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LordTroepfchen Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/2 6:41am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Hoole Meditation-Chamber Vision after Vision after Vision . . . they hit him like strikes from a blade of burning plasma. Everything unfolds. Everything comes to this very moment. Everything is connected. Him, Xeny. Krayt. The Dark Lord. He remembers the Dark Lord of the Fools. One and a half centuries had passed without him ever kneeling before anyone. But he knelled before him. The Dark Lord of the Sith, the Sith themselves. The One Sith. It wasn´t often that he had to provide this gesture. But when he had to, he did without hesitation. He knew the mechanics of superiority. It is the year 97 after the Battle of Yavin. And he is a Sith. "Rise, Lord Atavus." The deep and steady voice of Darth Krayt thundered through the Throne Room of the Fortress of Korriban. And he rised. In his dusty coat, his lightsaber clipped to his upper leg. The black armor beamless and worn out around his torso. Another war had ended. Another secret battle to destabilize another sector to set another plot into motion in the endless game of invisible moves the Dark Lord played with his unknowing enemies. Again Darth Atavus had succeeded without revealing himself. These wars . . . they were nothing. Lesser distractions. Almost unworthy of his attention. "Again you have shown your worthy of your title, Fist." Darth Krayt nodded. "Yet I haven´t summoned you to discuss your campaign in the Tapani-sector." The Dark Lord nodded and his aide stepped to his side. The young Darth Wyyrlok III. Son of Darth Atavus once teacher. The man nods to Atavus. And he nods back. If the boy would only guess he owes his new power to him. And the foolishness of his mother. "The Sphere." Hoole simply states the subject he considers to be center of the coming discussion. "Yes, my predecessor´s final masterpiece. The construction you and her have developed for the secret fortress of Roon." Darth Wyyrlok the Third adds. The Dark Lord, sitting there in his Voduun armor, says nothing. Only watches. Darth Atavus is too far beyond fear to be intimidated by that. He slowly turns his had to the young Wyyrlok. "You have a question?" He asks. Wyyrlok nods. "Where comes the power from you wish to focus in such a powerful nexus? You would need thousands of . . ." Darth Atavus looks at his Dark Lord. Darth Krayt has broken his promise once to keep his secrets. And surely he suspects the death of his regent was the result of her digging too deep into Atavus past. As expected he doesn´t repeat his mistake. He simply raises his hand. "Darth Atavus alone is meant to carry that knowledge, Regent. Leave us alone, now." Wyyrlok leaves without another word. And with a speed and grace one would not have thought possible the Dark Lord rises. Slowly he walks over to the table in the aft-part of his throne room. Where a huge conference table houses most Assemblies of the leadership of the Sith. The plans for the Sphere are spread all over the table. "Your talents for manipulating battles would multiply through such a meditation device, Lord Atavus." He calmly says. The threat of betrayal in every word of his, without even being hinted at. "But I feel the witches hand in this. Her dark arts have influenced this." He hisses and looks up. Facing Darth Atavus. Darth Atavus, impressive in height but a little smaller than the Dark Lord looks back. He is tired, the Lord. Hiding it. Skillful. Yet Atavus sees it. Soon he will return to stasis. Waiting for his time to come. The witch. Yu´Dor. Of course she has helped. Provided the ancient tombs they had harvested the necessary knowledge from. But admitting the alliance would be his undoing. "The witch? An ally of my former Master?" Darth Atavus asks. Uninterested. Darth Krayt turns his head. Eyeing his underling. The arrogance in his eyes make him angry. But he controls his anger. Channels it. Hiding it in the force. "Perhaps." Darth Krayt hisses and hands the plans to Atavus. "Proceed." He then says and turns. "Yes, my Master." Is all Darth Atavus replies and he turns to leave. To leave for Roon. It has begun. And Hoole feels his chest tightening, his breath fail. He is suffocating, yet he can´t let go. Not yet. Not yet. Tag: Nobody -----signature----- Member of the "German-Triumvirate", GDG, CDG
