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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/18/03 4:44pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/17/03 - CH 6 Added!]
	Chapter VII - Die Rebel Die! Colonel Veers held his breath as the blonde was nearly on top of him. If the rebel came any closer, no matter how well he was hidden, Veers knew that the rebel would discover someone was hiding. And that would be bad news for him. He did not want his cover blown so early, not until he made the first move anyway. Veers waited patiently all the while his heart raced inside his chest. Vivid images from basic training came back at him at the most inappropriate time. He recalled doing something very similar in the forest terrain of Carida, something his instructors had called ‘The Breakdown’. It was a three-week exercise where new recruits were forced to put to test all the skills they had learned in the first six months of training. It put a lot of mental and physical strain on the recruit until they broke down. A mock battle would be fought against experienced Imperial soldiers and voluntary civilians. The objective of the exercise was to not only survive but to defeat the enemy and apprehend the mock garrison they were holding. He had survived the battle and was one of ten cadets who had raised the Imperial flag at the base. Veers believed it had been the most exhilarating experience he had ever gone through. The blonde rebel turned his back to Veers. It was the moment he was waiting for. Without hesitating, Veers lunged out of his hidden spot on to the back of the Rebel. Both men fell toward the muddy ground of the Yavin jungle. “Help!” Cried the rebel as Veers pounded a fist repeatedly into the human’s face all the while he wrestled for the blaster. Colonel Veers could hear over the struggle the two other rebels rushing through the forest to reach their fallen comrade. Blonde smashed his own fist into Veers face, sending him sprawling onto his back. The rebel than moved to tackle the fallen Imperial, but a red flash of light and a smoking hole in his chest a split second later stopped him dead in his tracks. Colonel Veers scrambled to his feet, a smoking blaster in his right hand at his side, just in time as the other two rebels emerged from the forest. “Stop!” Cried the leader and fired a shot at the fleeing Colonel. The energy bolt sped past Veers, narrowly missing him by half a foot. By the time the rebels began chasing after the Colonel, his uniform had allowed him to blend into the greenery, allowing him to disappear momentarily. Long enough for him to take advantage and flank the two remaining rebels. “Where did he go?” The rebel pilot inquired loud enough for anything to find him easily. Keep it up, foolish rebel. Veers beckoned, smiling deviously as the pilot did as he silently commanded. “No way he could have disappeared that easily.” “Shush, or he’ll find us.” Snapped the leader in a much quieter tone. Veers inched his way quietly toward the group until he spotted the pilot. Turn your back. He pleaded and found himself to be lucky that fate was with him, for the rebel pilot did turn his back to the Colonel. Maximilian Veers slowly stood from his position, blaster extended out and fired into the young pilot’s back. Already the last remaining rebel was turning just as his companion’s body began to fall to the ground. But he wasn’t fast enough to bring up his own blaster and return fire. He too joined his two dead comrades with a smoking hole in the middle of his skull. Colonel Veers leaned against a fat tree trunk littered with protruding step-like fungi. He took several deep full breaths of the air. He sneezed at the smell of burnt ozone and flesh, or was it from the fungi behind him? He didn’t know but he still took steps to avoid the fungi just in case he actually was allergic to the organism. Veers wanted to rest after the small firefight he had with the rebels, but he knew he couldn’t stay around for very long. He didn’t know how many rebels were in the shuttle and he certainly did not want to find out right away and on their terms. While he was searching through the pockets of the two rebels, the comlink of the rebel leader began to beep urgently for attention. Veers slipped the leader’s jacket onto his own torso and pulled out the comlink. He flipped it over in his hand, still beeping, before deciding to throw it into the jungle. The stranded Imperial stole the blaster clips of the rebels, a couple ration bars, and a tiny maglite before moving back toward the river and the rebel shuttlecraft. He still had to find a way to steal the shuttle. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/18/03 6:37pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/18/03 - CH 7 Added!]
	Up -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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lordmaul13 Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 4/18/03 9:12pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/18/03 - CH 7 Added!]
