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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/3 6:33pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Museum "Murder." It only took a moment, as soon as the first word left the Vulture's mouth, for Selpha to realize what he was asking. She didn't even need the look that he sent towards Romar's direction; she understood just fine. The location of Xenly that would devour every single Mandalorian for the life of one Jedi. Kayl, the man that not only saved her mother but saved her as well, would die. The Nephrites would cease to exist. Mandalore would cease to exist. Just another bug-infested death trap like Karideph. A whole planet or a Jedi. The choice was obvious. "It's what I'm good at," Selpha finally replied, her voice utterly calm and very cold. 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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sprintabm Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/3 9:04pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	U'tek The Forum, Pergitor U'tek glared at the man, who he immediately recognized as the Imp stormie punk that dropped the thermal detonator on them back on Gesaril. He never forgot the face of someone that tried to kill him. The Imp had caught him at a very vulnerable moment. Although he had his carbine aimed at the man, the man had his blaster aimed at him. U'tek also had his other hand on the quivering Lornok, and was being shoved every other second by a fleeing civilian. He wanted to pull the trigger, but this situation did not guarantee his survival. What surprised him was that the Imp had actually saved him. Getting a soft spot for the Alliance like old times, was he? Maybe he had no love for those Sith monsters either, like the one in the crowd right now that could carve his way towards them at any moment. And this Imp wanted a deal. Take advantage of the situation was more like it. Where was Jedi Qatar? The question suddenly popped into his mind, and the Cathar quickly looked about. Of course, he saw nothing in the chaos. Why the hell did he leave his side?! Kriffin' Jedi! Can't trust them to work in a military operation for a second! Qatar made his choice; there was no way he was going to find the man in this mass of confusion now. U'tek's anger was clearly visibly on his face as he put his arm around Lornok's neck and yanked him up to his feet. His teeth and claws were bared. This Imp and his cronies probably started the whole thing! How the hell did he know that he was here? How transparant was this whole entire kriffing operation?! "Fine, Imp, deal!" He roared out his words to the man. "But if you kriffing double cross me I swear you and your kin will regret it! Lead the way!" TAG: fin -----signature----- SprintABM supports the destruction of mankind. http://designation-systems.net/dusrm/app4/sprint.html
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/3 9:10pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Shaper Laaxtiin Kiar Aboard the Asteroid Watching as the Sith did what he did Kiar moved forward looking with disdain at what he found himself in, and about to be lowered to once again. From the man's words he couldn't help but wonder if he was just using them now that he didn't have access to the Priestess? There was no way to be sure and no options to take or do now. At the gesture he nodded, "First. Have any more light-sawbers? If so bring them." Moving he motioned to Uhl to get about and get aboard the craft, "Get what you can aboard and let's leave." As he moved, hesitating on the brink of the ramp he looked at Melmot, distrust openly briming in his eyes, "You have our lives. I would ask merely what I have from the begining about the Yarong, who controls them, where they gain sustenance, but also what's your plan?" TAG: Draco -----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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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 6/4 2:11am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Si Kya Elsewhere The demon named Sae speaks more truths and lies... "Don´t worry, brother. She will die. Soon she will . . . die." He steps aside, And the darkness blinds, The man who looks like Sae but is not, Taking over my minds rot, A world unveiled, A truth pale, "Kira´s world," the monster snarls, "You are a failure, Si. useless." My soul carves, As understanding sweeps me, my grandfather recalled, Convinced, they say, that they'd been fooled, Sae's father? An entity