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Sarge221 Title: 2009 Autumn RPF Awards: Best Roleplayer Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/18 7:59am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Forum Tenk suddenly stumbled upon his first steps of making it towards U'tek, not so much because of his ribs as it was what he now felt that went right for his heart in a suffocating hold. Talia. Oh no, Talia. He felt her, could feel her presence and...fear...death...Xenly. The Xenly were near her, she was near them. He had to get to her, had to save her... "I am Isaja. And I guess, these men have come with you, haven´t they?" Tenk's single green eye focused on the two icy blue ones of Isaja, the golden haired woman that was dressed in the same color. This was the leader of the resistance that he had been sent to find then, to kill as well as the Sith supporter that was helping her. The Sith supporter that stood next to him, the one who claimed to be a Jedi Master. Master Trak. It wasn't just the confusion of it all that stopped the Knight from activating the beacon that was on his person, the signal for the platoon of troops that had come with him to storm the hideout. There was also the fact that there was so many rebels within here. Not only thousands of Bakurans but Ssi-ruuk like the seven Tenk could that surrounded him. They wouldn't stand a chance, not a platoon of soldiers against these kinds of numbers. Before he could even think of anything else Isaja held up a hologram. Tenk's eye widened, his insides grew cold not just at the sight of the negotiator-class shuttle that the hologram displayed but at Talia as well, his pilot on her knees amongst the squad of soldiers that surrounded the shuttle. The soldiers that supposed to have been at his command. And there was another as well, a robed man dressed in a familiar getup. Jensaarai. "So, you have come to find me and they should then finish the job?" Isaja asked with a cold tone as the hologram vanished. She stepped away from him. "Take his lightsaber." As the seven Ssi-ruuk that surrounded him pointed their blasters at him Tenk bent his knees, his hands hovering over the hilts of his lightsabers, his thoughts moving to not only getting out of here but to save Talia. She was in trouble, at the mercy of the double-crossing Bakurans, and he was so far away... So far away... And then Talia's presence became clouded, his senses dimming at a sudden influence that came into the field. He had felt this before, knew what was happening now, and thus he knew what was going on before he was even lifted into the air and knocked into a nearby wall. His ribs gave a cry of protest but that was all. Tenk remained on his feet, his hands clenching into fists as he turned towards the cause of all this. Regentis stepped forward, from amidst the piles of corpses that were not in one piece. "Still time to give up, Tenk Qatar. Your order has failed. Your ways are gone. If you want to save Talia, I am all you got." "All I have to go through, you mean," Tenk replied, his green eye narrowing at the Sith. Here they were again, the same place they had been at over a month ago. Face-to-face, ready to take each other on, and Talia's safety all in Tenk's mind. Things were just a bit different for this encounter, however. Tenk was armed this time as opposed to being unarmed, Regentis didn't have a few stormtroopers at his back, the Sith was uglier then last time, and his concerns regarding Talia had changed. This was not going to be a delaying tactic for his wife to get to safety. He was going to cut straight through that exoskeleton and save her. "My wife's in trouble," Tenk spoke, his voice low and menacing. He reached out to the Force, braving through the waves of darkness that surrounded him to stretch out and pull in what he could. This was different then before, however. This was what he had done during his exile, during his training. Clearing his mind, his very soul, the former Jedi focused on only one thing: Talia. His wife. His love. The best and only thing that had happened to him during and after the war. The Force gathered around him, gathered into him, filling this clear soul that was devoid of everything except for that one light that he couldn't live without, that he had sworn upon their very first meeting above the ravaged surface and littered orbit of Kiffu that he would always protect from danger. "So I'm going to have to make this one quick." TAG: 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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SirakRomar Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/18 10:21am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey - Date Edited: 6/18 10:22am (1 edits total) Edited By: SirakRomar
	ooc: Fin told me "I should take the power-surge" a little more serious. So . . . better? Kira Romar Karideph Museum They had awaited them. And she had no time to deal with them. Xenly was coming and his power was everywhere in the force. Or had her perception just enhanced so much through the mysterious power-surge? No time to find out. Kill, Kira! She did what Darth Zorn´s voice told her. Cartwheeling to the side, so the dropping attacker wouldn´t bury her under him Selpha´s lightsaber slashed out just the moment he was about to land and cut off his legs. Just as her body spined a final time and she beheaded the attacker from the side. Before and of the body-parts could land her hand waved and send them with full force into the three attacking Lancers who were firing from their repeating blasters. Kira leaped forward, rolled and came to her feet, just as she reached a cover behind another marble pillar. Debris exploded all around her. Dust clouded her vision. But in the force she felt them, every one of them. And while Selpha was probably fighting somewhere, while Lancers and Xenly came from below she released the grip on her lightsaber and once again send it on a deadly journey through the flesh of her enemies. Tag: Fin -----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 Title: 2009 Autumn RPF Awards: Best Roleplayer Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/18 1:20pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	OOC: Bit of a combined post with Fins for Tenk IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Forum "Then, Qatar. Do your worst!" Regentis spat. No time to fight, not with Talia's life in danger. Using the energy that he gathered, Tenk thrust his hands forward, sending out a powerful Push that even Regentis wasn't prepared for. The red-faced man was pushed back into the crowd, leaving Tenk plenty of time to flee. Now using the Force to give him as much speed as possible, Tenk took off to where he had sensed his wife. He grasped her presence like a lifeline, holding on to her as he ran. Ignoring the pain that sprouted from his ribs, he just focused on her and putting one foot in front of the other. He was not going to lose her, not like he had almost had on Bakura. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins ---- IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Museum A shot to her armor greeted her as soon as Selpha made it, causing the Mandalorian to crash back against the wall. Thanks to that healing trick that Romar had done, the shot didn't do nearly as much damage as it would've in her previous weakened state. She knew where it came from too. Raising her head up, her violet eyes locked onto the two snipers that were above. A nuisance that needed to be taken care of and if she was lucky she may not only borrow a rifle of theirs but their vantage point as well to offer Romar better covering fire. Not going to give them a chance to set up for another shot, Selpha brought both her Nari and Iviin up, firing slugs from both as her jetpack activated, causing her to fly up towards them. From the way Romar swung her lightsaber, hacking off more limbs, it seemed like she was going to be fine while she took care of this. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins, SirakRomar -----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 Title: 2009 Autumn RPF Awards: Best GM and Roleplayer Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/18 1:35pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Hoole Asteroid Alpha Xenly would do what he´d been told. HNe always did. "Xenly?" He asked and looked around. Where was he? why did he feel Siri? Had not somebody told him she was dead? His head whirled and he sat down. His droid. EightyTee. He was there. "Everything fine, Master? Shall I get a medical unit?" He asked. "No, no." The raspy voice almost failed. "I am fine." Hoole pressed through his lips. His bones ached, his heart was pumping like a fusion-reactor overheating. His head. Kira. It was Kira Romar. Not Siri. Memories? They sneaked up on him. he had almost forgotten, so long ago . . . the first time he had heard that name . . . The room is dark. Only lit by a single weak candle. The walls of stone, the house still filled with people. Friends who have come to say farwell to the dying man. It is 31 years until the Battle of Yavin and Hoole is in the house of his last remaining enemy. Caleb Brandl is an old man. An accomplished Jedi. A great Master. Member of the Council, Headmaster of the Jedi Academy on Kamparas. Hero of Roche and Arkania and so many other battles. Yet he dies in the presence of his friends. While Hoole is left to life alone in the shadows. Caleb´s eyes snapped open. Old and diminishing they need a second to get used to the darkness. Then he smiles a bitter smile. "Hello Hoole. I wondered if you would come." He says and sits up. Under his blanket he is wearing his Jedi Robes. Slowly sitting up, turning, so his legs fall out of the bed he looks at his former nemesis. Or still his nemesis? Hoole only stares back. An old man. The Jedi who once faced him had so much fire. So little sense. This man has the eyes of a wise man, but his body shows that he is prepared to go. "I was concerned." Hoole admits. "That it is a trap?" Caleb asks and looks at his lightsaber. His third design, still the same he once duelled Hoole with. Laying on his desk next to his bed. "Yes." Hoole nods. Caleb smirks. "We considered it. But I guessed you would see through it and not show up." Hoole thinks for a moment. He has no idea why he is here. It makes no sense to kill the old Jedi. He is dying anyway. Yet, Caleb Brandl seemed to have as much need to see him as he had to see Brandl. "Siri is dead, you knew that? Died a few years ago. A firefight. Looks like her smuggling career turned out to be no less dangerous." Caleb explains. Looking tired. "The Vulture killed her. She worked for him." Hoole corrected. He could see Caleb suspected that. The old Jedi nodding. "Looks like her smuggling days really did not end up being less dangerous. A pity. She would have been . . ." Caleb stops, when he realizes to whom he is talking. It provokes an honest smile on Hoole´s face. He just stands there over Caleb. Doing nothing. "No we are the only ones left. Asaja, Xenly, Siri, Marek. They are all gone." Caleb sighs. Hoole nods. "I know." They both stay were they are. Caleb sitting on his bed. Hoole standing above him. After a minute Hoole turns to go. "Wait!" Caleb asks. His hand goes for his lightsaber. He forces his aged body to his feet. The force making it possible. Hoole turns. His own hand near his lightsaber. But not touching it. He is not afraid of Caleb. Not anymore. "I deserve better. I deserve to go out in a ifght, don´t you think?" Caleb asks. His blue blade jumps alive. Hoole stares at him. He is pathetic. His body almost failing. The force diminishing within´him. He has only hours left. Minutes probably. But he is Caleb Brandl. Hoole has never defeated him in his great days. "I´ll rid the galaxy of your family, you know that?" Hoole asks. "I have sworn that no single Brandl, Romar or Morine will exist before I leave the land of the living to unite my soul with the eternal