	Delurks. I've finally caught up. Very good story so far. I'm tired and have a headache otherwise I'd go into greater detail with my review. G'night. lordmaul13 -----signature----- tatooinewizard's partner in crime I can dream now, Joey. Oh, you wouldn't believe what I can dream of now. Hellraiser III Better Days Than These http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27626554&brd=10475&start=27629823
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/19/03 12:44pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/18/03 - CH 7 Added!]
	Sorry for the delay in responding, got caught up in the Easter rush. Had to smile at the way Veers was thinking that he looked just like a tired, dirty, and wounded soldier from the Clone Wars holovids because he was indeed a tired, dirty, and wounded soldier. And I was nodding in agreement when he realized he didn't know which was the right direction. Good descriptions of Veers watching the rebels get closer and closer, and being able to hear their conversations, wanting to run away and yet not daring to move. I'm glad he's thinking that captivity would be preferable to living the rest of his life alone on the jungle moon -- but is of course trying to escape both captivity and the moon. Good action, too, with him jumping out of the bushes onto the blond man. The pilot does sound like an idiot -- or maybe he's just narrowly focused on flying and hasn't had any special training in ground maneuvers like these. On the one hand, I'm sad that there are fewer rebels now than there used to be, but on the other hand, I'm kind of cheering for Veers' success here, too. I liked the tension of the chirping comlink, letting the readers know that there are still more rebels out there to be taken care of before Veers can call the shuttle his own. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/19/03 2:55pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/18/03 - CH 7 Added!] - Date Edited: 4/19/03 2:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	lordmaul13 said: I've finally caught up. Very good story so far. I'm tired and have a headache otherwise I'd go into greater detail with my review. Thanks for delurking and letting me know you are reading. Even a little post like that makes me happy that someone is reading and enjoys what I write. Besides, I think I have a detailed reviewer here already. Course one more doesn't hurt. Jane Jinn I'm not use to having detailed reviews like this that I have no idea how to respond! [face_shocked] But thanks a million! Chapter VIII - Standoff Colonel Veers crouched behind a gnarled dead tree and peered below the trunk through a crevasse that was dug into the earth by some burrowing creature that wanted to get past the trunk but couldn’t climb over and was too stupid to go around. It also gave him a good view of the rebel shuttlecraft and that of the downed vessel half buried in the earth from the high-velocity impact. He was badly outnumbered five to one and outgunned ten to one. Still, that didn’t persuade him from giving up and getting off of the rotting planet. He had faced greater numbers than the ones he was presented with now and still came out on top as the victor. Except, he also had support during those battles and resources to rely on. Here, all he had was his own ingenuity and a blaster. Veers had two choices currently presentable to him. He could use the protection of the rotting trunk and the small hole beneath to fire from and pick them off one by one all the while leaving himself vulnerable to flank attacks. Or he could fire off one or two shots then move deeper into the forest and flank the rebels and come up from behind the wreckage allowing the rebels to run for cover inside the shuttle. Or he could act like the Corellians and charge into battle blindly with no plan except for a blaster blazing wildly. Veers snorted at that idea. He knew how that would end, with him dead. Veers recalled watching security footage of a rebel terrorist getting separated from the others and chasing after two stormtroopers. A Wookiee had followed behind him and was lucky to not have been with his human companion. The charging rebel had quickly retreated as he had bravely chased the stormtroopers when he found out a legion of troopers was waiting around the corner. That moment made Veers smile broadly. He had several plans formulated in his mind. None of them insured flawless victory and most of them were too much of a risk to his life. “How hard can it be to take on five rebels when you just took out three earlier?” Veers chastised himself quietly for his reluctance. Except all three were humans while these five are a mixed sort. The two rebel humans inspecting the wreckage had a Wookiee tugging at the plastisteel that Veers had hours ago peeled away at to get to Lieutenant Pliskin. A Twi’lek and a species Veers couldn’t identify were guarding the shuttle ramp and talking away idly with each other as if it was only another drill and nothing