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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/19 7:07pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 6/19 7:10pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Seremela
	IC: Mission Vao and Zaalbar ~Mos Eisley street~ Mission had hoped the man would stay unconscious until she had been able to take care of his wound, but sudden wildly flailing arms warned her it was not to be. She had to pull back quickly, or she would have been hit. [I see no attackers anymore, maybe they left when the other man was taken,] Zaalbar said as he stepped up beside her. [I wonder what they want with him. This place is getting stranger and stranger.] He knelt over the human and looked at him quizzically. [Do you think he will live?] How would she know? She had never treated a wound this bad before. But the man seemed lively enough right now, he was even reaching upward to Zaalbar. "Arugh..." came a garbled cry, followed by a fit of coughing. “Just give him some water. Please tell me you have water in that bag!” [It was the first thing I looked for,] Zaalbar said, clearly affronted. His attention went back to the human. [Do you think water will help save him?] “All I know is that when someone loses blood, you have to give them water, plenty of water. And stop the bleeding of course.” She looked in dismay at the horrible wound. “I should put bacta on that.” [Here.] Zaalbar pushed something in her arms. [You said to look for a med kit.] “Oh, Big Z, you’re the best!” Eagerly she opened the med kit and looked inside. “Here’s something to disinfect the wound. I hope it’s the kind that doesn’t hurt. Oh, yes, and bacta too!” Quickly she sprayed the wound with the disinfectant, hoping it would be enough, while Zaalbar put the tube of a canister in the man’s mouth. And then putting the bacta on was all that was left to do. She stared at the blood, at the torn flesh and swallowed, suddenly feeling very queasy. It looked so… awful. She swallowed again, fighting the bile rising in her throat and looked at Zaalbar. “Can you turn him over a bit when you’re done, so… so I can put the bacta on?” she managed to ask. Beside the man she saw movement, a furry head with big eyes looking at them. The Ewok. And there was another one somewhere as well. “We need to help them too,” she said to Zaalbar. “Where’s that golden droid? He could ask them what’s wrong with them.” [He lays over there. I think he stopped functioning.] Great, just great. And where was Boba? She hoped nothing had happened to him. A med droid somewhere around would be nice too. TAG: Han, Wicket, Boba, HK-47, C-3PO, Logray (OOC: I had hoped to make a post for Qui-Gon as well, but alas, have to go) -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Rilwen_Shadowflame Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/19 7:18pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Count Dooku "Do you know who did this?" Dooku sighed slightly. "Palpatine, known also as Darth Sidious. He initially had Darth Vader with him, though Vader left early, it seemed. Master Tholme volunteered to serve as a distraction, buying time for a number of others to leave safely. Unfortunately, Palpatine's powers are far greater than Tholme's were. Still, he did what he set out to do, and did it bravely." He looked at Galen. "Master Secura out there seems newly arrived. Unlike Master Vos and myself, I do not believe she has experienced the peculiarities of the warped timeline in places such as this. She was, by all accounts, close to Master Tholme. It would be best not to mention his death around her until she has had time to adjust, you understand?" Something tugged at the memory of the former Jedi Master. "Galen... Marek, you said? Any relation to a Jedi Knight I knew, Kento Marek?" Tag: Starkiller IC: Aayla Secura "Hello, old friends. What a surprise to see you two here." "Master Kenobi, I'm glad to see you," Aayla began, a smile briefly lighting up her face. It did not fade when the Force began to tell her something was wrong. Where was his Force presence? Where was that spark of intellect and curiosity that normally graced Obi-Wan's mind? Still close enough to Quinlan that it was easier, along their old link she sent him a message. 'Something is wrong with him.' Tag: Quinlan, PROXY -----signature----- Sith Master in the Acolytes of Darkness ~Sith Trials Lvl 9 Sith Warrior- Sith Assassin~ Count Dooku in the Sleepy Game "You're always combative. You could be saying "I love you, dearest!" and make it look like a threat/insult."-Jello