darker? "Except of watching these worlds burn. "And burn. And burn." Hoole grins on that leathery face, "Useless," - he hisses my fate. To die with no past, No future to last, No - "WAKE UP, Si!" The Professor shouts and for a moment the delirium pushes away it´s cloudy cover and reveal Professor Trasc above him. "It´s them. The Xenly, they..." [/hr] "... are the Harbingers of the End." A true monster doth send, Yuuzhan Vong, A dark long, Xenly arm to hers, A galaxy of curse, "A Dark God." I scream, lost, Catacombs surround me, stoned and deep, Creatures at my feet, forever do they sleep, Their past? My past? I reach down for a gun. Wrench from hands numb, Protect the hive. Protect the hive. "NO!" Sae screamed, holding his head, crushing fingers into it, blood clawing under his fingers, the damaged hand grinding, cracking, bending, roaring in pain and horror. Then he is gone, again, back into the world where the darkness sings. TAG: Fin -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/4 2:52am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Melmot Secret Hangar "I got your life? Are you joking?" He hissed. Igniting his green blade and striking out at the next locker. He began looking for more blades. "You just escaped the ship of a megalomaniac who tried to become a bug an kills you. Don´t tell me I am a problem." He shook his head. Still every movement a gesture of anger. The Xenly were everywhere in his mind now. He took a moment to breath. Then turned to Kiar and grinned, turning immerdiately to open the next locker with a powerful strike. "Hoole. The name of the man behind it, all of it is Hoole. An ancient Darksider. Former Jedi, I suppose. Served the Sith for a few decades. Recruited me. Created Xenly. Yarong, as you call him. He is . . ." Melmot´s heart sank by only speaking of him. " . . . powerful. Really powerful. I thought he might help destroy the Sith, but he is worse. He is alone. No apprentices, no legacy. He simply coughs does not care anymore. All he tried to accomplish is to let the galaxy burn. Bring it to it´s knees so it has to accept his power. He is insane. But also very brilliant. Sith hunting him as a traitor. Jedi had tried to get him all his life. He can hide. But there is a catch. For him. He can unleash them and he knows a pretty rare force technique qith which he can control a few hundred of them for a time. But, and I suppose that´s our problem, he can´t control them all. Not anymore. You see. You asked how do they substain themselves? Through the force. They feed on fear, on anger. They feed even in their own living energy. They need no food, they do not age, they have no conscious thought except what the have once been. They are drones. Uncontrolled drones. Literally." Melmot had opened the last locker and finally found something, a shortsaber. And several grenades. "Their master died long ago, I think. They remained. Driven by his anger and hunger. Nothing else. Only his dark urges remained. And his final order. Spread. I doubt he knew what he had done to the galaxy." Melmot sat down while watching Uhl carry some seemingly useful things from his vessel to the shuttle. "My plan? I had a lot of possible plans. But it looks like I have biten more than I can chew here. I know they must be stopped. Visions of what the galaxy will be once they are everyxwhere torture me when I close my eyes. But I know one piece. there is something on Karideph. Something he needs. Soon everybody in this game will wage war about it. We need to get there. And we need to destroy it, Kiar. The Jedi and Resistance will be there, too. They are the best chance of an alliance we got. Alone we can´t stop him." He held his heart with his hand. The poison. It spread. "And as I might be dead on arrival, I want you to help me. In return I give you your great little war against your dark god. Karideph has plenty of him. And the chance to save your people. Because their is another catch. One for you. Hoole knows were Zekot is." And with that he through the lightsaber to Kiar. "You´ll like it, it´s vong-breed." He hissed. "If you want more, you will have to go looking outside. In the training room should be at least, still in the hands of their dead Sith Masters." Melmot curled his lips. He even hoped Darth Imperi was still alive. She would probably have knowns if there was another way. Tag: Mitth, Fin (who did a lot of this post and made it much better. Thanks) ooc: As Fin has given me free reign of my char, that is my plan, based on my informations. I hope it works.