serious. Colonel Veers decided he would take out the two at the shuttle and make a break for it before the remaining three could react to him. But that idea was washed away with a new development. A sixth rebel walked down the ramp to the two aliens and spoke to them in hushed tones. Veers could only guess as to what was being said, but he had a good idea they were talking about him. The Twi’lek lekkus twitched in agitation while the second seemed to stiffen in response to whatever the human was telling them. The three rebels at the wreckage came back, the Wookiee wrinkling its nose in disgust at the smell it had to endure, to listen in on what the sixth rebel was telling. Then, to Veers alarm, they unholstered their blaster rifles while the two aliens and the sixth rebel walked back into the shuttle. What are they doing? Veers inquired, troubled. His worries rocketed toward the sky when the Wookiee began to sniff the air and moaned something to the humans. Veers knew what had happened; the giant furball had smelled the Colonel’s scent. “Where?” The shorter rebel to the Wookiee’s right inquired further. The Wookiee howled lowly and pointed in the general direction of the Imperial and to prove that something was hiding, the alien un-slung the giant bowcaster from his back and fired a green energy bolt. The blast was short and dug into the dirt in front of the gnarled tree trunk. It splattered dirt down upon Colonel Veers who refused to flinch to the provoked attack. Another blast hit the tree trunk itself and splinters flew everywhere. “There’s nothing there.” The short rebel argued and the Wookiee howled in disagreement, shaking its chocolate furry head. Colonel Veers pressed himself against the tree trunk and listened to the movements of the rebels. They weren’t moving due to whatever the Wookiee had been telling them. Veers concluded they were hoping he would come out and reveal himself. He wasn’t that big of a fool as they thought he was. Then the sound of the shuttle starting up alarmed him. His chance of escaping the planet was leaving the area. He had to somehow stop it from going anywhere. But how? He questioned to himself. A mere blaster can not bring down a shuttle that is designed to resist hand and rifle blaster fire. He didn’t know if the owners had closed the ramp yet. There was only one way he could find out. He was about to peek underneath the log when another blast from the bowcaster kept him positioned up against the decaying organism. The Wookiee was certainly persistent about someone hiding behind it. The high pitched whine of the shuttle drowned out any other noise as it began to lift off from the ground. Veers pounded his fist into the earth beneath him in anger as his ride left rapidly over the tree tops back in the direction it had came. He only had one choice left to take now. He would have to venture toward the temples. But first, he had to get away from the party that the shuttle no doubt left behind to deal with him. That meant, getting out of sight if the rebels had moved since the shuttle took off. Veers began to shift his weight to stand up and run for the forest when a ruby blaster bolt whizzed past his temple narrowly missing by millimeters. The close proximity of the shot was near enough for him to feel the heat and singe the bandage he had wrapped around his skull. The closeness of the shot would have been enough to freeze any normal being into place. But Veers was not a normal being, his training did not allow for Imperial soldiers to freeze in place when under attack. It enforced spontaneous reaction into its trainees and veterans. Instantaneous, Veers leaped to his feet and began running. As soon as he revealed himself, blaster fire chased him and tried to trace his path ahead of him. But his training again enforced his path into a zigzag and unpredictable. It also made him return fire knowing that he had the slimmest chance of hitting any of the hostile force. Veers dived into the trench the wrecked shuttle had created upon crashing, just as a salvo of blaster and bowcaster fire whizzed overhead. Breathing heavily, he raised his hand blaster over the edge and sent a reply without exposing himself. It was only meant to force the enemy to keep their heads down and not really do any damage. One out of a hundredth chance does that tactic ever actually hit a hostile. Oh how Veers wished he had some grenades to throw at the rebels. He even wished he had an entire legion of stormtroopers, Imperial walkers and Scout walkers, and a squadron of TIE bombers strafing the ground from overhead. He missed having all those resources and realized how much he took them for granted. He had always thought he would have the Imperial war machine right behind him when he went into battle. He had never considered the idea of being stranded on a hostile world with only a blaster and himself to fight with. He never had realized how much he relied on the stormtroopers he led to keep him unharmed and