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 6/19 8:06pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: as Galen Marek/Starkiller , PROXY Lars' Homestead He looked at Galen. "Master Secura out there seems newly arrived. Unlike Master Vos and myself, I do not believe she has experienced the peculiarities of the warped timeline in places such as this. She was, by all accounts, close to Master Tholme. It would be best not to mention his death around her until she has had time to adjust, you understand?" "Yes," he nodded, slowly getting up. " I understand." He felt that now was the time, to ask him about these recent goings on. About all this resurrection and time traveling. However, before he could begin, Dooku posed another question. "Galen... Marek, you said? Any relation to a Jedi Knight I knew, Kento Marek?" Galen immedeatly grew somewhat rigid, distant memories of the only time he remembered of his father flooding his mind... ...which just happened to be his death at Darth Vader's hand, as well as his subsequent abduction. 'Run!' he still remembered it, that word, before Vader snapped his neck. "He...." Galen paused, obviously having some difficulty choosing his words. Yet, he maintained his composure. "He was my father." He then looked at Dooku in the eye. "He was killed...by Darth Vader." Galen the heard a new voice speak up outside...one he knew well. He appreciated the distraction from that subject, until he heard the voice itself. "Hello, old friends. What a surprise to see you two here." It was that of Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had it memorized, of course, from PROXY's training program. Yet, he felt no Force signature, almost like that of a....droid? It couldn't be. Yet, he himself could barely keep the elation, a semblance of a smile forming on the corner of his lips. "If you excuse me..." he said quickly to Count Dooku, and rushed out of the homestead. He only curtly acknowledged the two Jedi Masters, before pausing in front of "Obi-Wan Kenobi". "PROXY?" His hands were placed at his hips. His face was stern, yet he couldn't keep the small smile from forming. "I think you should drop the hologram now." "Master?" Although droids could not feel emotion, one would note the close proximity PROXY had of genuine surprise as he soon reverted to his original form. "Master Starkiller! I thought..." "That I died? It's true..." he went over and clasped the holodroid on the shoulder. "But apparently the Force has different plans for me...and next time? Try calling me Galen. "What about you? I thought Vader destroyed you on Corellia?" "Well, Master...Galen" It felt odd for the droid to use the new name, but he did so, as his old Master ordered. "Master Juno Eclipse and Senator Organa found me. Reprogrammed me! It was something for the history of the Rebel Alliance you created, I believe." Galen's expression now grew solemn. "How are they? Juno, Kota, Organa, and the other Rebels?" "They were in fine condition...at least, they were when I dissapered, Master. Who knows..." he started but Galen cut him off with a nervous chuckle. "Uh, that'll do for now." His small smirk was quickly reappeared, as he clasped the droids arm again in a show of affection. "It's good to see you, PROXY." Galen turned to all present in the homestead. He had sent the two Master's slight nervousness in the Force. "Nothing to be worried about. Uh, this is my droid." TAG: Aayla, Vos, Dooku -----signature----- "Want a guy disintergrated? Get me intergrated." -Dengar's Motto I am the cheese. I am the best character on the show. I am better than both the salami and the bologna combined.
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Aefernal_Fire Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 6/19 8:46pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named - Date Edited: 6/19 8:49pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Aefernal_Fire
	IC Boba Fett Streets of Mos Eisly “Crap!" she yelled. "Boba, bring that med kid of yours or give it to Zaalbar! Z, you better have some tanks of water in that bag. Come on!" ”…No, I think I want to save it for someone more important.” The dark haired boy couldn’t quite figure why he really didn’t like this particular human. “Zaalbar, come get him, he’s bad!” The concern in her voice tugged painfully at somehwere inside the boy's chest. "Arugh..." came a garbled cry, followed by a fit of coughing. “Just give him some water. Please tell me you have water in that bag!” Zaalbar spoke in his strange language, clearly affronted. His attention went back to the human and he roared something else. Wookie was going to be difficult to learn how to understand. Well…this human might have answers and well…he’s no good to me dead… The future bounty hunter tossed his med kit to Zaalbar, and quickly turned back to check the interior of the cantina. “All I know is that when someone loses blood, you have to give them water, plenty of water. And stop the bleeding of course.” She looked in dismay at the horrible wound. “I should put bacta on that.” The cantina was empty…the crazed freak with green hair and a painted face had made his exit apparently. That wasn’t entirely comforting. Boba could hear the twi’lek and wookie outside conversing, and he signaled to the rust-colored droid to follow him. He squinted as he went back into the blinding light of the suns over the sand. “Oh, Big Z, you’re the best!” Eagerly she opened the med kit and looked inside. “Here’s something to disinfect the wound. I hope it’s the kind that doesn’t