revenge in this motivation: Kota had learned that Vader had been complicit if not responsible for Master Windu's death, and many of Kota's friends in the Order were executed at Vader's hands. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it was not Vader who came looking for Kota, but Vader's Secret Apprentice: Galen Marek, codenamed Starkiller. Marek blinded Kota in a duel above Cloud City and left him for dead -- and then, just as surprisingly, came looking for his help to resist the new Empire. Kota had descended into a black depression, but the boy's drive and determination reignited the fire within him. It was Galen Marek's sacrifice to save Kota and the other leaders of the fledgling Rebel Alliance on the Death Star that struck Kota with another crushing blow: the Force-fed explosion on the Death Star caused a feedback in the Force that seemed to crush the Force sensitivity out of Rahm Kota, leaving him both blind and unable to use the Force. Even so, he also knew, along with Bail Organa, that the hunt for him would not end, thus imperilling the Alliance in its very formation. So Rahm Kota and Bail Organa decided that Kota should disappear, and Karm Ahto rise again among the Mandalorians, to try and rally them as best he could to the Alliance's cause. Ahto returned a broken man to the starborne clans, though his family still took him in and provided the visor he now wears to partially compensate for his loss of vision. He became, again, a respected warrior amongst the clans, and now fights, as he always did, to overthrow the Empire and restore the Republic. -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood . Yes, I'm still here, but can only check in x1 per day. Please be patient!
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Rally_Fan_84 Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 11/3 6:26am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/3 6:38am (2 edits total) Edited By: Rally_Fan_84
	IC: Hobbie Location: Taris, The Vapor Trail Hobbie had been one of the pilots that came in with Wes and didn't have that much to report in the way of Wedge's whereabouts. Unlike other pilots he didn't share the optimism that he was still alive somewhere because, well, he was Hobbie, and it was ALWAYS worse of course. Looking as glum as he felt, Hobbie took his obligatory seat near Wes and listened to him and Tycho trade jabs as was per custom for starfighter pilots, at least in the Alliance anyway. Although he didn't chime in the little spark of unrealistic hope in him wished that what Wes had said about Wedge finding some thermal-hot woman and taking a sabbatical was somewhat true, no matter how illogical it seamed. In short order Tycho polled the other pilots as to what they had heard. Hobbie had been in the middle of waving down a waiter for an ale that Wes had recommended, so of course when all eyes went to him he cursed his bad luck again. Although it was legit and useful information, he doubted it was as uplifting as other things people might have heard. Still, he had "volunteered", so best to get it over with. "First off I just want to point out that Wes will chase anything that drifts into his crosshairs, so bear that in mind if you go looking for those hangar groupies he mentioned. Anyway, I didn't hear a single thing about Wedge in any regard, but I did learn that a lot of squadrons got it worse than we did. In fact scuttlebutt is that Nomad and Aggressor have so few pilots that they're being decommissioned and whats left of their roster is being rolled into other squadrons. Like it or not we suffered a few losses of our own, and we have to fill those slots. There wasn't much in the way of selection and even less in regards to talent, but a few names did stick out. There's the prodigy Kin Kian, Arvel Crynyd is also suddenly without a squadron, and get this, Tarrin Datch is still alive and flying starfighters. That's about it as far as Rogue-caliber talent goes. The rest are about as nuts as Wes here without any of his talent. Trouble is if we want any of em we better move fast before command rolls them all into other squadrons. By this point his ale had arrived, so Hobbie took the drink and leaned back in his chair, waiting for the potential buzz or ire thrown his way. It wasn't that he didn't grieve for fallen comrades, in fact he did internally, but the fact of the matter was that the war was far from over, and if the Rogues wanted to survive they were going to need the very best they could pull into their fold. Tag: Scrufflover -----signature----- Raising the bar for idiocy and sarcasm daily! Member of the Game Designers Guild. Most Likely to annoy the Mods 2009!