breathing. How many of those stormtroopers relied on him to keep them alive long enough so they could live and fight another day. “Funny how life can enlighten you of things you took for granted, at the strangest and most dangerous moments.” Veers laughed sardonically. “Surrender, Imperial dog!” Yelled one of the rebels as soon as the blaster fire had died down long enough for the message to be clearly given. “You are surrounded and outnumbered!” No kriff. Colonel Veers' thoughts dripped with sarcasm. His dirt covered back pressed up against one side of the shoved dirt of the man-made gorge. His hands danced over the blaster as they switched the cartridge from empty to a full one. His blue eyes took in the remaining cartridge and he knew he wouldn’t last for very much longer once he ran out of ammunition. Sooner or later the rebels will realize he was out of ammo and begin making their way toward his position. “Surrender now and the Alliance will promise that no harm shall come to you!” The rebel pleaded, his words marinated with deception and falsehood. Although Veers had no idea how the rebels would treat him, he did know that once they found out his rank and how much authority he had they would press for whatever information his mind kept locked away. Even if that meant using torture, both physical and mental, to break him. He didn’t want to find that out. He’d rather suffer on the planet than having to live with the guilt of betraying his Emperor and the New Order through an interrogation. His loyalty to the Empire came first over his own self-being. The Academy at Carida had taught and drilled that into him relentlessly until he either understood it or it became programmed into him. He also did not want to have to go through the steps of an interrogation. He knew what it was like to witness an Imperial questioning session, Veers did not want to imagine what rebel interrogations, with crude instruments and methods were like. Anything they did would be a lot rougher than what the Imperials could ever do. He had heard stories that the rebels made Imperial interrogations look gentle in comparison. Veers shuddered at the idea of savage and uncivilized criminals torturing his body and mind only for the knowledge he possessed and perhaps for their own sadistic twisted pleasure. He remembered seeing footage of rebel insurgents uprising on some backwater world in the Outer Rim. Imperial officers and stormtroopers unfortunate enough to be in the path of the angry mob were either trampled to death, shot, or beaten to a pulp (sometimes resulting in death later). “Come out! We know you can’t last forever on just one blaster!” The same rebel hollered. Much as Veers loathes admitting it, the rebel was right. “Never!” He replied back and added three random and blind shots. He had no intentions of leaving his hiding spot. Veers let his gaze wander along his surroundings to see if there was anything useful in helping him against the rebels. There was nothing except a few pieces of shrapnel the size of a door or smaller. His intense blue eyes stared at the pieces of wreckage, then with the determination of an Imperial soldier bent on staying alive and defeating the enemy, he began digging away at a piece of metal with his blaster and hands until he had it unburied. The piece was only about two feet long and a foot and a half wide. And despite all the dirt and smoke stains, it still shone with a metallic sheen. Perfect for a personal shield. Blaster fire rang overhead as Veers pulled his jacket off and then his issued uniform shirt. He replaced the jacket back on his person and gripped the shield tightly with one hand and with his blaster-equipped hand he raised his shirt over the edge, careful to keep his shield out of sight, and began swinging it back and forth. The fabric of his shirt hid his blaster from sight. “I’m coming out!” He hollered and tossed an empty clip a couple feet ahead of him in hopes to fool the rebels in thinking that he had thrown away his blaster. “Hold your fire!” “A wise choice Imperial!” The rebel replied and Veers could hear them moving, most likely to accept their prisoner. Someone needed to teach them a little bit more about wisdom and warfare. Veers intended on being that person to give that lesson. The Colonel took a deep breath, tucked his shirt partly into his belt, and leapt over the edge of the trench with shield raised and blaster blazing. He caught the two human rebels by surprise, one went down with a blast to his shoulder while the other ducked and rolled behind a tree. The Wookiee was seen no where but Veers did not pause to find out where the alien furball was. The Imperial ran for the forest, his makeshift shield protecting him from the returning blaster fire. He could feel the impact of each shot and the metal was beginning to emit heat that it was absorbing. Then a shot from the bowcaster knocked him sideways. Veers staggered on his feet but kept himself upright and protected by the shield