hurt. Oh, yes, and bacta too!” She swallowed again, fighting the bile rising in her throat and looked at Zaalbar. “Can you turn him over a bit when you’re done, so… so I can put the bacta on?” she managed to ask. Beside the man she saw movement, a furry head with big eyes looking at them. The Ewok. And there was another one somewhere as well. “We need to help them too,” she said to Zaalbar. “Where’s that golden droid? He could ask them what’s wrong with them.” Fett stepped into the street cautiously with HK-47 close behind, both scanning with blasters ready for any signs of danger. “That’s good work,” The boy commented on the blue-skinned twi’leks medical handiwork. Mission and Zaalbar were going to be very useful indeed. He still frowned down at the wounded human laying at his boots briefly before stepping over him. “Agreement: Good work, for a meat bag.” HK-47 quickly added his opinion as his sensors stretched outward for the source of the blaster fire. Boba Fett carefully scanned the surrounding buildings and alleys, holding his blaster with two hands to provide cover for the twi’lek until she’d finished, “We should get out of the open until we find end eliminate the shooter. Does he have eny weapons or en ID?” Tag: Mission, Zaalbar, Han, Any in the streets of Mos Eisly -----signature----- "Oh! And he's even better looking without the helmet! Surprise ending."
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Spaceman_Spiff Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/19 10:43pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC Luke Skywalker: Dyas also seemed to appreciate working with the hands, for he said, "That's a good value to have. Those who do not become jedi work in the Agricorps. It is a good, decent profession." Luke had to laugh. “They become farmers?” Uncle Owen would have loved that! Dyas continued, "If you're father died when you were an infant and you are now? Close to your twenties?That would mean that I am least 20 years into my future..." “I suppose that makes sense. I have not yet reached my twenties, though.” The Master had entirely missed the Emperor’s rise to power. That was a neat way to escape the deaths of his fellow Jedi. “Did you know of the Clone Wars, or did you skip all of it?” When asked, the Jedi did not seem to require anything. "No Luke. You're kind to offer, but I only need a place to heal. I will deal with the rest in time." “We’re coming up to a place soon that’s perfect for that. We call it Beggar’s Canyon. I spent a lot of my youth there.” He would not say what he used to do here. Dyas might not consider shooting womp rats to be very appropriate behavior. The next piece of news Luke had delivered did not make Dyas as happy. "Master Kenobi is dead? A great loss for the Order. Is his grave nearby? If possible, I should pay my respects." “No, he was not buried. I was never able to retrieve his body. I imagine the elements claimed him.” All true enough, so he would leave it at that. There was silence between them for a while, allowing Luke to think about how much he had learned about the Jedi way of life in just the short amount of time he had spent under Ben’s tutelage. Finally, Dyas said, "It...has been... many years since I have had an apprentice...but if you are willing... I could complete your training." Luke blinked a few times. He had not expected that. “I . . . will have to think about that. Once we get to the Canyon, I’ll drop you off at one of the denser rock formations, which will provide you with shelter and a place to meditate. Then, I’ll take a drive.” He looked over at the other man for a moment before bringing his attention back to the desert ahead. “Don’t worry, I won’t go far. I just have a lot to ponder. This isn’t a decision a person can make within a second. You understand that, don’t you?” Tag: Palps -----signature----- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no. I took this one out for you. You take this one. I keep this. You are not taking my whole wallet so you can go shopping. I was just gonna buy some groceries. Bullcrap. Lost "The Jetsons" Intro
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SkywalkerShine Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 6/20 7:39am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Deena Shan Streets of Mos Eisley As the young woman rode on top of Ronin, she could see a small group of people trying to help someone up ahead. "Wonder who they're trying to help. Maybe we can help as well, huh Ronin?" The Bantha agreed in his bison-like sound. She and Ronin were finally with the small group that was on the streets. Jumping down from Ronin, Deena came to the group, and looked down. There on the ground, was Han. "Oh no! Han!!" She glanced around. Indy nor Threepio were in sight. But there was the dark haired boy, the blue Twi'lek female, the Wookie, a scary looking droid, and two Ewoks. "What happened here? What's wrong with Han?" Deena asked worryingly. She needed someone to tell her. Anyone. Tag: Boba, Mission, Zaalbar, Han, HK-47, Wicket, and Logray -----signature----- "Hey, whatever works." - Cade Skywalker "Sure it is. You may be dense enough not to recognize it, but I can certainly mock you." - Corran Horn Zayne Skywalker! Named after Zayne Carrick... Cade's Photographer for "Best Hot Poses"