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verd_beskar_prudii Registered: Sep '08	Date Posted: 11/3 7:57am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Cassus Barenn Taris undercity The alien caught him with a hook to the side of his helmet that made him stagger back. Surprised, Cassus threw his helmet off. Maybe this would be fun after all, he thought. The creature charged, dead set on using its size and strength to push Cassus around. Pound for pound, it might even have been stronger than he. The feral grin returned to his lips and this time, Cassus let his opponent see it. The big alien was almost impossible to stop with force, but the first thing Cassus learned about fighting was to turn your opponent's strength into his weakness. He baited the creature by appearing dazed until he was right on top of him, then sidestepped with the agility of a seasoned combatant. He caught the creature's arm as it passed and swung it around, leaning backward. His gauntlet squeezed the creature with far too much pressure to possibly break and the alien's legs came off the ground as Cassus swung it like a rag. He did a full 360 before releasing it, sending it flying several yards before collapsing in a heap. Cassus stood, legs wide, hands on his hips and let loose a hearty laugh. "Come on, dont tell me you're done! It was just getting fun!" Tag: Matty -----signature----- Ke nu jurkad sha Mando'ade- Dont mess with Mandos- General Kenobi! How the heck does it go-bie? I hope right you are, or predicate shall i put again before subject and gibberish shall i spout.
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 11/3 2:34pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Jan Ors Taris She stood there listening, her Katarn-righteous anger slowly melted away with the first exchange between them. Two less eunuchs to enter the world, as the topic strayed to something else entirely then women...it was moving to the realm of the...odd. A smile pulled on her lips as they talked of luck, when she compared it to her earlier misguided assumption, but to her he had been lucky...what was the old man getting at? Mildly shocked was a good discriptor of when she heard Kyle admit to making something happen, something move without touching it, that was...that was like Vos, like Jedi. Kyle couldn't be a Jedi...no. But the conversation drove on down that very path, she could feel as her jaw tightened and her fingers quickly found her hips, the nails digging into the flight suites material. Kyle couldn't be a Jedi, it just wasn't fair! Jedi were single unreproductive hermit warriors! Sure they were great for war, saving lives, and bringing back peace or hope when there was no sight of it before...but they never loved if the stories and this living relic were any example then it was also true. If, and if it was true...she could never be-never be more. They rambled on, about darkness, about why would be...how there was no other way than for Katarn to be a Jedi. All the while she was strapping metal bands around her heart, three bands to keep it from breaking, three bands to keep the pieces together when it did. The old man was an old Jedi himself, the proof was verified. Single even if trained beyond the age, hermits and warriors by trade. Even if that connection was lost to the force they still were, and so one more hopeful glimmer died as her stars of hope...of future began to twinkle out almost as they formed. Three bands strained from within, and a heart was cracking. They talked of humor, Yoda, Qu Rahn- that really set a fire to their conversation-but it was lost to her. All within emotions raged, jaw locked, fingers tug, toes curled, shoulders locked, and a slanted smile or grin played upon her face for the world to see. Inside the battle of heart and mind raged, grasping the heart reached for stars that seemed out of reach, and finding nebula's of the past, hopes that had played out. Memories of chances she had let drift by, times where she could of possibly made them come true, but had let them die in their fiery blaze that was the moments passing by. The mind weighed the present and future, tasks that nearly broke the scales as it tried to add the weights provided by the heart. Love was unlikely, the form desired could not be found with the added equation factor of Jedi. Down all the paths and through all the charts it searched, but in the end all it found was a fork in way. The options to continue as was seemed most wide and easy to follow though further cracks and fissues would form through out the years and looks. To the one side was the option to leave, to run from this place, from him and find solace someday in another was thin with a rough begining. The option to admit to talk with him was most fraught with danger, if accepted the highest heights were opened before done, but if rejected the depths deeper and darkner than death stretched out before her. She would have to... Together? What did the old visor just say? So the paths were narrowed by another, now only two stood ahead, and both brought their dread. TAG: Ramza, Saint, TLI, Matt -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 11/3 5:26pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC:Ram Zerimar & Davin Felth Davin Felth’s Apartment, Taris Felth and Zerimar slashed and parried at each other for the better part of a standard hour, by the end neither was a clear victor. The only things that they had achieved were honed skills, sore muscles, and a new friendship. Neither warrior could pinpoint any longer what the problem was between them that had spurred