by miracle. Once he was within the relative safety of the forest, he dumped the shield and began running harder. He didn’t pause to look over his shoulder and fire back or to see if the Rebels were coming after him. The only thing that told him of the rebels’ status was the occasional shot of a blaster and a Wookiee howl as the alien took up the chase. Veers dodged and ran around tree trunks and prickly bushes. Branches scrapped and tore at him as he fled from the crash site for the third time that day. The first time was to escape the piranha beetles, the second time was out of fear and the stench that reeked the area, and now he ran from it again to get away from the rebels. It just was not his day with that site. A frustrated howl told Veers that the Wookiee was giving up the chase. He didn’t understand why but he really didn’t care. He wanted to get away from the rebels. Another howl, this Veers understood, echoed behind him. Something, he realized, he must have done to get such a threat from the creature. “I hope it never comes about.” Veers muttered as he pushed his way past several vines hanging from a limp tree. He never stopped running, not even after the rebels had momentarily given up the chase. Not at least until night fell and the temperature began to drop did he stop to rest. Colonel Veers walked another kilometer in the dimming light of dusk to find a suitable place to spend the night. He found a toppled tree that leaned up against a larger one. It was an ideal place to sleep. The massive trunk of the dead tree was just large enough to be a roof and dead vines from that tree drooped downward to about two feet above the ground, partially hiding anything inside from view. Veers didn’t dare light a fire for fear of the rebels discovering it from overhead. Instead, he curled up into a ball beneath a pile of fallen leaves and dead vines and scrunched his jacket closer around him and tried to sleep the night away. ...To Be Continued And that is the end of Part I: Stranded! Next update will be the beginning of Part II: Darkness! -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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lordmaul13 Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 4/20/03 3:09pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/19/03 - CH 8 Added!]
	Well not that I'm super detailed in my reviews. But it would've been more than Good job, I have a headache, see you later. Here, all he had was his own ingenuity and a blaster. We're going to have to use our heads. Damn. So far it sounds like the Wook is the only smart rebel around. No kriff. Colonel Veers' thoughts dripped with sarcasm. I can hear that line in my head, not just read it but hear it. So tell me, did you ever play Forcecommander? One of the missions has you rescue Veers on Yavin IV. I wondered if you were planning on incorporating any of that? lordmaul13 -----signature----- tatooinewizard's partner in crime I can dream now, Joey. Oh, you wouldn't believe what I can dream of now. Hellraiser III Better Days Than These http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27626554&brd=10475&start=27629823
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/20/03 11:22pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/19/03 - CH 8 Added!]
	As a writer, I'm grateful for any reader as well, but I have to say, I appreciate the detailed reviews the most. Basically, I just try to give the reviews that I myself would like to receive -- lead by example and hope that others follow. Veers recalled watching security footage of a rebel terrorist getting separated from the others and chasing after two stormtroopers. A Wookiee had followed behind him and was lucky to not have been with his human companion. The charging rebel had quickly retreated as he had bravely chased the stormtroopers when he found out a legion of troopers was waiting around the corner. This was aboard the Death Star, right? You didn't specify, but if it was, it sounds suspiciously like Han and Chewie! I liked the detail of the Wookiee's scent of smell and the way that he was able to locate Veers' general hiding place by his odor. I also liked the way Veers was laying there thinking about how he missed his Imperial resources and how he'd relied on his stormtroopers to keep him unharmed and breathing, and how they'd relied on him to keep them alive. I wasn't too sure about the Rebel calling him an Imperial dog, though. Do they even have dogs in the GFFA? And I know you're pro-Imperial, but do the Rebels usually go around insulting people they want to surrender? I did like the second sentence, though, where they were promising that no harm would come to him if he surrendered. That sounded better, more decent, more ... Rebel-like. Interesting that Veers thinks the Rebels would torture him the same way or even worse than the Imperials would torture Rebels for information. I think he's been caught up in Imperial propaganda a bit here. I'm sure that the Rebels