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 GM & RPF Summer Champion Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/4 3:32am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	GM-Note: Last official post ever of Asaja Morine as TheSithGirly coming up. Vulture, Selpha, please give her some posts with SirakRomar and proceed when you arrive in the next Chapter. Which will be Monday or Tuesday, I suppose. Karideph Museum Music - The Museum Somewhere in the background The Vulture and Selpha spoke. Kira Romar could hardly hear them anymore. Or anything else. The force seemed to flow towards Kira so easily. So peaceful, while outside herself there was mindless rage. Besieging her peace. And her own fear and anger inside corrupting it from the outside. It wouldn´t hold long. The Holocron jumped alive and a much younger version of Asaja Morine appeared. About 30 centimeters tall she bowed her head and spoke with the firm voice she was so famous for. "I am Jedi Master Asaja Morine. Gatekeeper of the Kamparas Holocron. Please voice your question, learner." She said in an neutral but proud tone. Her gaze passing Kira and looking into the dark of the museum. Tag: TheSithGirly, SirakRomar Gesaril Asteroid Complex Secret Hangar Music - What remains of the Sith The Xenly were raging against the gate, which was slowly bowing under the pressure. Steam came from it´s hydraulic closing mechanism. It would soon fail. "Not all dead. Treachous little snitch." The voice came from the right corner of the small hangar. And the dark robed, wounded frame of a red-skinned human appeared there. Burns had disfigured his face, his leg seemed to be hurt, but it´s anger was blazing in his eyes like fire. Darth Archeos hissed as his yellow eyes pierced Melmot. "Foul Traitor!" He yelled and his red blade hissed into existence as the man found the strength to charge towards Melmot. Tag: Draco, Mitth Pergitor Forum Music - What remains of the Jedi The gun jumped to Tenk´s hand and the Hunter continued firing, missing the former Jedi barely. Tenk returned fire and hit the man three times. Thrown back hie stumbled, before shielding himself with his arm. The shots did not pierce his armor. A laughter came from his mouth. "Fool." He hissed and his gun attached to his armor, instead two blades jumped alive and he stomped towards Tenk. Tag: Sarge221 The Kat´lar Lightspeed Music - The Avatar "We escaped." The Shaper coughed out an collapsed. Next to him a Yarong appeared and even in his exhausted state the man jumped back frightened. The Yarong had given the Vong a lesson in fear. Qatlar Qat assembled himself. His face showing his disgust that they had fled. That they had let Kiar and Uhl life. Traitors. Lah, the Intendant died while being devoured alive by Yarong. A few Shapers looking in shock. But the warriors turned to Eloa Lan. "Where shall we go, Avatar of Yun Yarong. Where shall we begin?" They asked with eager eyes. They were ready for their final war. Eloa Lan had made sure of that. Tag: RachelTyrell OOC: Gone over the weekend! SirakRomar, too. Please don´t pick the game apart, until I return. And then we´ll close this Chapter and get to No.5, No Trust Among Traitors. -----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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TheSithGirly Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/8 6:47am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Holocron Projection of Asaja Morine Karideph The greenish light appeared and slowly formed into the shape of Asaja Morine. Younger than at the day of her death, but still in her realtive youth no beauty. He gaze was firm and knowing, looking right through the user of the Holocron. "I am Jedi Master Asaja Morine. Gatekeeper of the Kamparas Holocron. Please voice your question, learner." She then show an unusual smile, untypical of a holocron projection. "Welcome, Childe of Romar. What may I do for you?" And nodded. Obviously the Holocron knew who she was. Tag: SirakRomar ooc: go ahead, kill each other -----signature----- Member of the "German Triumvirate", CDG, Player of the awesome 128ABY, KesselBreak Imperiales Zentrum 1997 - 2005, rest in peace. The force was with you . . . Member of the GDG
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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/8 8:11am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	ooc: My favourite number is the twenty! CRIT! Melmot Gesaril Asteroid Complex "Darth Archeos? How did you little amateur survive Xenly?" Melmot spitted, but the other sith came charging towards him. Like him fueled by Xenly´s anger pulsing in the force. The gate´s wouldn´t hold much longer, but Melmot did not care. Death seemed to be a certainty, anyway. So he could die killing a Sith. "Then I´ll do their job!" He hissed and leaped into the mans´ charge. Their blades flashed in brilliant white, before both departed and began to furiously whirled through the air, searching for any hole in each other´s defense. Hissing, clashing blades. Melmot pushed Archeos back, step by step. The Sith screamed, yelled, but all his fury couldn´t match Melmot´s. Death filled him and death what all he was able to give. In a moment, where Archeos unleashed a furious combination of thrusts, Melmot kicked into his knees. Hearing the other mans bone crash he stepped back. As expected Archeos raised his arm, electricity bristling at his hand. Immediately the green lightsaber of the Vos slashed out and severed the arm, then spinning down and cutting the sSith into two pieces. Before the collapsed a third strike severed both halves. In five pieces, for of his body and his arm Archeos collapsed. "Only a Sith." Melmot grinned over him. And called the Sith´s weapon with the force. "Here, I found another saber." He remarked at Kiar and entered the shuttle. Tag: Mitth, Fin