darkness. And I keep my word." Hoole says and his own lightsaber snaps into his hand. Igniting it´s blood-red blade. "I know." Caleb said. The suddenly smiles. "Come and try." He says and steps forward. Suddenly speeding up and attacking. A slow strike from above. Hoole blocks it and stabs into the old mans breast with the same movement. He stares at his old enemy, as he dies. "Satisfied?" Hoole asks. Knowing he won´t make his threat to pursuit the Brandl´s reality. "Very." Brandl replies. Smiling. "That´s how it begins. I die and you . . . begin to fail." Brandl smiles. Hoole stares at him. Had he seen it? Had Brandl seen the future? The Jedi laughs and Hoole feels the anger rise. Raising his lightsaber inside the body of his enemy. Reaching his heart and burning it. Brandl´s smile freezes, "Kira." Was his last word. And he was dead. One hundred years later Hoole had almost forgotten. Kira. Indeed she would be the end. Just not the way Caleb Brandl had envisioned it. If his heart would only stop to hurt. He wasn´t afraid. He wouldn´t die. There was still work to do. Still so much work to do. Tag: Nobody (or Fin) Travnin, 124 ABY Alley The guard looked confused for a second, then Ratep only felt life fading out of him. Collapsing to his knees, a knife had been catapulted into the mans neck. "Reinforcement! reinforcement!" His partner screamed and ran the other way. "Such talent in killing and such a weakling in the force. I see why they do not call you, Master!" The Scar hissed and raised her hand. A barrage of blue lightning was released from her fingertips, directed against Ratep Sentarin. Tag: sprintabm Note: Fin and me will try something with Hespar. Consider it an experiment. He will write the scene with no visible updates from now on. -----signature----- Member of the "German-Triumvirate", GDG, CDG
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/19 6:40am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Karideph Museum (music stay the same) Selpha took the Lancer´s by surprise, as they had planned for a duel in the distance. The one left to her tried to get around his sniper rifle, while the Commander was much smarter, activating his own jet-pack for a short burst to get behind a pillar on the other side of the balcony-circuit on the upper part of this level. While he jumped over, he dropped his rifle and dragged two heavy blasters from his belt, shooting at Selpha. From below shots rang up, but a lot fewer. As Kira Romar´s lightsaber found it´s enemies like a Vornskr in the Myrkr night. Slicing through them, killing them. One-by-one. Blue. Cold. Deadly. Bodies everywhere. And screams coming from below. From the Lancer´s who hadn´t used their jetpacks in time. Who hadn´t be away when Xenly came there. Five Lancers were dead, when her lightsaber returned into her hand. The constant fire on her marble pillar that served as her cover had stopped. And a single Lancer in the aft-part of the hall gave a few desperate shots. While above Selpha was fighting. What was worse was, when she turned around the corner the first Xenly screamed up as it arrived on the top-floor. Soon thousands would follow. Tag: SirakRomar, Sarge221 -----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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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/19 7:08am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Hespar Kessler, 124 ABY Travnin Cantina (An experiment, I am writing this duel alone, with given events by LordT I´ll incorporate. We hope to increase the tension of the duel that way) The Enemy did not gave Hespar Kessler any time to think. his lightsaber attacked furiously. Lacking the deadly precision of someone trained with the weapon, the man made up for it by rage and strength. Hespar defended against his attacks, concentrating on staying alive while learning more about him. As a final strike to his head missed him, he dived the mans attack and brought his lightsaber down on his back. The force was strong in this one. He had obviously sensed the attack, stepped on the wall and defying gravity walked it up, jumping into a somersault as Hespar´s blade missed him and cut through the cold metal of the wall-plates. The man landed on his feet, as Hespar withdrew the burning blade from the wall. Behind you! Whirling around, his blade never made it´s way to the enemy, as a powerful kick send Hespar into the metal wall. He felt the heat of the burn-marks his saber had left through his skin. Ducking to the side the Enemies blade stabbed into the metal wall and Hespar leaped over a table next to them into security. For a second. The table went flying into the cantina, as the Enemy followed him every step. Again Hespar´s blade was there, before his brain could order it to. Defending him. A short slash of himself almost got the enemy at his skull. And the shock of the Attacker was a split-second too long. Hespar pushed his blade back and began his own series of attacks. His blade held high, snapping down on his enemy. The man stumbled back. Striking out with his fist at Hespar. Tactics Master Sentarin had used much better when dueling. The Padawan blocked that strike, pushing the Enemy away again and leaping into him for a final attack. The second weapon got him by surprise. A vibro-dagger. Coming from the sleeve of the man and saving the Attacker´s life, as he would have had no chance to defend against Hespar´s final attack. Now the humming blade of metal had been pushed deep into Hespar´s side, as he had jumped right into it. "Not good enough." The man spitted. And with a powerful strike he disarmed Hespar, whose grip was weakening. Pain spread from the stab-wound, as the vibartion of the blade was still in it. And slowly he felt his legs fail. He never found out how long they would have served him, though. As the man grinned he waved his hand, and send Hespar flying back into cantina, smashing into several tables. Patient, slowly the man followed the Padawan. Hespar tried to get