would be interested in what he could tell them, but I'm not sure about their use of torture. At least Veers has a good motive for wanting to avoid capture or surrender, though. Good idea with the shield and with hiding his blaster under his shirt! Yes, the Rebels are a bit too trusting ... I wonder why they gave up chasing after him. Too much work, or were they called back? Looking forward to more! -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/21/03 12:04am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/19/03 - CH 8 Added!] - Date Edited: 6/20/03 8:29pm (1 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	lordmaul13 said So far it sounds like the Wook is the only smart rebel around. Unfortunately. So tell me, did you ever play Forcecommander? One of the missions has you rescue Veers on Yavin IV. I wondered if you were planning on incorporating any of that? I do play FC but I havent beaten that mission yet. And no Im not going to add that into the story. Jane Jinn said This was aboard the Death Star, right? You didn't specify, but if it was, it sounds suspiciously like Han and Chewie! Yes it is that very exact scene aboard the Death Star. I wasn't too sure about the Rebel calling him an Imperial dog, though. Do they even have dogs in the GFFA? And I know you're pro-Imperial, but do the Rebels usually go around insulting people they want to surrender? Yes they have dogs in the GFFA. Luke owned one when he was much younger on Tattooine. As for the insulting, its really not much pro-Imperial influened there. In wars, both sides always insult each other especially when one side kills the others friends. Emotions are high and things happen. Interesting that Veers thinks the Rebels would torture him the same way or even worse than the Imperials would torture Rebels for information. I think he's been caught up in Imperial propaganda a bit here. Maybe, maybe not. We'll never know how the rebellion extracts information from their prisoners until someone writes the story from the Imperial's point of view. But that'll never happen now will it? I wonder why they gave up chasing after him. Too much work, or were they called back? Veers had shot one of their friends good so they went to tend to him instead of chasing after an Imperial who is most likely going to die in the jungle then escape. Looking forward to more! And here it comes! Part II Seduction Chapter IX - Nightmares & Dark Lords DAY TWO The morning mist of the jungle obstructed Colonel Veers' vision as he made his way through the vegetation and closer to the heart of rebel occupied territory. Something slimy slithered across his hand as he used a tree trunk for support. Veers pulled his hand away in disgust and rubbed at it unconsciously as if it will get rid of the feeling. He yawned tiredly. Veers had not slept much through the night. Things kept disturbing him in his sleep. One thing turned out to be some kind of avian hooting the night away. Another thing happened to slither across his body without him knowing until its forked tongue began flicking in his ear. The night creatures he didn’t mind so much at all. It was the nightmares that haunted him that kept him awake most of the night. Nightmares of the Death Star exploding in various forms were one of the things that taunted him. Sometimes the dreams portrayed the station as Tarkin’s grayed head, smirking in triumph as the last moments of the Rebellion were within his grasp when it would suddenly explode at the final seconds of the count down. Sometimes it was his body or those of other people he knew. The remains of his colleagues also taunted and danced in his dreams. Those were the worse nightmares he had throughout the night. He would wake up in a cold sweat, despite the cold temperature of the jungle, after either the skull of the pilot laughing at him or a skeleton in stormtrooper armor accusing him of leaving them behind during the piranha attack, woke him up. One time he tried to reason with his subconscious, he tried to explain there was nothing he could do for the fallen Imperials. But it would not listen to his logic. It was as if the dead blamed him for everything that had happened. In a way, they were right. If it hadn’t discovered the rebels’ intentions, all of them, including he, would have died on the Death Star. Then the only persons to be blamed were the damned rebels. Veers sighed sadly. The rebel terrorists were the cause of his insomnia. He had lain awake underneath the dead tree and vines for hours, unable to sleep until the final hours of the night creeped its way into the sky. Too tired to dream of nightmares, his mind and body slept restlessly, the remnants of the dreams too vivid in his mind to let him fall back into a deep sleep. All because of one pilot’s torpedo had gone down the exhaust port. Now he was walking through the jungles of Yavin IV toward the ancient temples and the rebel base, trying to avoid capture and staying alive in the meantime and to stave off