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/8 9:05am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Forum "Fool." Of course. Tenk mentally sighed in exasperation at that, when he saw the bolts hit the Hunter's armor and yet it did not take him down. Of course he would be wearing armor that would happen to actually be protecting him. Was it the Mandalorian beskar or some other metal? He couldn't tell. He managed to detect where his lightsaber was at the very least, having dropped it back where he had been hit with that gravity gun. The gun that was now strapped to that armor of his. As the Hunter charged forward, bringing up blades for close combat, Tenk continued to fire blaster bolts at him while his other hand summoned his lightsaber. It lifted from the ground and with a command from Tenk, the lightsaber suddenly came to life, the yellow blade coming to existence as he aimed the weapon towards the Hunter from the side. Slicing his opponent's arm off or hitting another area where the armor was weak would be nice, but Tenk was aiming moreso for the gravity gun. Slice it in two or just slice it off his armor, it didn't matter. The former Jedi was more confident - despite being wounded - in a close up fight when it came blade-to-blade. But that gravity gun, if the Hunter used it again, he wouldn't stand a chance. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins, sprintabm ----- IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Museum "Welcome, Childe of Romar. What may I do for you?" She supposed now would be as good as time as any. Romar for her people. Slowly, in, one hand, the Mandalorian drew out the Vulture's blaster, the one that he had handed over when they had landed at the museum. In the other, Selpha drew her PK02. It was the best weapon for this situation. Romar for her family. The choice was obvious. No one, especially a Jedi, was worth more then her family. Especially if it meant saving them from these Xenly. Romar for Mandalore. "You might want this back," Selpha spoke to the Vulture and tossed his blaster pistol back towards him. She wasn't that stupid. As the blaster pistol left her hand, as it flew towards the Vulture, Selpha brought up her PK...and two beskar-made slugs now flew towards the Vulture as well. 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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LordTroepfchen Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/8 1:51pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Hoole Asteroid Alpha, Meditation Chambers He stayed on the ground, breathing, ripping his armor from his skin. His nose bleeded, his fingers had grabbed the ground so hard, the nails were bleeding. Yet he smiled. It was all clear now, the future, the end. He knew Xenly tried to kill him through these revelations. As always he had tricked Xenly. In making him believe in his power. While Hoole finally understood through his apprentice unlimited force. Yu´Dor had been right. They sent someone. For month he had watched the Sith and his relentless hunt for him. From Coruscant to Rishii, from Ukio to Byblos. Darth Insipid had gathered information. Followed the money. As smart hunters did. Until he found his operations within´the Minos Cluster. From there he had searched planet by planet. The Xenly had clouded the Sith´s perecpetion in the force. And Hoole had awoken from his dark dreams to prepare. It was the year 91 after the Battle of Yavin. He had been in trance for over decade. Dreaming his dark dreams and getting in lost in them, every moment a little more. After all those years, after Vader, Sidious, Lumiya and all those others the Sith had finally turned their attention to him. He had thought them to be extinct. And would have laughed at the thought, would he have remembered how to do it. Laugh. Finally, after almost a year of searching Hoole had allowed himself to be found. Lured the Sith into his domain. His home. The Asteroid had welcomed the human Sith Lord properly. Whispers from the dark and the fury of Xenly had began to soften the Lord´s defenses. As Hoole awaited him in his Chambers. In the center of the Asteroid. Sealed with high-powered energy-fields from his children. Darth Insipid fought his way through his children. Killing hundreds. No number of importance. Before he reached him, Xenly had regenerated his numbers. Yet Hoole kept his children from killing him. From eating him and overpowering him through thier numbers. He wanted to confront him. Wanted to fight him. Kill him. Because he needed it. Because even danger was something else than eternal darkness. He had grown as powerful as he could. Has honed his skills beyond what usualy force-users could ever experience. He mastered the blade unlike any other. And there was nothing to do. He was trapped with the powerful but crippled remains of his only apprentice. The Xenly. And he needed to feel alive again. Needed to reattach with the galaxy. The Sith would help him. The Sith was no stranger. Son of the former Insect-Queen. An old ally of him, echoing through the blood of this hunter. Lowering the shield he allowed the exhausted man to enter his inner sanctum. Memories and expectations