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/2 2:46pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Tomb Raider "I expect a Mandalorian knows how to keep true to his contract, Selpha Nephrite. Or you won´t receive any payment you desire." Despite being part of a race of people that killed and fought for money, Selpha didn't care about the money at all when it came to killing Cley Nephrite; she would've willingly helped Romar for free as long as she was going to get the information she wanted on her deranged relative. The temptation to actually shoot the Vulture right here and now came to mind if nothing else then because of the stories she knew of the Vulture and what she could expect from her employer; just out to get things that he wanted, to use people and toss them away, all the while thinking that he was superior just because he was very good at hiding while leeching off the work that he sent others to do. He possessed traits that had their own despicability that Selpha absolutely hated, especially when it came from a male. At least her own dead "father" had done his own dirty work himself... The thought of shooting the Vulture came and went though when her adopted father's - Kayl's - teachings of honor came to mind and even her mother's wisdom of calm. She'll stick to her contract, she'll help Romar, and then she'll get the information that may allow her to get to Cley and be done with this. Let everyone else slaughter each other for all she cared; this conflict meant nothing to her. Only Cley. Though she'd be happy to experiment with the Vulture's unfamiliar biology in her own, grisly Mandalorian fashion if he decided to try and double-cross them. "Then let us go. We don´t have time to waste." She stuck the Vulture's blaster pistol to her belt - and no, she didn't think that was the only weapon he carried - before following after Romar, unslinging her rifle. She had been lucky that the weapon hadn't been destroyed on Travnin; the magnetic coils had simply gotten knocked way out of alignment that took some delicate work to repair during their trip to Karideph. With her conversion kit, she had switched out the barrel of the Nari and instead of the sniper rifle she now carried the carbine variant of the weapon since it seemed like it was going to be close quarters from here on out in this museum. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins, SirakRomar, TheGoodImperial ---- IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Forum Seemed like U'tek wasn't the one he had to worry about. Instead, it ended up being himself that he should focus on saving. The Force warned him about very imminent danger and without a second thought he jumped to the side. He was lucky to avoid the explosion, an explosion that caused him to feel a hundred people die as they were caught instead, but the shockwave still caused him to land flat on his hands and knees rather then on his own two feet. Stretching out with the Force, searching for an attack, Tenk started to get back up to his feet- Behind! He, unfortunately, only had time to realize that someone was indeed behind him before a solid kick sent him towards a nearby wall. It was only on instinct that allowed Tenk to turn and have his side slam against the wall rather then his face. Pain lashed up his left arm and side but otherwise he was alive. "Too easy." For now anyway. As he turned, Tenk found his black-armored assassin, the Hunter stepping up to him, with a weapon that looked like a blaster in hand that he was now pointing at his head. A human? He couldn't tell, not with that armor, but that kick held much more strength then a human would normally have. Didn't matter, this guy wanted to kill him. The Force now flowing through him, Tenk launched himself from the wall, one hand going to his lightsaber. He didn't activate it - not when he was apparently surrounded by a Force-user-hating populace - but he tore it from his belt nonetheless and kept the hilt in hand. His other hand came up and Tenk actually raised it right at the barrel of his opponent's weapon to grab it. He could absorb whatever blaster bolts it fired while his other hand came up with the hilt of his lightsaber and smashed it into the wrist of his opponent, not only to disarm him but to hopefully shatter his wrist with the armor looking weaker there. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins, sprintabm -----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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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 GM & RPF Summer Champion Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/2 3:15pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	ooc: LordT I love those scenes, they are fantstically binding this all together . . . so well. Chapter Four: Blinded by the Light is nearing it´s final third. It will be wraped up in the next scenes and then lead to . . . Chapter Five: No Trust Among Traitors Pergitor Forum Music - Unlikely Alliances They were simply taken by surprise. Explosions. Fire. Shootings. U´tek saw from the corner of his eye men opening fire on the troops of the Church. His own three opponents fell without firing a shot. Only Lornok tried to stand up after being knocked down by a fleeing citizen and wanted to run away, when U´tek grabbed him. Panic broke loose in the forum. The followers of the church scattering everywhere, looking for cover. "Don´t kill me! Don´t kill me!" Lornok screamed and held his breath as the Cathar had taken him hostage. A trooper that had come close U´tek pointed a blaster at his head. Not even these amateurs could have missed