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Spaceman_Spiff Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 6/20 8:52am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC Indiana Jones: At first, there was darkness. Within the darkness, a bright point of pain. Gradually, he realized that it was not total darkness, as light leaked around the edges. That was when he realized that his eyes were closed. He tried to open them, but there was resistance, as if the lids were glued shut. The resistance was minuscule, though, as they parted moments later. After taking a moment to properly focus his vision, made fuzzy from an extended length of time without sight, Indy found that he was looking at a drab brown wall directly ahead of him. There were boxed piled in the left corner, and a series of metal shelves were set about six feet off the ground. A storeroom of some kind. It was when he tried to follow the line of the shelves along the walls to the sides and behind him a second later, that he found out he had been tied to a chair. While discovering his predicament, he had twisted his body to the side, and what had been a single focused point of pain on his left side now diffused throughout his body. He cried out, and felt ridges in the tongue where his teeth had bitten in. Time to take inventory of myself. Obviously, his arm and shoulder were still broken, but the telltale signs that suggested a concussion were absent. He felt tightness around his forehead, and made an educated guess that blood had dried all over the front of his face, hence the initial difficulty in opening his eyes. Suddenly, Indy heard a soft sound behind him, as if of wood sliding on wood, and then silence. The flesh on the back of his neck crawled. Someone was watching him! “Who’s there? What do you want?” “I ask questions. I do not answer them.” It was not a normal human voice. It almost sounded like Vader, but was quite certain it was not him. That voice was indelibly imprinted in Indy’s memory. “You might have already noticed that I fixed up most of what was ailing you. Of course, I left you a reminder of your lovely little trip through the desert air. Could not have you being too comfortable.” There was the sound of metal, and then Indy could hear creaking. The person was opening a door behind him. He tried to see who it was, but could not twist around enough to catch even a glimpse. Plus, of course, the pain. The Vader-like voice continued from behind Indy. “First question: Who are you? You are not Han Solo.” Indy’s blood ran cold. If this person knew about Solo, and was willing to go to such extremes to find out more, nothing good could come of giving him any further information. “He is not as old as you appear to be.” Indy said nothing, and that was when something cold and metallic tapped against the arm, and a galaxy of stars bloomed behind his eyes. He promised himself he would not yell and give the other man the satisfaction. He nearly passed out, however, but mercifully, or unmercifully in this instance, did not. “Every time you hesitate or do not answer one of my questions, I will make you remember your trip again.” Oh, I am in so much trouble. TAG: No one -----signature----- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no. I took this one out for you. You take this one. I keep this. You are not taking my whole wallet so you can go shopping. I was just gonna buy some groceries. Bullcrap. Lost "The Jetsons" Intro
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yodaminch Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/20 3:33pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	OOC: A bit mia for the next two days. So... Luke: Just dump Palps off to meditate. Aayla: Quinlan will explain everything about the ship between this post and the next one but he has not yet discussed Tholme's death. Threepio is still off. Batman is with Ben who is also mia for the moment. If I have time this evening, I'll put one more Palpatine post up. Quinlan Vos Quinlan could tell that Aayla was still disoriented with everything that had happened. He needed to convey the information quickly but carefully. Before he could however, he was disturbed to suddenly see the presence of his friend jovially appear out of no where. "Hello, old friends. What a surprise to see you two here." Aayla responded immediately. Quinlan was too stunned. How could he be so happy? He'd left Anakin and the twins for weeks alone. Suddenly he returns out of nowhere? Where was he when Tholme laid down his life for the children?! "Master Kenobi, I'm glad to see you" Quinlan could not say the feeling was mutual. He and Qui-Gon had nearly ran off to rescue him. Apparently he didn't need a rescue. Through their former Master/Padawan bond, Quinlan felt Aayla communicate her thoughts to him