mixed themselves into a deadly cocktail of cold anticipation. Death foreshadowing in the force. "Hoole?" The Sith Lord hissed. His red blade in his right hand. "Yes." He simply answered. One man. One man to kill him? Him? Who had never been defeated in a single duel? No, the Sith weren´t hunting him. They were probing his power. Sacrificing one of their own by sending him a signal. That they existed. That they were aware. Of him. He probably should have been flattered by this. He was not. "I am Darth Insipid. Lord of the Sith and I have been send to kill you." The man said under heavy breath. His yellow eyes bristling with hostility. Hoole´s lightsaber snapped into his hand. Revealing it´s blood-red blade. "As so many before you." He nodded. Not showing any emotions. Insipid did not take the chance of an early attack. Did not even raise his blade into his fighting stance. "I know. I know who you are, Overlord Hoole. And instead of wasting one of our lives I want to offer an alternative." The Sith Lord grinned. Hoole did not attack. He waited for the man to speak. "Join us." Insipid´s grin grew wider. "We may have the answers you seek. Ways you have not yet even thought off. Power. Ancient." Hoole did not react in any visible way. What did the man know about his questions and the possible answers to it? "What makes you think I would join you?" Hoole asked. Raising a brow. Asking himself, why he did not attack. Insipid´s grin vanished. Seriously he stared into Hoole´s obsidian eyes. His own yellow ones reflecting there. His lightsaber shut down. And he stepped closer. "Because you could have killed me month ago. But you didn´t. Because you need me." Insipid cooly said. "For what?" Hoole asked, his grip around his lightsaber tightening. He needed nobody. "To help you return. To the game. The great and only game." Insipid grinned again. The grin vanished as the red blade of Hoole flashed up. The Sith managed to ignite his own, but was to late to protect himself. The burning plasma of Hoole´s weapon slowly darkened the skin of his neck, where the lightsaber had stopped. Did he? Was it his wish to return to the game? Xenly. Could the Sith give him Xenly back? Could the reunite him with his old apprentice? His mouth curled in disgust for the Sith as his blade died. He understood. He had to try. And this man had suspected that all along. "Fine." Hoole said and nodded. It was the only comment he gave. The Sith were probably much more dangerous than he had thought. Soon he would know. Soon he would be one of them. Tag: Nobody Travnin 124 ABY Above the Streets It came from nowhere. A peiece of metal hitting ratep Sentarin into his chest, almost piercing it. As he went to the ground a second one came flying, laerger. A metal box, probably. Hurled right into his side and pushing him down into the streets where he painfully landed. "Stop! Stop!" He heard from far away. He had been poushed right into the way of his pursuers. Hardly a coincidence. And felt danger flash into the force in that moment. Tag: sprintabm The Hollow Star Cantina Jovan looked at the drink next to him and the blue fire burning on top of him. He still looked at it as the fire began to expand. Within´ a second enclosing even him and burning his skin. Hespar felt the danger in the force, as it happened. Rictor smiled as he had used his special ability to expand the fire. He nodded to Calek and his younger colleague withdrew into the shocked crowd as he began to fasten his steps towards the Jedi, directing the fire at him, like burning tentacles. In the last moment he withdrew his vibroblade, a short sword that had been hidden in his overall and leaped into the Padawan´s back. "Jedaaaaai!" Tag: DarkLordoftheFins -----signature----- Member of the "German-Triumvirate", GDG, CDG
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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 6/8 5:43pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	The Vulture Museum Karideph In slow motion he watched the gun flying towards him and then the two bullets coming after it. He turned his head. Did nothing to dodge them. Nothing to catch the blaster. He just waited for them to arrive. No trust among traitors I guess . . . Tensing he accepted the pain of both beskar-bullets ripping through his flesh, entering his chest. Ripping him of his feet. His body in the air. His thoughts faster than the movement. All I asked for was a Mandalorians loyalty . . . The gravity adjusting his flight and pushing him towards the ground several feet away from where he was hit. Crushing into the marble floor. And all I got is another enemy . . . The pain of the bullet leaving his body was almost worse then the one were it had entered. He felt the damage inside of him. He could feel the hole the bullet had carved into his flesh. Well, I should have known she is not new Fett . . . Laying there for half a second, he jumped up again. While leaping to his feet pushing the button at his belt. "Big mistake." He hissed and his wounds closed again. Before Selpha Nephrite could analyze the situation he attacked. Leaping forward and tensing his muscles. He put all his unnatural grace and agility into that leap. He probably couldn´t take out Romar alone. But the Mandalorian surely wouldn´t stand in his way. He would crash her into the next wall with such a power her bones would shatter. And he expected his surprise to have made itself known by then. Keeping Romar hopefully busy enough. Tag: Fin, for the dices. Sarge221 for the pain.