boredom and hunger. Colonel Veers’ stomach grumbled in protest of not being fed properly. He hadn’t eaten anything since the morning of yesterday, just before the battle that became costly to the Empire. “How many soldiers and brilliant young minds were lost?” He asked the jungle and an animal in the distance squawked in reply. “Too many.” He answered his question, his voice full of melancholy. His stomach protested about the void that filled its cavity again. Colonel Veers decided to take a rest and sit at the base of one of the jungle trees, remembering also he had some food to silence his noisy stomach. He opened up his jacket and pulled out a tin foiled ration bar he had filched off of one of the dead rebels. It tasted bland and he wished he had some seasoning or something to sweeten the awful food. “How the hell can the rebels eat this stuff?” He complained and forced himself to swallow the portions he chewed. Veers had eaten better rations then the ones he had now. He chuckled at the irony of how much he preferred Imperial rations to the rebel rations. Veers took out a canteen from his utility belt and unscrewed the top to take a swig of the river water he had collected yesterday. The lukewarm water helped wash away the bland taste of the ration bar and quench the thirst that he had no clue was there. “He’s over here.” Whispered a voice in the fog suddenly. Colonel Veers dropped his meal and the canteen and sat up to one knee; his stolen blaster ready as his alert blue eyes scanned the misty jungle for the source. He couldn’t see anyone but that didn’t mean no one was out there. A quiet maniacal laughter echoed throughout the jungle and the humid air suddenly felt frigid. Veers shivered and pulled the rebel jacket closer around his torso as he collected the ration and canteen from the ground before continuing on his journey. "Fear. Fear attracts the fearful, the strong, the weak...” The same voice whispered, followed by another round of raving laughter. “I can see you, but can you see me?” A rustle behind him coerced Veers to spin around and fire a shot into the mist. Whoever was watching and stalking him found his efforts humorous. Again the voice laughed at him. “Show yourself!” Veers hollered. The mist seemed to swirl in front of and all around him. He didn’t like the eerieness of the jungle adding to the stalker’s bizarre game. Someone cackled directly into his left ear and the Colonel took a swing with a balled up fist in response, but he only went through air. “Pathetic.” The bodiless voice echoed at him. “I demand that you show yourself!” Veers ordered sternly, his eyes warily watching his surroundings for any sign of the stalker. As soon as he saw him, Veers vowed he’d shoot first and than ask questions later. No one taunts him at all and gets away with it, much less live to tell about it. “Yes.” Hissed the voice with twisted pleasure. “Your temper is wild when provoked.” And as if someone had shocked him with 10,000 volts of electricity, Maximilian Veers caught his temper and wrestled it under control. He gripped his blaster tighter and narrowed his eyes with a cold deadliness. Through clenched teeth Veers managed to speak in a strained calm tone. “Who are you?” “I am the Dark Lord of the Sith!” Boomed the voice and several avians and furry creatures scattered in fright from their hiding places, no longer finding them secure from the looming and unseen entity. Not another one. Veers groaned gloomily. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/21/03 12:17pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/19/03 - CH 8 Added!]
	Not another one. Veers groaned gloomily. LOL! nice touch. Up! -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/21/03 9:58pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/21/03 - CH 9 Added!]
	Not another one. Yes, that made me smile, too. I didn't know that Luke had had a dog on Tatooine. Dogs just seem so earthly somehow. I'd've expected him to have a different pet. Oh, well. Amazing that Veers got any sleep at all. If something slithered across me, I'd be sitting upright the rest of the night. Just one of those nightmares would keep me awake, too. It's funny that he should be blaming himself, or imagining that the other soldiers were blaming him for their deaths, when he was only doing his duty in finding the weakness of the Death Star. I didn't quite understand why Veers was headed towards the ancient temples where the Rebel base is located. Wouldn't that increase the risk of him getting captured, the closer he gets to the Rebels? Or is he hoping to evade them until Imperial reinforcements arrive and storm the base? The Sith must have been disappointed when Veers got his temper under control. No doubt he's going to provoke him again, though, to try to make him lose it a second time. Is Veers Force-sensitive at all? -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/21/03 11:07pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/21/03 - CH 9 Added!]