Felth’s desire to destroy Zerimar. Laughing, the duo replaced their borrowed blades and walked to the nearest weapons dealer to pick out their own personal vibroweapons. Ram liked the feel of the vibroblade he had been practicing with so he purchased one close to it, but had the ability to be upgraded. Davin on the other hand opted for two knuckle plate vibro blades that the shopkeeper claimed belonged to a clone commando that retired on Taris, but Davin was sure they were stolen. The pair then walked back to Felth’s rented apartment in the Upper City to reenergize with a good healthy synthesized meal. Davin walked over to where he was keeping his meager amount of personal possessions and pulled out a flask and two cups, then proceeded back to the only table in the room. “Care to wet your whistle with some Tarisian ale? This is the end of my family’s personal stock. I can’t even find it anywhere, even here.” He asked as he tilted the flask towards the Mandalorian. Ram simply put up a hand and politely shook his head, “Sorry friend, I don’t drink.” Davin just shrugged and tossed the cups back towards his gear as he took a pull off the flask. “I find that it dulls the senses, and I rely on all my senses to be at their best all the time. I think I’ll just stick with their poor excuse for water on this metal crusted rock they call a planet.” Ram was already missing the lush fields of farmland that had been Mandalore. He slowly picked at the food that he had gotten out of the synthesizer. Davin noticed the uncomfortable silence that had fallen on the room and decided to try and strike up a conversation. “So, whatever happened to that brat that zapped me outside that alleyway?” he asked as he dug into his own meal. “He betrayed us to Va… I mean Emperor Skywalker. He helped me out to garner favor only to turn around and hand us over to the Empire.” Ram was struggling with whether or not to tell the former Imperial that the traitor was also his son. Felth slightly choked as he took a swig of his prized ale. “So let me get this straight. The kid, who was part of SAGed, saved you by literally zapping me. Then he used this traitorous act to get buddy-buddy with your leadership. But then he leaves your welcoming embrace to run to the vial clutches of the enemy he just betrayed. Wow that kid has some guts.” Ram had to let it out, he could no longer keep it to himself. “If you think that was gutsy you’ll completely lose that drink in your belly when I tell you this…” he paused to allow Davin a chance to finish the next swig that he had pulled from his own flask, “…the kid was my son.” Felth just stared at him in wide eyed amazement. He had no idea how to follow that shocker, instead he just turned on HoloNet News to end the silence that had descended once again. But the image that they were greeted with caused the silence to be filled with utter amazement. Palpatine once again stood before them speaking. “As you see, reports of my death have been . . . precipitate. … For there is only one Emperor. And there will always be only one. Me.” Neither one of them moved during the entire transmission and even for the few minutes that followed. Ram just looked at the former stormtrooper. “So… what do you do now? Your Emperor has returned and division has once more returned to your government.” Felth blinked several times before responding, “I am no longer an Imperial. I am a freelance mercenary under the employment of the Rebel Alliance, if they’ll have me.” Ram just took one last bite of his food and then wiped his mouth. “Well then mercenary, why don’t you come with me and find my friend Goran Beviin. He’ll have ear of our Mand’alor and will give us a mission to go against this two-headed dragon.” With that the two of them stood up and sought out the leaders of the nomadic Mandalorian clans. TAG: BobaMatt -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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Sawn_Kassal Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 11/3 6:24pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Zarith Serar Taris, Upper City, Horizon Hotel Bar Zarith couldn't help but shake his head "Tsk, tsk Muri. You act as though you've seen a ghost," of course the back from the dead speech from Palpatine had shocked him as well. He'd heard of the Force from Calo and Gunlock, studied the Jedi and had heard this and that about the so-called dark side. Though he never knew it would be capable of bringing a man back from the grave. Still, he was all-to-eager to see Palpatine back in his and Vader with him. "I see you're still more a blunt object then a precision instrument." "Subtlety is not a common trait amongst Corellians and Mandalorians" which were in his mind, his people. He'd never grown up around other Zabrak so he knew little of their culture or their ways. He grew up on Corellia and spent the last decade of his life raising hell with two Jango Fett clones. "I may not be some perfectly trained warrior from birth as you old friend, but I still get the job done" gesturing toward the server droid, he ordered a Corellian ale and told it that all the other gentleman's drinks should be put on his tab. He pointed at the empty chair at the table, "Sit down and join us." "Don't mind if I do," he replied to the Echani, taking the empty chair and taking a seat. Regarding the two other men with his organic eye, he still carried a general expression on his face. Not blank as usual, but not really happy or unhappy either. Just easy going. "Your exploits are spoken of like legends. Calrissian, your business practices