in that proximity. He never pulled the trigger, as he collapsed with a burning hole in the back of his head. The executioner was a blad headed man. A man U´tek had seen before on Gesaril. Colonel Glave. A stormtrooper. Glave did not wait for U´tek reaction but turned back to the approaching soldiers of the Church, who had to fight with the float of bodies around them. Another two hits killed another two men. Then the Imperial turned to U´tek. "No Jedi, no Sith. I think we both should deal with this alone." He hissed through his teeth. "Deal?" He asked and looked over to a large figure in an armored exoskeleton unleashing his red lightsaber into the nearing soldiers, slaying several civilians in the process. "Let´s kill each other or get out of here." He then hissed. Looking U´tek straight into the eyes. The Hunter pushed the trigger. Just as Tenk thought he could absorb any fire coming from it, he was hit be something that wasn´t absorbable at all. Gravity. A wave of blurry power grabbed him and hit him into the wall behind. Two of his rips smashed, as he saw the world in incredibly slowness. Himself being crushed into the concrete. Debris of his impact flying around him. A gravtiy-gun. A perfect weapon to fight Jedi. Tenk hadn´t heard of any existing anymore in a long time. With an inhuman roar the Hunter leaped towards Tenk now spitting laser-fire from the second barrel. While Tenk felt the taste of blood on his lips. This creature, whatever it was . . . was very used to hunting Jedi. Tag: sprintabm, Sarge211 Karideph Museum, 22nd Floor Music - Museum No Lancers. No Xenly. The museum was no trap. No stronghold. Nobody was there. Only the hoards of Xenly trying to breach it´s shields and the three figures wandering into the dark of the halls. Where they finally found what they had been looking for. Karideph had an exhibitioon about Jedi. Lightsabers on the floor, holograms of Sunriders and Skywalkers from all periods of times. Only pictures of Sith were missing. The private founders of the exibition hadn´t dared to cross the rules of the galaxy in any way. The Holocron itself was behind a cubus of glass. A pyramid. Glowing in a pale blue as Kira Romar entered the room. The force had beomce increasingly stronger in her. While Selpha felt the little awareness of it she had clouded, dimmed and uncomfortably intruded by feelings of anger that weren´t her own, Kira felt cleansed. Clear of all distractions. The force surging through her, reacting to the slightest thought of focussing it. Danger was coming, but it was still away. Kira felt the Black Lance. The Xenly and even someone else coming from far beyond the planet´s limits. And she felt Asaja Morine. Her echo, at least. Somewhere hidden insdie the crystaline structure of the small pyramid before her. Tag: SirakRomar, Sarge221, TheGoodImperial Gesaril Kat´lar - Asteroid Music - Flight (I am pushing you guys a little forward, sorry. Draco approved my use of his character) Kiar was of all the resisters the only one making it. While Melmot´s strengthened force-push had made it possible to shake their pursuers, the other two loyal to Kiar had been still in the Chamber and now became eaten alive by the Yarong. Uhl leaped into the exploration vessel. Four-seated, organic and not equipped with a hyperdrive it was the only ship he trusted. His own growth. untainted by Eloa Lan´s shapers. Crew. "Get in, get in!" He screamed and Kiar and Melmot took their seats. Melmot still burning from a feverish hatred. Not his own, but not truly another ones. As the organic seal of the hangar opened the ship slipped out. Outside heavy fire rained into the Kat´lars side. The two remaining turbo-lasers poured out green fire into the Yuuzhan Vong´s ship. "How? Kiar, how could tihs have happened?" uhl screamed while dodging a volley of burning plasma. They came from the Kat´lar. Ignoring the Asteroid their own ship tried to shot them down. Without a Yammosk not an easy task. "FIRE!" Qatlar Qat shouted and his warrior tried another burst. They had lost most of the ships systems. Bleeding to death the Kat´lar needed to withdraw. Yet the warleader did not think about it. "Prophetess! Avatar of the Last God, we cannot win this battle. Let us jump. Let us SAVE YOUR MESSAGE TO THE GALAXY!" A Shaper begged Eloa Lan. Her Yarong all around her, swarming restless through the room. "The aftpart of the station, Code 223.811.711. Opens a door!" Melmot shouted. "It´s the Sith secret escapehangar!" He yelled. Uhl nodded and hurled the ship out of the fire lane of both combatant capital objects. Looking on the sensor he grasped breath. "Yarong. Yarong is on board of the Asteroid!" He shouted out. Melmot only laughed maniacly. "of ocurse he is. The hangar. He is sealed, they won´t be there!" He screamed. As the hangar doors opened the Kat´lar turned and was ready to jump. Tag: Mitth, Draco, Rachel -----signature----- Member of the "Triumvirate" - GM of 133 ABY I have seen younger man called old - LordT Some men just wanna watch the world burn . . .