Something is wrong with him. This snapped Quinlan out of his thoughts and he reached out with the force. Indeed something was wrong with Obi-Wan. Had the nebulans done this? Could he be an impersonator? a fake? A trap? Quinlan's hand began moving towards his waist. Suddenly Galen appeared and confronted Kenobi. "PROXY?" he inquired. Suddenly the form of Obi-Wan reverted into a droid. Quinlan felt his anger starting to build. He steadied himself, allowing the force to fill him with calm. "Nothing to be worried about. Uh, this is my droid." Quinlan turned to PROXY, his face etched in stone and his teeth clenched. "Don't do that again" he warned. He turned back to Aayla. "Aayla, there is something I need to tell you. You need to know what this place is and why you are here." Tag: Aayla, Dooku, PROXY, Galen
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DarthSubZero Registered: Nov '06	Date Posted: 6/20 9:12pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	OOC: For some 16 weeks, my involvment in this RP is going to be cut back a bit, as I have some College Algebra classes in my community college. IC: as Galen Marek/Starkiller, PROXY Lars' Homestead Galen frowned somewhat when he heard Quinlan's tone in his response. However, he took it in stride, as he turned back torwards the homestead. However, before he walked back torwards the building, he quickly clutched the droid, and had him turn torwards him. "PROXY..." he said, whispering in a low tone in the droid's ear. "Keep an eye on them." "As you wish, Master Marek. However, might I make an enquiry?" "Ask away." "These beings," The droid looked briefly at Masters Secura and Vos. They looked every bit as they pictured them, their training programs stored in his databank. However, the Imperial records on them claimed they were dead. "Master, aren't they..." "I know, I know," he said waving it off. "That they're supposed to be dead. It appears that are others in the same circumstance as I am. Plucked out of their own time, as Count Dooku seemed to say." "Count Dooku is here as well, Master?" "Yes, an even more strange circumstance. However, he appeared to have some knowledge on what happened..." Galen now turned torwards the homestead, turning to leave. "I'm going to ask if he knows anything else. "In the meantime, these are your orders. Comm me if something happens." "As you command, Master Marek." With that, Galen turned to leave, passing by the two Jedi Masters as he reentered the homestead, Dooku still there when he returned. "Sorry, there was a...situation outside." He said that with a slight chuckle. However, his sanguine demeanror faded, his face once again stone as he turned torwards the Count again. "Count," he said, his arms folded across his chest. " You told me of Master Secura's circumstance as if she was new to this situation. Well, I also admit that I'm a stranger to this as well." His tone grew inquisitive. "So, I take it you have some experience with this?" TAG: Dooku, Vos, Secura -----signature----- "Want a guy disintergrated? Get me intergrated." -Dengar's Motto I am the cheese. I am the best character on the show. I am better than both the salami and the bologna combined.
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SirakRomar Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/21 8:49am Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	ooc: Have I not spotted it, or am I still waiting on my update for my Tusken´s? I´ll post once more, so the situation is clear. A´Sharad Hett Desert When he finally found them, deep inside the Jundland deserts, he did not hesitate to approach them. Hesitation was not common among his people. "Aaargh! Aaargh!" he greeted the men in their own language. His language. The one he had been raised in. They were three hunters, all of them standing next ot their Bantha´s and preparing for a hunt, obviously. Yet, he wondered if this were Tusken´s, if this was Tatooine. "A´Sharad of Clan Sundown!" He shouted to them in Tusken and raised his lightsabers, not activated, into the air. A greeting of a warrior. "I must know what happened here? Are our people the only ones left?" He stopped a few meters away from them. Tag: Coruscant -----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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HanSolo29 Title: Fan Art Manager Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 6/21 12:28pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Han Solo Streets, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Han was drifting in and out of the darkness, a restless sleep that continued to plague him with visions of pain and suffering. But somehow, he knew it wasn't a dream. The agony he was in was very real and he vaguely recalled the harsh reality that he had been shot. But by whom and why? Nothing made sense anymore. A cold sensation suddenly washed over his mouth and trailed down the back of his throat, shocking him from his delirious slumber. Water. He gulped, wanting more, but his body wanted to reject the cool liquid and he gagged, the