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/8 10:44pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Shaper Laaxtiin Kiar Gesaril Asteroid Complex Watching as the battle raged, or rather a battle whose only substance was rage...Yun-Yamka had to be getting a kick out of it. Maybe in the end that was part of the reason for their lives, entertainment value in all the hues and variations of the god's sky bridge that the dust and rocks had formed over Yuuzhantar. "Glad you found something positive from the encounter." he remarked to Melmots flippant remark as they entered the ship. A most harrowing occurance when ones goal wasn't to destroy it or the occupent heritics. If he made it home alive from this one he was going to have to sacrifice his ears to the shaper and a leg at least to Yuuzhan, Yamka, and Harla. Shaking his head he moved to the co-pilots seat and began flipping the switches requisite to get the ship started. "Shall we leave before more join?" was his only comment to Melmot. A slight jab verbally for his earlier comments. TAG: Draco, 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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SirakRomar Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/9 1:48pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	ooc: The Vulture!!! Kira Kara Romar Museum, Karideph Kira smiled. Seeing Master Morine again was comforting. It calmed her doubts. "Master Morine, I need to know everything about the creature´s known as the Xenly and how they . . . " She never ended her sentence, as suddenly danger poured into the force. Turning around, her lightsaber igniting in her hands she saw Jovan . . . the Vutlure . . . leap at Selpha. What had happened? He pale blue blade ignited, she suddenly felt confused. Not again. No more killing. On her knees. she was on her aching knees. He body abused by his thugs. And he was there. A a man above her. A man with Jovan´s grin. But not his face. Not even his body. "Should have stayed with the Jedi, old girl. Should have stayed with them." He said in a raspy voice and she felt calm, as the energy pierced her skull. She gasped as she stumbled back. Looking up at Jovan. At the Vulture. He lightsaber rotating in her hand she began to hcarge towards him. But again danger pierced her pereception, taking over all her senses. Whatever the Vulture had done, it was bad. Channeling the force she prepared for everything. Not yet. Not yet. Tag: Fin, TGI, Sarge -----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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LordTroepfchen Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/9 3:02pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Hoole Asteroid Alpha, Meditation Chamber Shaking, screaming, spasming he remained on hte floor. Visions now taking him with no interruptions. Xenly. His fist shattered the holotable. The force sending waves to all sides and crushing the Yuuzhan Vong shapers into the walls. "Master, we have tried any thinkable . . . " The Shaper before him began to explain but Hoole had his head already in his hands and smashed it into the remains of the holographic table. "Thinkable? Don´t tell me what is thinkable, Vong!" He screams, watching the blood spread on the shattered table. The skull cracked and with the force Hoole throws him into the wall behind. It was the year 76 after Luke Skywalker destroyed the Death Star. And all experiments had been failures. "I know you keep it from me! I know you are holding results back!" He shouts at the only Yuuzhan Vong not smashed into one of the walls. The woman snarled. Her left-face was a technological implant. An insult to her gods. And a woman who challenged gods was hard to impress by the fury of a Dark Jedi. Her lack of fear made him wish to crush her skull, too. "I am not. " Yu´Dor says. Serene. Confident. "The Dark Side cannot be chained by science, that´s all. It is a power above those we wield. Only through the darkness of the soul it´s power can be enslaved and only for a certain time until you have to pay the price for such an unholy union, Hoole." Yu´Dor folds her thin arms. Hoole roars and throws the table into the wall. Then calms himself. His anger giving room for frustration that turns into desperation. "If I cannot control them, they are worthless. Once released they will spread so fast I have no power over them." He summarizes the problem. "Perhaps the