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/2 6:46pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Shaper Laaxtiin Kiar Kat'Lar Laughter seemed to follow his fleeing footsteps, but it was not the only thing he knew. The disfigured Yuuzhan-Vong ahead of him turned raising it's hands. As he passed he recognized that it was a masquire, from what happened next it had to be Melmot! Somehow the being was still alive, as impossible as that seemed the gods had answered his prayers in a most unconventional way. Standing next to the ship that was prepared he motioned his people inside as he waited to only have the poor masquir show up in his vision, but unmeeting of his own eyes. "Hurry. They will jump away from the Asteroid, soon." Melmot hissed. Nodding he entered the ship himself, "Get us in there!" he hissed as he settled in his seat. TAG: Draco, Rachyl, Fin TAG: Draco, Rachel, Fin -----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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RachelTyrell Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 6/2 7:16pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	The Avatar of Yun´Yarong a.k.a. Eloa Lan Aboard the Kat´lar "FIRE!" Shouted Qatlar Qat. And Eloa Lan pushed herself to the feed again. Her Yarong screaming out in anger. Her anger. "Yessssss. FIRE FIRE FIRE!" She yelled. A young Shaper took her hand and begged to her. "Prophetess! Avatar of the Last God, we cannot win this battle. Let us jump. Let us SAVE YOUR MESSAGE TO THE GALAXY!" She looked down on him. Hissing. Fighting the urge to extend her sting of her right hand and kill him. He was right. The Yammosk was dead. The ship not constructed for captial-ship combat. "EEEEEWEAAAAARGGH!" She screamed out smashing the console she leaned against. "Retreat." she then hissed and her shoulders lost all tension. Melmot. The Siath had escaped. It hadn´t been meant to be this way. It hadn´t been meant to. Tag: Fin
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/2 7:50pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	OOC: With my Catapult Turtle I can launch my Dragon Champion toward your castle, shattering it's flotation ring and thereby causing it to collapse on top of your monsters! IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Forum That...hurt. Whatever that just was. His worst case scenario was that the Hunter's weapon was actually a slugthrower and he would've just ended up with a hole in his hand. However, it wasn't a blaster bolt that he could absorb, nor was it a slugthrower. It was...nothing. All of a sudden Tenk just found himself flying backwards, smashing back into the wall again but this time with a bit more of a devastating effect, feeling two of his ribs suddenly break because of...whatever he had been shot with. Was that a gravity gun? With his knowledge of weaponry he had heard of such things but they haven't existed in such a long time. It seemed real though, and so did its effects. Having been crushed against the wall, the blood on his lips, how everything had seemed so slow. This was not just any ordinary weapon, it was also a weapon that worked quite well against Jedi. He had lost his lightsaber too, having dropped it when he got hit by the unusual weapon. Close-up, bad, Tenk managed to think while he drew on the Force, using it to help him recover. It actually probably wasn't too much of a loss, considering how the lightsaber wouldn't have had been much help against the gravity gun. Would help with those blaster bolts that the Hunter now decided to fire at him though. Despite how his ribs wouldn't like it, Tenk rolled to the side, using the Force to give him some extra speed as he pushed himself back to his feet to work on dodging and just to keep moving while keeping his distance from the Hunter; he didn't need to get hit by another of those gravity shots again. But he desperately needed a weapon. He wished that the lightsaber - as good of a weapon as it was - wasn't the only thing that he had brought with him. He wish that he had brought a blaster. Kind of like the ones that were scattered around along the ground when he looked, no doubt from the church guards that were lying on the ground, dead apparently. Tenk reached out with his hand, summoning a blaster pistol to it so that he could use it to fire upon the Hunter, using the Force to help guide his shots while he continued to keep moving. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins, sprintabm -----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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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 6/3 6:04am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	The Vulture Museum, Karideph All the answers, all the questions were here. And Kira Romar. Things were falling into place, but he was ever watchful. He had played for too long not to understand the dynamic of the game. After his move, the daring move to involve himself into this personally, it was now Hoole´s turn. He watched Kira Romar approach the Holocron. But he himself turned to Selpha Nephrite. "She will access it and it will guide her right were she belongs. You know, she has been wrong about one thing. I haven´t planted it here. The man Cley Nephrite is working for, he has. Like a track of grain for an andorian chicken. And look, she picks up another one." He folded his arms. "I know you, Selpha Nephrite. Deny it if you want, but I know more about you than you do yourself. And I know you want Cley Nephrite so badly. SO BADLY." He hissed the last word. Making a grimace, half understanding and half mocking her. He wasn´t afraid of her. She had no idea who she was dealing with. "And I know you´ll need me for that. Because in man-to-man combat . . . you are a few years to young for him. A few leagues beneath his level of experience. If you want to kill him, end his reign - his perverted - twisted version of the Mandalorians . . . you´ll have to get him, when he doesn´t expect it. And there are few moments when that is the case. Kill me, deny me and you´ll only be the 27th Mandalorian killed by him in duel. Well, the number is from last week. Might be old, actually. Help me, now. Win this war . . . and I´ll hand him to you. On a silver plate." He gave her a broad Jovan grin. "And are you and your people even aware of what he has prepared to your homeplanet?" The Vulture asked. Fully aware she wasn´t. Nobody was. Except him. Knowledge was power. It didn´t become any more obvious than in this case. The fate of Mandalore and a few hundred other systems lay in his hands. Time to make good use of it. Tag: Sarge221 mainly, SirakRomar, Fin Good to be him again. And this time . . . in the open.