reaction threatening to bring up the contents of his stomach. But he fought it, forcing back the sensation and focusing solely on how good it felt. It was like breathing new life into him and it brought enough confidence to allow his eyelids to flutter open once more. Several figures were surrounding him, silhouetted against the glaring light of the suns. It was hard to make out details, but he was fairly certain they weren't a threat...at least, not yet. In fact, when one of the figures spoke, it caused his heart to flutter in anticipation. He would recognize those distinct growls and grunts anywhere. "C-Chewie...? he asked in a raspy whisper. "I-Is that you?" TAG: Zaalbar, Mission, Boba Fett, Deena Shan, Threepio, Wicket, HK-47 -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 One of Hammer's Angels Fly casual
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/21 3:46pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	OOC: Sorry, I've fallen ill this weekend and I'm not feeling up to any more posts right now . Hopefully later, but I can't promise anything. -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/22 12:38pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Mission Vao ~Mos Eisley street~ Missison felt relieved when she saw the wounded man drink the water, until he gagged on it. Zaalbar carefully - and with a gentleness that always astonished the beings who didn’t know him - turned him to his side, so if things went wrong and he had to throw up, it wouldn’t stick in his throat. She fervently hoped he wouldn’t have to vomit and luckily, he didn’t. Zaalbar went back to giving him more water, while Mission made the mistake of looking at the wound again. With the man turned she finally had full access to it and could take proper care of it, but it looked so awful. It made her stomach go all wobly again. No, this wouldn’t do. It would be too embarrassing if she was the one throwing up. She wasn’t going to humiliate herself like that. Get a grip! she told herself furiously. And help him. You know how to do this! How bad the wound is has nothing to do with it, it only means he needs more bacta and this pack is big enough. That’s it, I’ll just concentrate on the bacta and the sealing bandage and I’ll stop seeing anything else. That attitude helped, although finally putting the pack over the wound helped even more. It made everything underneath it nicely invisible. “That’s good work,” she heard a voice. Looking up she saw Boba and couldn’t help but grin up at him like an idiot, glad he was all right. “Thanks.” She made sure the bandage sealed the bacta securely to the wound, while Boba stepped over the man. He still had his blaster at the ready, which was a good thing, because Zaalbar was still busy as well, making sure the man didn’t drink too fast or choke on it. “Agreement: Good work, for a meat bag,” his droid said. She grinned at him as well. It made her even forgive him the term ‘meat bag’ and hold her tongue. She could call him a bucket of rusty bolds another time. Boba was scanning the surrounding buildings and alleys. “We should get out of the open until we find and eliminate the shooter,” he said. “Does he have any weapons or an ID?” She quickly checked before she stood. “A blaster, but I don’t see anything like an ID. And you’re right, now that the wound is treated we should get him out of here. And those poor Ewoks too.” She went to the one laying nearby, holding his arm as if it was in pain. “I wish that golden droid was awake, so he could translate between us. Hey….” She looked at Boba’s droid. “How is yours with languages? Could he… Frak, what’s that?” A huge animal came walking down the street, the biggest blasted thing she had ever seen in her life. It was covered in hair even shaggier than Zaalbar’s and wicked looking horns curled at both sides of its enormous head. But most surprising of all, something that made her jaw drop, there was someone sitting right smack on top of him. She quickly pulled her blaster and stepped beside Boba. “Isn’t that the woman who was in the cantina?” she hissed at him and Zaalbar. Just then the woman and her monster reached them. "Oh no! Han!" she cried out as she jumped off. "What happened here? What's wrong with Han?" “Seems she knows who he is,” Mission said to Boba, lowering her blaster. To the woman she said, “He’s shot, Ma’am, that’s all we really know. We were still in the cantina when we heard the shooting and an explosion. He… Han… was down and so were the Ewoks and the droid, and the other man who was with them has been taken away by someone. There’s been no shooting since. Don’t worry, I think he’ll be all right." Meaning she hoped he'd be all right. "The wound’s been taken care off. Hey, since you know him, do you know if he or his friend has any enemies who could have done this? Any chance they’d come back?” Just then the man himself suddenly said something. He was staring up at Zaalbar and whispering, "C-Chewie...? I-Is that you?" [Mission, we need to get him off the street, now] Zaalbar growled. [I’ll carry