Killiks . . . " Yu´Dor begins to speak. "No, no. I tried that road. Lomi Plo and her Gorog Hive. I tried to make Xenly a joiner. It did not work. Gorog couldn´t control him, he controlled Gorog. And devoured him. Pheromones have no lasting effect on Xenly. Ambrosia doesn´t work. Neural inhibitors fail wihin´an hour. Even those of the Vong don´t last a week and it would be impossible to breed enough devices to match their reproduction. Genetic alterations are impossible. The code always returns to it´s original calibration and mutates from there." Hoole turns to Yu´Dor. "You were my last hope. If the Vong cannot get a hold of the code and alter it. With lasting effect . . ." He calmed himself. Talkative. Angry. Emotional. He did not recognize himself anymore. Where was his control? Where was power over his own existence? Yu´Dor had slowly taken it from him. Corrupted it by her experiments. Making him watching failures for over a century. From Rakghouls to Vratix, Aing-Tii to Gree technology. He had even seeked out other force-sensitive Verpine´s. But when he found one, after a decade of searching, he could not connect to the Xenly anymore than Hoole himself. They had tried it all. Finally even the Shapers Yu´Dor had offered had failed. They had shown him miracles of genetic production. Dark things Yu´Dor had envisioned in her perverted dreams. But nothing matched his Xenly. "You always have your meditation, Hoole. You can control hundreds of them through the power of your will." She says with a smile. As if she feels sympathy. As if she feels anything. "There are millions of him. A few hundred are NOT ENOUGH!" Hoole yells again. Why couldn´t he stay calm. He knew that if she ever found Xenly´s secret he would be of no use anymore. Was it that what was happening here? It was a cooperation that could only end with death. An unholy alliance. After all . . . she was a Sith. The last one, probably. Betrayal lay in her nature. She was shrouding many things, the witch. Other groups and factions. Apprentices. Enemies. She only revealed what she had to. Maybe she had even sabotaged the experiments herself. Maybe she wanted to take Xenly from him. Make him her own slave. Her own weapon. He would not allow it. If the solution to the problem of Xenly´s control was here, it wouldn´t be allowed to leave. "You should go now." He said. Suddenly deadly calm again. And with a wave of his hand the membranes holding the Xenly bursted and three of his creatures clashed to the floor. Her eyes widen. Her anxiety pours into the force like the blood of a corpse into the river. "What are you doing, Hoole? They will devour my Shaper´s. And my facility. Kill them." She hisses. He looks at her. "No." He answers. And they spread. Following his silent command to kill all. "This laboratory has grown for centuries. It´s priceless. The Shapers, having them vanish from Vong society, having them turn, having them enslaved was the work of years. Decades. And I offered it to you. HOLD THEM BACK!" Her voice is an aggressive hiss. He lightsaber snaps into her hand. Hoole allows himself to show a last and final emotion. A smile. "You? Fighting against me, witch?" He turns towards her. His hand not even close to his own saber. "Why?" She hisses and her lightsaber attaches itself to her belt again. Because he doubted her. Because he believed she wanted to have Xenly for herself. "You are a Sith. The last one. Your Master, her apprentice. All dead. I thought by now you would have understood that . . . failure . . . is not an option." He said and smiles for a last time. Then his face turns into the cold mask of death again. And he hears screams. And feels Xenly spread. Expand. Grow. Produce and reproduce. Good boy. Yu´Dor runs. While he closes his eyes and enjoys the slaughter. Feeling every death in the force. He enjoyed it like an end of a long journey.. Because he has no idea where to go from here. Where to take Xenly. They were alone. He and Xenly. They would go home. He breathed in, his will fighting the next vision to force itself into his exhausted body. And Xenly laughed. Or what had once been a laughter. Hoole joined him. "Good try, old friend. Good try, indeed." Tag: Fin (I am ready for the interruption) -----signature----- Member of the "German-Triumvirate", GDG, CDG
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 GM & RPF Summer Champion Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/10 5:27am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey - Date Edited: 6/10 5:29am (1 edits total) Edited By: DarkLordoftheFins