up, reached for his lightsaber. But before the hilt arrived at him, the Enemy was over him and kicked into his side, sending him against the wall. The lightsaber was send where Hespar had been a second before. And got caught under the Attacker´s boots. "Impressive. You have more spirit of a warrior than this Jedi Master last week." The Attacker grinned and half-raised his lightsaber. Hespar extended his hand, but felt his power failing, as the pain in his side was too much. Poison? Maybe. "Time to die. Jedi." Tag: LordT -----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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sprintabm Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 6/19 10:54am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	U'tek sewers, Pergitor The Imperial's smile didn't put U'tek at ease, and he returned it with a glare. First things first, though - Lornok, who still had U'tek's arm wrapped around his neck, was now shoved hard against the sewer wall, now with U'tek's left hand gripping his next and letting his claws dig in just a little to discourage the man from trying anything. With his free hand, U'tek padded down the high priest's body, searching for weapons or anything else of interest. He wasn't going to get caught of guard by this excuse of a clergyman. While he did the search, he gave occassional glances to the Imperial. "Lieutenant Colonel U'tek, Alliance SpecForce," he growled at the man, "but you probably already knew that. I remember you on Gesaril, wearing your stormtrooper armor and dropping a detonator on me." The look that U'tek gave to the man was not a pleasant one. "So you owe me your name, what the hell you're doing here, why you're not with your Sith buddies, and why the hell you helped me." He threw Lornok onto the ground and growled at him. "Don't worry, you're next, and my questions for you are going to be a lot more fun." 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: 6/19 12:24pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Shaper Laaxtiin Kiar Karideph, Museum Roof Everything moved quickly, quick enough that he barely had time to form an image of what was before them before it was upon him and Uhl. But instead of dodging as Uhl had done his earliest training took hold, for instead of dodge the attack he brought his amphistaff, long, hard, and curved to bare as he pressed an attack in response to the attackers. The air was leaving and entering his lips with a general hiss as he fought this new foe, soon to be a dead foe if his amphistaff had anything to say about it. 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: 6/20 4:47am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Kira Kara Romar Karideph . . . Hell, again Above Selpha was duelling with the sniper´s. Kira had confidence they would be dead in a second. Turning around her corner, though made the Lancer´s vanish from her mind. The first Xenly had appeared. And she faced this creature for the first time. It was ugly. Twisted. His arms reduced to blade-like stings, his mouth still freshly covered in blood. It was violence incarnate. Smaller than she had expected. Also faster. And it was only the first. From beenath a float of these creatures was coming. A humming cold, an icy burn in the force. She was even more aware of them and their infinite numbers as she turned and ran towards the stairs. There was no way to kill these creatures, to fight them or stop them. They were too many. They owned this planet now. It had beomce their home. Their domain. Their hunting ground. "RUUUUUUUN!" She shouted up to Selpha. Speeding herself through the force as much as she could. Her lightsabers spread to both sides as she slaced them, as hard as she could through the pillars holding this levels. The explosion had done some damage, maybe she could slow them down, at least. Tag: DarkLordoftheFins, Sarge221 -----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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Sir_Draco Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/20 2:45pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	rules are: guys with name go back and forth and guys without die whenever we want, right? Melmot Karideph, Battleground Museum Repeating blasters, jetpacks. They brought the whole deal of modern intergalactic warfare with them. And all was directed against their, almost antique weaponry. Lightsabers and living weapons. Yet, Melmot felt the death of those who opposed them before it happened. Xenly was pumping anger into his meta-physic metabolism. And he answered it by releasing as much of it as possible. He reflected most of the repeater in flight. A wave of force-energy unleashed on the enemies. They would need a second or two to comprehend that. That was far less then he needed. Landing among them his blade hissed alive and he began to dance. To go back and forth. Laughing. As his red blade sliced their arms, their necks, their legs. Pierced their armor. Stabbed through their hearts. It was too easy. His rage was hardly satisfied by these common soldiers. He needed more. He needed to hurt someone he cared about. Hoole. He needed Romar! Tag: Fin
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blubeast1237 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/20 4:54pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Lorj Danathin -Ascendancy Sitting at a comp was not the easiest way to pass time, but Lorj had to deal with the failure of his assassination. While, given the chance, he would attempt the mission again, he had not been given any such chance and in the meantime busied himself with mild operations and communications. The past couple of months had not been the best, but they had a ship and were still living, which was a miracle in and of itself. He would wait until something arose, but a part of him enjoyed the peace. Tag: Fin -----signature----- "I don't believe in Mayans." - Imperial_Hammer Alderaan chunks everywhere! Shep Smith ain't no hater!