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SirakRomar Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/3 6:33am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Kira Kara Romar Museum on Karideph The force blazed inside of her. She felt so aware. So incredibly . . . powerful. She couldnßt help but stare at her hands. Feeling the urge to use this power. She felt the Vulture. Even now he feelings and thoughts hidden. yet she knew he wasn´t in his true form. Another Clawdite? Like the Sith? Selpha was near. Anger. So many aggressive urges inside of her. So many feelings, yet uncontrolled. the woman was dangerous. She could turn on her or any other every moment. yet, Kira was well aware she herself for all her power and the proud Mandalorian were nothing compared to The Vulture when it came to danger. No Emperor, no Sithlord had captured him. Jedi had died and worlds burned for crossing his path. Can I let him go? Can a Jedi, or any righteous soul let such a man escape and begin his shadowy rule anew? A laughter answered in her mind. Can you? Ask yourself, Kira. Do you want to? Darth Zorn´s voice had a sudden intensity she wasn´t used to. "I am a Jedi. Not matter what happenes, they can´t take that from me." She whispered, while nearing the Holocron. Meaningless. A word. Jedi. An extinct kind of warrior, that´s all. You are part of a dying order, Kira. "I am serving the force. There will always be someone to serve it, Zorn. Alsways be a Jedi, call it whatever you want." She hissed back and her hands touched the cold glass of the holocron´s glass tube. You hate the force. You hate yourself for serving it. It has brought you only suffering, had made you descend into the deepest darkness of the galaxy and given you nothing for it. Nothing. It took you husband. Your friends. You are alone. Completely alone. And you want to serve it? Slave by choice to a force that brings violence and death? Zorn´s voice became faster, stronger. More intense. He is right. Regretably, he is absolutel right. Of course he is. he is in my head. Leave now. Go away and let the galaxy deal with the horrors it has given birth to. Don´t sacrifice another peice of your soul. It´s the only one left. She threw the glass cubus away, letting it shatter. "No, I will end this. Because someone has to. The only hope we have is the future." She whispered. "The future of those who survive this." She added then and a single tear ran down her face. Fool And a smile appeared on her face. "I know." She answered. Too much darkness was inside of her. Kira Romar had come as close to the Dark Side as she could. As close to it as it was possible without getting sucked into it´s dark void. Probably she would make this last step in this battle. But now it did not matter. Kira Romar was ready to die. Now she needed to know when, where and for what. "Asaja Morine?" She asked and reached out into the Holocron, activating it with the touch of her hand. Tag: TheSithGirly, I assume -----signature----- Sorry about my english. I try . . . I really do! Member of "ImperialesZentrum" from the first day to the last! And proud of it! Yoda is sexy!