	ooc: I´ll forward the Vong Melmot/Uhl/Kiar group so they catch up to the same timeline as all others. If you want to fill the trip itself with life, feel free to do so and writ into my update Asteroid Alpha Inside the Hive Music - Inside the Hive, Inside your head "WAAAAKE UP!" The Professor slapped Si several times into his face. But only as the Xenly seemed to withdraw the boy came back to him. His mind still overfloated with visions. Was the man somewhere here? In the shadows? Whispers everywhere. "Si. It´s the Xenly. The Dark Side. It attacks your mind. Your soul. I need you here, boy. I need your help!" The Professor desperatly asked, almost crying. Tag: Sinrebirth Meditation Chamber Music - Daughter´s of War The blueish projection appeared in front of Hoole. Cley Nephrite seemed irritated by the exhausted state his Master was in. "Master Hoole. She has arrived. And as you have told us, with her came the Vulture. Orders?" He said and bit his lips. Behind Hoole in the shadows Azura Nephrite awaited her own orders. Cley´s daughter did not even show herself to her concerned father. Tag: LordT Karideph Orbit Music - Karideph The shuttle, the infidel´s vessel of transport arrived above Karideph and almost collided with an Sek VII-Class Freighter. The Behemoth had build the end of a convoi of several ten-thousand ships waiting for the usual space-traffic to resume. But no sign hinted it would. The giant HSS was lingering above the planet, making any hyperspace-travel within´ the planet´s reach impossible. Within´the giant convoi Melmot fgelt THEM. Thousands of them. In many places. Spots he could idntify with the help of the force. Restless. Waiting confined within´ their prisons of steel and void. Their rage had it´s effect on him. Again. "As we have no choice left than to trust you, Melmot, why don´t you fill us in on your plan? And all these details you promised?" Uhl asked the Siath. Then turning to Kiar and adressing him in their own language. [Do you think we can trust him? Saving us from Lan makes him an ally, but does it make him a friend?] Uhl asked the Shaper. He knew as well as Kiar, that they were alone, trying to stop a god from fulfilling his destiny. What chances were there? [We must find Eloa Lan and stop her. Before she uleashed Yarong!] Tag: Mitth, Draco Museum - Level 27 The Vulture, shot but seemingly unharmed by two beskar-bullets ripping into his body, grabbed Selpha and she lost the ground beneath her feet. With a power seemingly impossible fopre a slick frame like Jovan´s The Vulture hammered the Mandalorian into the marble-pillar behind her. With a crack Selpha felt the dislocation of her shoulder. Behind them a lightsaber hissed and vanished, as the world turned into bright light, dust and noise. Only 50 meters away to fusion-reactor of the Tomb Raider exploded and it´s fragments ripped the structure of the Museum apart. Five levels collapsed into themselves, leaving only their right-side intact. And on one of these levels stood Kira Romar. The danger screamed into her consciousness. And the raging force, the surge of power she had felt since she had entered the museum seemed to multiply, as her body was dragged into the depth. Rubble and falling concrete would have covered her immediately, but somehow it did not happen. Large piles of debris were simply hurled away. Only abscently noticed by her eyes and mind, as she gave the command in the force instinctivly. When she hit the ground on Level 22, her feet feathered her fall effortlessly. And she felt them. Coming. Tag: Sarge221, TheGoodImperial, SirakRomar Museum - Ground Level The moment the explosion reached the reactor the shields died down. And finally he was no longer denied entrance. Rage. Hunger. He came. He came to eat them all. And he came for Romar. Romar. Romar Romar. Tag: SirakRomar (feeling the hunger, probably) Museum - Outside Above the Museum 12 dropships ripped through the clouds. Each carrying 50 men and their equipment. The Black Lance main ground force. Cley Nephrite turned to the hologram of Hoole, while his ships circled the museum. Their men got ready. And Cley stared at his Master, awaiting his command. A Black Lance Dropship Tag: Nobody -----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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