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/20 6:19pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	ooc: Karideph tomorrow, today the others. Pergitor Sewer The bald-headed imperial looked at U´tek. "Actually in our files you're only the Cathar from Taris." He said and smirked. "Ebon Glave. 9th Legion. Major. Stormcommando." He said and looked at Lornok. "And have you seen these things? What they did to Karideph? Let´s say I was never happy with the recent change of management. But this goes to far. The Sith don´t want to stop these creatures. They want to give them new targets, that´s all. Only a few worlds not bowing, or not bowing enough to their demands. And a few trillion people." He lay his head to the side. "I´d say we sane people in the galaxy are now natural allies, U´tek. Because guys like HIM are so eager to get us all eaten." He hissed. "We stop it, or nobody will." He added with a bitter voice. He did not mention what he felt. What he could hear when he closed his eyes. The Cathar did not had to know. Glave had run out of options. Therefore he was ready for desperate measures. Like alliances with the enemy. "So, you´ll tell us all you got, or do you want to find out who of us two has the better training in interrogation-technique. I´ll give him the first shot, but I really consider myself the front-runner . . . High Priest!" Lornok looked at Glave, still in U´tek´s grip, as the imperial soldier stared down on him. Tag: sprintabm Streets Tenk Qatar ran through the streets, searching for a way towards Talia with his eyes, while feeling her growing panic in the force. But the force showed him no path to hear. No direction was right. Because . . . because . . . she was underground. Deep underground, actually. And with her were the Xenly. He had little time. To reach her. Tag: Sarge221 Underground Talia ran. Through the corridor she had come through. A large, long, winding matel tube that lead to the underground city. Blast doors were there, but no way to close them. She did not take any second to investigate. Instead she ran. And ran. And ran. Then came the noises. Klack Klack. Klack Klack. Stings hitting metal. And steps. Thousands of long legs. Thundering in a choir. She turned and saw them. It. Xenly. They floated the corridor. Still away, but nearing fast. Thousands and hundreds of thousands of them making their way to the surface. And Talia was on their way. "Teeeeeenk!" She screamed out the name of the only person in the galaxy she hoped could save her. Ascendancy Bridge Kaya stepped to Lorj Danathin and watched him work on the communications protocol. he was restoring internal communications. And until then was forwarding emergency calls. Everybody on board the ship did what they could. Kaya was one the leading technicians. Even though Star Destroyer´s were a little out of her usual field of expertise. They worked with what they had. The Sith had killed the technicians of the Sunlight Ranger in the blast. "Colonel Tahnan wishes to see you. Seems there is a problem." She said and looked down on the reptilian officer. "One of your kind of problems." She sighed and showed him the way to the command center. her face expressed the obvious. It was bad. And that menat something, after all they had been through lately. "Follow me." Tag: bluebeast -----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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Sarge221 Title: 2009 Autumn RPF Awards: Best Roleplayer Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/20 7:50pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey - Date Edited: 6/20 8:56pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Sarge221
	IC: Selpha Nephrite Karideph, Musuem A blade swung out of the housing of her upper left arm as Selpha drew closer to where the snipers were perched. One of them used his own jetpack, flying away to get some distance between him and the Mandalorian. The second sniper, however, was soon in Selpha's reach. The elbow came up and around as the Mandalorian struck, the blade piercing through the armor that didn't protect his throat very well at all as the blade went through the front and out the back. Blaster fire from the first sniper flew past Selpha's head, causing the Mandalorian to instinctively duck behind the nearest cover that was available to her: the dead sniper that was still impaled on her elbow blade. Unable to bring her Iviin around to fire at the other sniper, Selpha brought up her Nari instead to fire off a couple slugs towards the still living sniper to try and take him down. In Selpha's mind, things were going well at the moment. Which only meant that things could only spiral downwards considering their situation which was probably- "RUUUUUUUN!" Soon. Looking back down at where she had left Romar, Selpha not only saw the Jedi but the critter that was on the same floor with her as well. This must be a Xenly then. The little bugs that seemed to be causing everyone so much trouble. Not exactly much...at least by itself. This whole planet was infested with swarms of these things which even Selpha's limited