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/3 9:10am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Museum "I am a Jedi. Not matter what happenes, they can´t take that from me." Selpha had been watching their backs. Throughout their journey into the museum, Selpha had glided around behind the group, her Nari carbine in hand and held in front of her, her gaze sweeping the entirety of the museum, always moving and ready to take on anything that would suddenly appear. Vulture did mention that Cley was coming and she had to watch out in case his men were indeed here and had set up in sniping positions. So far everything was clear. But Cley's men was only half the problem as was the Xenly were. Selpha could feel it and, actually on the planet and so much closer, she was just a tad disturbed by it. She almost didn't catch Romar's whispering but her awareness was stretched to it's limits for her looking out for the group; every sound, movement, and even smell was being looked out for, no matter how small. But she did and despite herself, Selpha looked over her shoulder to stare at the Jedi's back. Since they've met the Mandalorian has seen Romar change more then a Clawdite. The actual Jedi Romar that she met on Travnin, the Killer Romar during the fight with the Black Lancers, the Mopey Romar on the Tomb Raider, and now...what was this? Maybe it was the Xenly and Selpha's Force awareness actually being enough to pick them up but for some reason a memory came to mind. It was a general memory, just one of those sparring sessions that she had on Mandalore once training began. There was Kayl, an easy grin on his face, blond hair that he had gotten from his grandfather shining in the sunlight and the violet eyes of the Nephrite bloodline that Selpha inherited sparkling with amusement as he deflected strikes from the younger Selpha's training beskad. There was always a pattern with those sessions, Selpha would attack, Kayl would deflect, she would continue to attack and grow angrier at her failings, and then in mid-attack she would find herself sprawling onto Mandalore soil when Kayl changed tactics and struck back. And then always those words when she spat out dirt. "Focus on your enemy is the most important rule and the one made from common sense. What may not be so common is that focusing on your enemy's defeat is completely different from that. Focusing on your enemy allows you to fight while focusing on killing him allows you to die." It was sometime later that she understood those words, but before then the only thing that abated her anger that mounted during each training session after every time she was thrown onto the dirt, was when she turned and saw her mother on the side lines of each session. Her long black hair didn't shine so well in the sunlight and those brown eyes didn't show so much amusement as it was worry, something that Selpha was not only able to see but actually feel. It was only then that Selpha controlled her anger, picked herself up from the ground, and gave her mother a nod and a smile. It was only then that her mother smiled back as her daughter picked up her beskad. Staring at Romar's back, at the hair that was the same color as her mother's, as the Jedi moved towards the display, listening to those whispers, Selpha had to admit that she may actually feel...worried? "I know you, Selpha Nephrite." Like when they landed, Selpha slowly turned her head towards the Vulture. She knew the psychological effects of Mandalorian helmets; not only good head protection but when an enemy saw you they saw a faceless individual that hid whatever may be going through their minds so that all your enemy had to go on was how vicious and bloodthirsty those stories portrayed Mandalorians as. Selpha had used it to intimidate several others in the past with the "looming, armored, silent giant that could rip your head off" image. She wished it would work on the Vulture. That would at least be a little satisfying. But no, he just continued to go on and on with the "You need me and I need you to do this one thing for me to help you" speech that Selpha had been the receiver of before and thus an old one. He says that she won't be able to do this without his help, points out to some weaknesses of hers that may be a problem to getting what she wanted, goes on to say what her target has done, makes it sound like he shares her views on the subject, hints to a fate that may come down on her homeplanet- Wait. What? "What about Mandalore?" Selpha immediately asked, her fists clenching as she took a step closer towards the Vulture, ignoring Kira's approach to the holocron her helmeted head drawing closer to the Vulture's face. "Does he plan on doing the same thing as to what happened here?" TAG: TheGoodImperial, SirakRomar, DarkLordoftheFins -----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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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 6/3 10:25am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	The Vulture Museum His back to Romar and her ritual-like pproach to the sacred holocrons of hers, the Vulture allowed herself to smile. One of her own, not an imitation of Jovan´s. "Does he plan on doing the same thing as to what happened here?" Selpha asked concerned. Even beneath this mask she couldn´t hide that emotions. "Exactly the same thing. Only much, much faster." He hissed. And eyed the Mandalorian. "And killing him won´t even stop it. Why do you think I have hired you? Instead of him? I employed him quite a few times, until I learned of his plans. And there are things unforgivable even by my considerable low moral standards." He looked at her. "And I count on the fact you are a woman who doesn´t want to watch her world die. Eaten up by darkside insects." He said and turned again. Circling Romar and bringing some distance between himself and Selpha Nephrite. He knew he couldn´t push her to far, yet. She would need to do something very vicious for him. He would let her understand what was the prize he handed her for that crime. Watching Kira Romar he smiled. It wouldn´t be that easy. Something would soon happen, he knew it. It was never that easy. Where are you Overlord Hoole? Where are you hiding? Why do you stay away so long? The absence of his rival made him nervous. There was always Plan B. And then his last resort. He prayed it did not come to this. Tag: Sarge221, Fin, Sirak