and card tricks are the subject of quite a few good stories. And Solo, you're obviously a fellow Corellian, a well known one at that. That alone merits you respect from me, few get that. It took Muri quite awhile to earn it, even after our first gunfight against the Imperials together. However, you are also a good pilot and I also hear your charm exceeded even Calrissian's when you were able to woe a Princess" By that time the server droid had returned with his ale, taking the mug from the tray he raised it in toast to Han and Lando "A toast to you gentleman" throwing the mug up, he began to chug it, slamming it down on the table. It wasn't often Zarith showed the kinder, more open personality. Parts of his past, parts of Torric, that were still with him. Even professionals had to have some fun from time to time. As Muri recounted the events that lead to their meeting and work ventures, Zarith couldn't help but chuckle under his breath "Alot of hauls and alot of fights this man and I have been in together, don't let him fool you, he might look old but he's a hell of a shot and a hell of a brawler. We never really looked for trouble, it just always has a way of finding us. Be it aimed at him or me." with half his ale gone already from the tall mug, he now began to sip at the beverage. "Anyway me and the guys were just talking about stirring up some trouble, I know you've got no love for the Empire. You want in?" Another surprise to beheld, a grin spread across the Zabrak bounty hunter's face. "You know if you put trouble and Empire in the same sentence I'm going to jump on it like a kath hound. The Tracker is always spoiling for a chance to rain some chaos on the Imperials. Count me and the Sting in" He knew better than to get too drunk lest Muri might try and con him into something else, something that might cost him a few credits. The old Echani was well known for that sort of thing, though Zarith always made it a point not to get too drunk around the man. Prime and proper as he might present himself, Muri was still a scoundrel. Zarith likened him to a politician working in the fringe. That was as close a parallel as he could draw. Of course that was why he liked Muri. Well mannered, but not a snob. Wealthy, but not greedy. High class, but not so much that he wouldn't break down and have a drink with the middle and lower class sentients. TAG: Kahn, Han, Saint -----signature----- Formerly Lord_Moordenaar "You lizards should learn that I'm a lot scarier than you are." - RC-1138 "For Mandalore!" - Canderous Ordo's battlecry
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Saintheart Title: RPF Manager/Kensai Emeritus Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 11/3 6:26pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/3 6:27pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Saintheart
	OOC: And finally, I can catch up with Lando! Sorry about the delay, guys... IC - Lando Calrissian Taris The day had been going exceptionally well. Han and Muri had gotten into the drink, and while Lando hadn't exactly been acting the teetotaller himself, he was into the two smugglers for at least another round thanks to a quick bluff and the good luck of ending up with a Bladesman's Face in his hand -- the revelation of which drew groans from Solo and a snort from Muri, who'd shaken his head and laid out a single Empress in an otherwise unremarkable hand. Han, of course, started saying it was time to really start playing, over the (nonverbal) objections of Chewbacca. Han, of course, had always been a bit predictable like that. Except, of course, for that one hand in which ownership of the Falcon had been part of the stakes. And then, of course, the Emperor decided to show up and throw cold water on the party, with a cackling, self-aggrandizing address to the galaxy at large that set Lando's teeth on edge more than it scared him (although that could've been the drink, as well.) Han, to his credit, responded with a call to arms that was taken up by a number of people present -- including a snarl of affirmation from Lando himself, wordless though it was. After all, even if it was an improvement, the Empire was now into him for a profitable mining establishment and a good right arm. The pugnacious atmosphere, though, was interrupted. Lando's hand dropped towards his (borrowed) blaster instinctively -- when Muri Mikaru tensed up, it was usually best to have your hand near a good weapon. But that, too, dissipated rapidly as Muri introduced the big mercenary who'd addressed them. Lando shifted a little to make room for "Zarith", unable to keep a smile off his face. Han he could read in a sabacc match, Muri less so, but an unknown quantity was always a random factor -- and random factors helped gamblers, despite what the wisdom said. "He's a good guy, bit rough around the edges, very straight forward, but there's nothing wrong with that eh?" Muri was saying. "Him and most of us," mumbled Lando. A sudden thought occurred to him, and he peered closer at the mercenary again as he sat down. "Wait a sec -- Zarith Serar, was it? I had a little duelling tournament up on Cloud City a couple years ago, part of the Season's End festival I was holding. Seem to remember someone by that name in the competition. Were you at that one?" TAG: Sawn, HS29, Kahn, BobaMatt? EDIT: Argh, Sawn got his post in a few minutes before I did. Editing to reflect the update. -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood . Yes, I'm still here, but can only check in x1 per day. Please be patient!
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