him, you take care of the others.] TAG: Boba, Deena, Han, Wicket, Logran, C-3PO OOC: Minch, if you see this before you’re off… since it doesn’t seem that anyone wants to take over Logran, do you want him to have died, or shall we drag him along for a while until you want to take him ‘back’ again? -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Seremela Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 6/22 2:47pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	OOC: loaning Anakin again... IC: Qui-Gon Jinn ~Jabba’s stronghold~ Ben and Batman seemed totally engrossed in the monitors and control systems when Qui-Gon left, but before he went through the door Ben looked up at him with that typical small smile he had. “Please try not to get yourself into too much trouble...”, he said, chuckled and added almost solemnly, “...Master.” “Brat,” Qui-Gon said with affection and closed the door on them. Batman looked like he knew what he was doing, so the two of them should be able to secure this place. Time to see if it was truly safe on the inside as well. He still didn’t like this place. It wasn’t until he entered yet another circular hallway when it struck him. He had just called a man about his own age ‘brat’, as if he still was his young apprentice. He sighed as the weirdness of it all caught up with him again. When he saw a shaft of sunlight fall through of one of the many entrances to the hallway, he followed it and ended at a thick, parasteel window. Outside the rocks shimmered in the heat and harsh beams of the twin suns. Qui-Gon felt the need to connect with the planet, but he knew that opening the window would merely let the sweltering heat into the relative coolness of the stronghold. He had another, a better way though. Casting his senses out with the help of the Force, he felt confident that all was safe for now. He took his lightsaber in his hands – no need to take unnecessary changes - knelt in his favorite meditation position and closed his eyes, immerging himself completely in the Force. He didn’t know how long his meditation lasted, the Force flowing through him, whispering to him, helping him let go of his anxieties and confusion, making his path clear once again. When he opened his eyes, he knew it didn’t matter that this wasn’t his own time and place. He would still do what the Force told him to and right now it spoke as clearly about Anakin to him as it always had. The boy needed to be trained. He stood in one flowing motion, took one last look outside and, seeing nothing threatening, turned back to the huge central hallway where he knew the princess and the children still were. He felt Anakin’s coiled energy long before he entered the hallway. “Qui-Gon, you’re back,” Anakin yelled, running at him with all the exuberance of youth. Qui-Gon smiled when he saw it and felt the boy’s enthusiasm. “Where’s Ben and Batman?” “They found the security room and were working on the system when I left. I don’t think they’ll be working at it for much longer. Now….” He folded his hands before him and looked down at the boy. “You were going to show me what you know about handling a lightsaber, remember? So, let’s start. Show me the moves you have already learned from Obi-Wan.” “Yeah!” Anakin grabbed his saber, took the defensive stance of form I and ignited his blade. Good, Obi-Wan had started at the basics. He put his hands in his sleeves and gave Anakin a curt nod. “The First form, padawan.” Only when the word had left his mouth, did he realize what he had said. But it felt right. After all, Obi-Wan had already started Anakin’s training, so the boy was a padawan. Movement at the end of the room made him look up. The princess stood watching them. In that brief glance he gave her, before he focused back on Anakin, he felt the Force inside her as he had before. She felt almost as strong in the Force as Anakin. Something he should talk about with Obi… with Ben. TAG: Ben, Batman, Anakin, Leia -----signature----- Winner of WWTF round 2
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/22 5:54pm Subject: [AU Tatooine] The Desert That Shall Not Be Named
	IC: Ex-Grand Admiral Daala Mos Eisley As Vader suddenly appeared she felt a sinking feeling as he spoke, "Well there goes this neighborhood." She whispered to Siri. "Aye!" She shouted out hitting the ignition as she swung to port and gunned it down a side street before turning away without hopefully giving Siri a chance to hop out. As soon as she came to another she hiked it down that one and shot off. "I hate idiot brutes." she muttered as they went and soon stopped as she came around a turn towards some recent noise. Where they stopped in front of some interesting and somewhat familiar faces. TAG: Vader, Siri, Han, Wicket, Boba, Deena, HK-47, C-3PO, Mission OOC: Sorry for delay, currently absorbed by the Lightsaber Masters Tourney. If needed and reply lacking, either PM or feel free to move and drag Daala along for now. -----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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