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/3 11:12am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Museum Selpha's been manipulated, sure. Whenever a bounty hunter or assassin or someone takes a job just for the money they were being manipulated to a certain extent. She was used to that and it wasn't the Vulture's attempts - successful attempts she had no shame at admitting - that suddenly made her grow increasingly angry. Slowly, the hints of that red haze that nearly enveloped her on Travnin started appearing at the corners of her vision. The anger came quick, was even surprising at the speed which it built up, but somewhere in the back of the Mandalorian's mind she figured that it may have something to do with her Force awareness and the Xenly that populated the planet. "You." The word came slow, quiet, and taken on a tone that Selpha had used before and knew that it was only reserved when she was about to tear someone limb-from-limb. It was the calm, quiet, ominous tone that came right before the storm of blood and bones came through. "You hired him you say." Selpha was fully facing the Vulture who had taken the time during his explanation to get some distance between them. He probably knew what his words may end up doing to her. What he may not know was by how much. "You helped him you mean." If it wasn't for her armored gloves it was all possible that her nails could've dug into her palms and draw blood, how tightly she clenched them. It was that thing with the Vulture that Selpha came to know very quickly. It wasn't just the money he could give you, it could be what other help he could give you. The kind of help that started this all. The kind of help that allowed the hated Cley Nephrite to get what he wanted. The kind of help that allowed him to get where he was now. TAG: TheGoodImperial, SirakRomar, DarkLordoftheFins -----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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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 6/3 4:26pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	The Vulture Museum of Karideph Yesss. Finally she showed her true colours. A smile, one of his own again, played around his lips as Selpha´s rage began to rise. "Looks like your mother´s half is still there, is it? Do you feel anger? Raging urges to kill and destroy and . . . devour?" He lay his head to the side, as if he wasn´t aware of any danger. "Welcome to Xenly. they are in your head. They are already cralwing into your heart." He waited a moment for Selpha to realize. "Get yourself together and think. Me? Helping him?" He shook his head. "Not voluntaringly. I must confess it is through my mistake he has this fancy fleet. But that´s about it." The Vulture began circling the young Mandalorian. "Cley is not my enemy. He is the pawn of my enemy. My true opponent hasn´t shown himself, yet. My true opponent stays in the shadow and waits. I thought he was dead. I thought SHE killed him!" He pointed to Romar. "But again he had survived. And I did not know. I simply did not know. I tried to take over his ressources. The Black Lance. An army of mercenaries he had founded 250 years ago seemed a perfect candidate. So I contacted their latest leader. Cley Nephrite. Hired him. Made him do some rough jobs. Killed Hutts. Destroyed secret bases of ancient enemies." His lips curled. "While HE was watching and laughing. He soon knew all about my operation while in truth Cley Nephrite had one and only ONE Master. HIM. Because he offered him so much more than money. Or power. I introduced Cley to Nebula Industries. Ever heard of them?" The Vulture spread his arms. "No? Probably not. Very secret, very expensive. They rebuild old ships. The Black Lance ordered fifty. Waycrest-Class. FIFTY! So I asked myself, where did he get crew for those? Black Lance? Five, six at best. But fifty?" The Vulture smirked. "You know where? Still following? Or is this all a little to political for a killer like you?" He smirked. "Mandalore. That´s where he wanted to get the crews from. Hoole gave him for his services his homeplanet! They used an old facility for weapon-research there, sealed it and pushed a Xenly inside. One. A single one. Who began replicating. Replicating until there was no more room to expand to. Thousands. Waiting to be released." The Vulture hissed his words with disgust. "They´ll ask the current Mandalore to step down and make Cley the new one. If he doesn´t play along . . . he is fodder for the eternity. And the karkin´ Xenly! Hoole had planned this all along. In the war I had destroyed his power-structure. Now he used mine. My contacts to bring his pawn into position. Once I understood, I began a shadow war. A total war, in it´s own way." The Vulture suddenly cooled down. Becoming the icy cold professional again. It was shocking how little of Jovan the gambler was suddenly left. Except the face. He did not breath heavy after the outburst. He did not breath at all. "My first urge was to warn them. But you know what? What have you Mandalorians ever done for me? I have killed and hired you like everybody else, but what do I owe you. No I gave you guys a chance. To fight on the right side of this war. To save your pathetic little culture. I give you a chance to stop him. Through you. Kill me. Fail. Flee. Run. Lie. betray me. And I will never tell you where the Xenly are on your planet. And then, even if you kill Cley. Sooner or later . . . they´ll get out of there. Probably Hoole will even release them, anyway. Who knows? But if you help me, I´ll tell you where they are. I´ll tell you and you will save your people." He smiled. Then withdrew a bit, only to suddenly snap forward again. Something reptilian in his way he moved. "So tell me Selpha, sweet little warrior Selpha. Do you want a . . . DEAL?" He used Hoole´s own plans against him. He would make the house of cruelties his enemy had build collapse. And watch as Hoole get´s buried beneath. And this time, he´ll make very sure the ancient Weequay did not escape. Looking at Kira Romar, he grinned. Freeing her had been the first step. He was ready for the second. then, Endgame had begun. Tag: Sarge221, SirakRomar, DarkLordoftheFins