Force awareness could still detect as being nearby. One may not be trouble, but even a fraction of the infestation here on Karideph made even Selpha think twice of standing their ground against them. Selpha fired off two more slugs at the sniper, more to keep him back if he was still alive then to actually hit him. Jerking her elbow blade free, Selpha dropped back down to where she left Romar who was now running towards the stairs again, slicing through pillars as she went. Selpha understood the plan but she didn't have a lightsaber nor did she want to waste anymore grenades. There were still Black Lancers seeking them afterall. So instead the Mandalorian once again followed Romar, her weapons out to fire at anything, Xenly or Lancer, that thought it was a good idea to try their luck at getting close to them. TAG: DarkLordoftheFins, SirakRomar ----- IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Streets Tenk wasn't used to panicking, especially to the extent of which he felt right now but these were very different circumstances. That time on the Ascendancy didn't even compare to the current situation. Not only was a battle with the Xenly keeping him distracted but he had also had a plan to take care of them. That plan also resulted in the attention of those creatures being focused on him rather then Talia. Even if it meant drifting in space and having the possibility of slamming into asteroids he had been calm. But now his wife was in danger, he didn't know how he was going to get to her, and he didn't have a plan. That, that got him panicking. His heart pounding in his chest not only from his continued sprint but the said panic, Tenk tried to focus, tried to find a way to get to Talia. She wasn't on the surface, he couldn't get to her just by sprinting through the streets. She was underground. Which meant tunnels. Tunnels that he would have to search for. That he didn't have time to search for. The Xenly continued to get closer, to overwhelm her. Helplessness settled in. What had he done? He was a murderer. What had he done? He was a monster. What had he done!? Tenk placed his face in his hands as he sat, bent over in his seat as the wetness leaked from his eyes and into his palms. While only one of his eyes allowed sight, both still allowed the tears to fall as he silently cried. Shame, sorrow, fear, and worst of all...helplessness. Those were what each tear fell for. While his hands covered his face, Tenk could still hear them. The beeping of machines, the voices that spoke in such hurried tones. But he couldn't feel her. That was what he wanted most but he couldn't sense her presence. It remained elusive as it did when she vanished back at the Palace. Vanished. Not the kind that someone else, someone that didn't have the Force to command, would think. She was still here. Her body was anyway. When Tenk removed his head from his hands, his one green eye and sightless white one looking at the operating table where she laid, he still saw her. But she wasn't there. She wasn't there and he wanted her back. But there was nothing he could do. Combat was what he was best at. Lightsabers, blasters, demolitions. His expertise relied on things that took lives away, not bringing them back. All he could do was sit and continue to sob, hating himself, hating what he had become, and hating the actions that he took that led to him stabbing Talia through with his own blade and making her disappear. He wanted her back. He wanted to see her again. But he couldn't do anything. With all his power, all that he was capable of...he was just helpless. He had to think, had to come up with something. Xenly being underground was no surprise, but he didn't know how to get down there. All he could do, as he tracked Talia, was run in the same direction that she was moving, hoping that she was moving through one of those tunnels that would bring her to the surface where he would meet up with her. But would she get out? Before the Xenly got to her. He continued to search, hoping that the way would be shown to him, that he would somehow be able to find the tunnel or some path to her. Anything at all. All the while he continued to sense them. They were so close. And getting closer. Was she going to make it? Was he going to get to her in time? Closer and closer. He wanted them to stop. He knew what was going to happen when they reached her and she would disappear again. Vanish. Just like she did on Bakura. They had to stop. They had to... "STOP!" Tenk finally shouted from his lungs and mind, into the Force, to the Xenly, as if demanding them to do so. They had to stop. Slow down at least but they had to stop! TAG: 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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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 6/21 10:29am Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey
	Karideph Museum Level 33 Music - The Battle of Karideph The Lancer served it´s purpose as cover well, as two shots hit him. As Selpha returned fire, the second sniper only dived for cover, staying there. Obviously unaware of the third party that had entered the battle. Another thrust of her jetpack and she joined Kira Romar. The Jedi´s lightsaber slid through the marble pillars, leaving them broken, fragmented. But not yet damaged enough to make the level collapse. "Fire on my position!" They heard someone cry. Hissing and screaming began to spread. And as Selpha perceived through the sensors of her helmet, the Xenly began to grow in number on this level. A dozen, three dozen. Spreading. Romar activated the button to the next level with the force and the door to the stairs slid open. She did not even see what hit her. The danger hidden under the overwhelming urgency of Xenly´s pursuit. A sonic weapon hit her side, diffused her skin and broke her rip, as she was thrown away five meters into one those pillars she herself had damaged. This time it collapsed. And Kira Romar was covered by falling debris, as the whole level collapsed. Selpha, not even seeing her anymore had only split-seconds, before she herself would be buried. Which would have been especially unfortunate, as the shooter, taking cover at the end of the stairs was wearing a black armor all too familiar. Cley Nephrite had decided there was no time to trust his men. He would take down the Jedi himself. Museum On the roof the Lancer´s were well armored, resisting the furious bites of the Amphistaff. Yet the sharp end of the weapon pierced it effortless. Spitting blood into his helmet the man went to his knee´s and received Shaper Kiar´s mercy-strike. "Kiar." He heard behind him. Uhl collapsed against the wreck of their ship. Hit by a stray shot form one of the lancers fighting Melmot. A burning hole in his side he looked up. "Kiar." He repeated. The pain spreading. Melmot met almost no resistance. Like the living dead he spread his message among the Lancers. His red blade making short process with the welcome-committee. Yet, he felt it wasn´t enough. He needed . . . more. Xenly was not yet satisfied. And so he wasn´t. The poison held no power over him anymore. His consciousness single-minded only on one task. Kill. Kill. Kill. And Romar. Romar was nearby. A blazing torch in the force. More powerful than he had ever expected. And deeply routed in this world . . . Above the Museum The landing-craft remaining above hoovered to the side of Level 33, as Zero-One-One´2 command came through. "On his position. All you got!" The pilot screamed and his gunners fired their turbolasers and two proton-torpedoes right into Level 33. Tag: Sarge221, SirakRomar (the impact of the dropship will come moments after the first post), Mitth, Draco Pergitor Streets Music - Xenly (combined with . . . too many to name them all) "Stop!" His cry rang into the force, becoming louder and louder, drawn into eternity . . . "Stooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!" And after an eternity seemed to pass, Tenk felt the answer. Hissing, whispering through a thousand little hungry mouths. Who? He. Is. Our. One. Of. Us. And it was over. Talia vanished in the force. Only Xenly remained. Darkness. "Tenk, why? Why again?" Talia asked him. And as Tenk asked she stood behind him. Wearing a black flightsuit. Her eyes filled with tears. "I have died. Again. Why Tenk? Why do you do this to me again and again?" Slowly she neared him, now tears running over her face. "Why Tenk? Is murder all that´s in you? Is death all you can bring? I wanted to have your child, Tenk, I wanted to have . . . " A coughing ended her words, as blood came from her mouth. "Tenk?" She asked a last desperate time, before collapsing on her knees. Behind her dark figures seemed to lurk. Everywhere in the corners of all surrounding buildings. Unlin Vos was there, looking at Tenk in disgust. And Master Trak turned and retreated, shaking his head. "She hasn´t deserved to end like this." The voice came from behind. Jacen Cole stood there. Wearing his combat uniform. "She hadn´t deserved it. I tried to get her away from you. And your Jedi business. But she wanted to stay with you. She loved you. And now . . . look what you have given her in return? Eaten. Devoured by a thousand jaws." Cole´s face showed the same disgust the others had shown him. "Why Tenk? Why?" He asked. "Why?" Another voice came from farther away. It was Unlin. "WHY!?" Talia´s voice came from somewhere, without her dead body move before him. "Why?" Jacen Cole asked again. "Why?" It was Grandmaster Skywalker, asking this. "Why?" It was the Sith they had killed on the Sunlight Ranger. "Why?" Came it from the Twi´lek Jedi Aruw´n Bonadan. "Why?" Asked the young woman Tarkin. "Why?" Asked Tenk himself. "Why?" Asked Kai Lonati. Melmot asked "Why?!" "Why Why Why Why Why Why Why." The choir became unending. Tag: Sarge221 GM-Note: I´ll be busy for a day or two. But I´ll update, when I see opportunity. Maybe you won´t even get aware of it, but if I seem to be absence for a day or two, don´t be surprised, I´ll be back! -----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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Sarge221 Title: 2009 Autumn RPF Awards: Best Roleplayer Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 6/21 12:28pm Subject: 133 ABY - The Dark Odyssey - Date Edited: 6/21 12:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sarge221