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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/3 4:51pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Melmot Aboard the Exloration Vessel Under heavy fire they reached the Asteroid. The secret hangar, where pusling, hammering the Xenly awaited them. Trying to force their entrance into the hangar. Melmot hurried out of the ship and buked. The poison was getting more power over his system. As Uhl and Kiar left, too he smiled. "Welcome to the world of Yarong. that´s what you called them, yes? Yarong?" He pointed to the hangar door, hardly keeping himself on his feet. "They want us. They want to devour us. They´ll find a way into this hangar. They are starving. Believe me, they´ll find a way in." Instead of his numb limbs he concentrated in the pain in his non-existent nose. "Listen Kiar. I wanted to use your Prophetess. But someone had been planning this all along. You Shaper there . . . asked the right question. How could she find a way to commune with them, unite with them in such a short time? She couldn´t. Someone had helped her. Doesn´t matter. now it is us three. We stop it, or nobody will. And I am not sure if I´ll make it." He painfully, desperatly smiled. The Yarong unleashed another round of attack on the blastdoors. Melmot hobbled over to a huge locker, opening it. Next to this one were five others. "So, if you have any questions, ask right away. I´ll tell you anything you want to know." The locker opened and he took a first-aid kit, a dark robe and a metal box out of it. Opening the metal box he ripped the upper part apart and took the lightsaber inside of it out of it. He smiled as he ignited the blade. Green. "My father´s lightsaber." He hissed and leaned against the locker. Then he turned to the two Shaper´s. Grinning he made an gesture to invite them. Aboard the single Nune-Class shuttle in this hangar. "Discuss on board?" He asked. Tag: Mitth
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/3 6:01pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Museum The red haze had been creeping into her vision but it wasn't enough to block her off from listening to the Vulture. It was only sheer force of will nonetheless that stopped her from leaping forward and trying her hardest to slit his throat, especially when he mentioned her mother. The helmet hid her face and thus the rage-filled violet eyes and the gritted teeth. But the tightly-clenched fists were visible - her carbine forgotten and simply hanging from her shoulder - and she was just very still as she listened. Listened to how deep Cley's betrayal really ran, of what he would do if this all continued. In all her life, Selpha never experienced such hatred for a single being as she did now. He was her father. That's probably what angered her the most. A savage of forgotten teachings, teachings that the Mandalorians of today shunned. He no longer cared for his heritage, his fellow Mandalorians, or his family. He just wanted power, control. To conquer the galaxy like their foolish ancestors had tried to do? What else did he wish to do with his apparent alliance with this Hoole and his pet Xenly? And building a fleet that would be crewed by the Mandalorians...or destruction upon their homeworld. The homeworld that their family had worked so hard to rebuild. Sel Nephrite who had first helped liberate it from the Imperials. And then Alec Nephrite who had worked so hard to manipulate Mandalore's most valuable resource - beskar - into the one thing that would boost the economy again, that allowed their partnership with the Verpine in the first place. That allowed Mandalore to truly prosper after over a hundred years of conflict on it's surface from the Imperials to the Yuuzhan Vong. And just because of his fellow Mandalorians refusing to agree with them he was going to destroy them all. To let them all be devoured by bugs. "So tell me Selpha, sweet little warrior Selpha. Do you want a . . . DEAL?" Selpha didn't trust herself to speak and allowed silence to stretch between them instead. All the hate, all the anger that suddenly filled her. She just wanted to let it all out, to focus it on something and utterly obliterate it. Cley, Xenly, Vulture, Romar, Hoole. It didn't matter who or what, she just wanted to kill something. She just stood where she was, shaking, for a long, long moment. The shakes soon stopped though. Her hands slowly unclenched. Her breathing settled. Finally she straightened and looked at the Vulture. "What would such a deal entail?" she finally asked. TAG: TheGoodImperial, SirakRomar, DarkLordoftheFins -----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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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 6/3 6:12pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	ooc: Oh I enjoy this! The Vulture Museum on Karideph He saw how Selpha Nephrite fought to keep the murderous rage of Xenly out of her mind. He saw her trembling, under the pressure he had once seen breaking Jedi Master´s. He had chosen well in bringing her into this game. Chosen well, indeed. "What would such a deal entail?" She asked. In her voice he heard the fight for control. He turned towards her. And said a simple, single world. the one word to which it always came down in the end. "Murder." He spitted. Grinning. And looking at Kira Romar. "MURDER." He repeated then, as the Holocron became alive. "A single . . . Murder." He repeated the word a last time as if he summoned the forces of the Correlian hell´s to commit that act. Tag: Sarge221
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