	OOC: I didn't think I'd actually have to use this post when I thought it up last night IC: Tenk Qatar Pergitor, Streets "Tenk, why? Why again?" Why? Again. Talia vanished again. Again. Why? Talia stared at him, tears in her eyes, her lips parted just a bit at the pain of the blue lightsaber that emerged from her back. Talia stared at him, tears in her eyes, her lips parted, asking why, before blood came from her mouth. No, no, no, no..." Tenk cried out softly, deactivating his blade, dropping it as he dropped down to his knees, taking her in his arms. "No, no, no, no..." Tenk cried out softly, dropping Trak's lightsaber as he dropped to his knees, trying to catch Talia as she fell but he didn't. His arms were out as if he had wanted to but she just still dropped before him. The patch that covered his left eye became soaked from the tears, causing him to just lift it up, revealing his white eye that now looked upon Talia along with his green eye. He could see her. She was there. But she wasn't there. He couldn't sense her. She was gone. Tenk lifted up his soaked patch as he had done back then, staring down at Talia as he remained on his knees, his white eye still possessing the ability to shed those tears as he silently cried. He couldn't say her. Try as he might, Tenk reached out, trying to find her, but he couldn't. She was gone. Vanished. Again. Why? "She hasn´t deserved to end like this." "She didn't," Tenk sobbed out, agreeing with Jacen Cole. He had seen the looks from Trak, from Unlin, but it was only when Jacen Cole appeared behind him that Tnek acknowledged him with words. And then the question. The same question that continued to run through his head. Why? Coleasked it, Skywalker asked it, the Sith from the Sunlight Ranger. Even Bonadan, Tarkin, and Kai. Everyone that he had met, that had been there to witness the steady decline of Tenk Qatar. He even thought he heard himself speak the words but Tenk didn't remember his lips speaking the word. He thought he heard Talia too but she still remained where she had dropped in front of him, unmoving and where his eyes had refused to move from. Why? Tenk couldn't speak, didn't even know how to start because he just didn't know. Why? He remembered when they first met, when Talia had given him a tour of the shuttle that would be used to ferry him around during his attempt of negotiating with the Mugaarai and later the Bakurans and perhaps the Bothans after that. "Tenk Qatar? I'm Captain Talia, a pleasure, erm, to meet you." Tenk blinked at the tall, black-haired woman that would be his pilot, at her seemingly abashed look as she introduced herself. Giving her a smile, Tenk greeted, "Good to meet you." He remembered the promise he had made to her, to himself, when they took off and looked over the wreckage that littered Kiffu's orbit. She mentioned that she lost friends in the attack that Tenk had been responsible for, that she would be alright. And his reply. You shouldn't have to be. That had started it. With all that had happened. The destruction, the lives lost because of him, he had sworn that it would never happen again, that no one would die because of him. That Talia would never die under his protection. But that silent duty had transformed into something else when they had first touched each other during a war that seemed to have no end. And then Bakura. Despite all that he had promised, people were dying, destruction that he just hadn't been able to prevent engulfed Bakura, and worst of all, he couldn't protect her. He had killed her with his own blade. He had been broken, lost, unable to understand what he was going to do without her. And then when he felt her again, when she was seemingly brought back to life, he had been able to find his way again. A way that didn't involve war, a way that allowed him to leave it, to settle down, to marry her, and maybe even, one day, create life instead of destroying it. With her. But now... "Why Why Why Why Why Why Why." He was lost. Without her, without Talia, he didn't know what to do. He didn't think he could even go on without her. He was...lost. "Come back," Tenk managed to sob out next, to the unmoving Talia. "Come back." It hurt. Everything hurt. Tenk's head suddenly found itself slamming against the ground where his tears had stained the surface, that continued to do so as they leaked from his eyes. Blood did too, at the cut that he managed to create upon his forehead. But this new pain was doing nothing to distract from the pain in his heart. It strangled him, making his breath come short, making him hurt. What was he going to do? The same pain that engulfed him chose the best course of action for him. It continued to well up inside of him, trying to smother him, and then it was suddenly out as Tenk screamed, over and over again, not knowing what else to do. He was lost. TAG: 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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