	Jane Jinn said I didn't know that Luke had had a dog on Tatooine. Dogs just seem so earthly somehow. I'd've expected him to have a different pet. Oh, well. Alot of Earth creatures have made it into the SW universe. For example in TPM as Obi, Qui, and Jar Jar surface in the Naboo river we see several geese or ducks fly off. It's funny that he should be blaming himself, or imagining that the other soldiers were blaming him for their deaths, when he was only doing his duty in finding the weakness of the Death Star. Dreams have a way of influencing a persons thinking, especially after the trauma they have just experienced. He knows he was doing his duty but can't help blaming himself. I didn't quite understand why Veers was headed towards the ancient temples where the Rebel base is located. Wouldn't that increase the risk of him getting captured, the closer he gets to the Rebels? Or is he hoping to evade them until Imperial reinforcements arrive and storm the base? Latter option. He figures if he can reach the temples his chances of rescue would increase tremendously. He also figures that since the rebels will be too busy evacuating Yavin they might not pay attention to him. The Sith must have been disappointed when Veers got his temper under control. No doubt he's going to provoke him again, though, to try to make him lose it a second time. Is Veers Force-sensitive at all? All will be known in the next few chapters. -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/21/03 11:15pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/21/03 - CH 9 Added!]
	Chapter X - An Offer You Can't Refuse Maximilian Veers could not see the person who claimed to be a Dark Lord of the Sith. The only Dark Lord he knew was Lord Darth Vader and at the moment he had no idea whether Vader survived the battle or died when the space station exploded. From what Veers knew about the Sith and the Jedi, there was only suppose to be one Dark Lord of the Sith. So how can there be two? He asked silently to himself, although he might as well have said it out loud for the entire universe to hear because the Dark Lord chose to answer his question. “There can only be one!” Replied the disembodied voice; an annoyed rage seemed to radiate out of the middle of no where when it talked. Colonel Veers could feel the emotions in the air and could have sworn that the rage was more than what it felt to be. Longing. He didn’t understand what that meant and wasn’t exactly sure whether he wanted to find out the meaning to the puzzle. A part of him told him to not have anything to do with the bodiless voice. That part wanted him to flee, to get away from the voice. The rest of him knew that would be pointless since the voice could follow him. Furthermore, Veers was torn between curiosity and the urge to avoid getting involved in whatever the thing wanted. "Who are you?" Veers asked again, wanting to find out the name of this interloper, posing as a Sith Lord. “I am the embodiment of darkness. I am the soul of this moon. I am the master of the Massassi!” The voice declared in response. The fog swirled and twisted before Colonel Veers' vision and he thought he saw a vague image of a young man full of fire and anger approach him. The stranded Imperial raised his blaster pistol in a threatening gesture. The figure laughed at his puny attempts in self-defense. The foggy image of the young man faded and disappeared. The hair on the back of Veers’ neck stood on ends as his eyes wildly searched the surroundings for any sign of the entity. He found no evidence indicating that the entity was here or there. The only thing that told him that the specter was still with him was the luminous feeling of something dark and evil hanging in the air, permeating from the trees and the earth. It was enough to nearly suffocate the Colonel. “The Force is strong with you.” The dark entity spoke in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, in Veers’ right ear. “You could become powerful.” “I don’t want anything to do with that old religion.” Veers replied and moved on, wanting to get away from the voice. From the darkness that surrounded him like a cold blanket. “It can even help you escape this planet.” Colonel Veers stopped in his tracks at the mentioning of a way to escape and get back to his own people. Slowly Veers turned around to face the re-emerging image of the young man in the fog. Veers lips moved to form words but no breath escaped from them. The very thought of freedom was enough to leave him speechless. The very thought of being able to see his son again was enough to let him listen to the Dark Lord’s proposal. “How?” He managed to say at last. “I can train you in the ways of the Force. You would be able to stand up to the intruders at the stone step-pyramid temple. They would bow down to you and provide safe passage off planet." The entity replied, a sinister smile spreading across his lips as he explained to the Colonel what he could be capable of with the Force at his command. All the things the Dark Lord listed did not impress Veers. Some of the abilities he had seen Lord Vader put to use on the prisoner workers aboard the Death Star to encourage them to work harder and faster. Some he had no idea a Jedi or a Sith could actually do. Still he was cautious to not agree to the entity’s offer. Veers had a feeling that there was more to the bargain then what the Dark Lord let on. “What do I do in exchange for this training?” He asked carefully. The facsimile figure paced around the Imperial, smiling sinisterly, a smile that made Veers involuntarily shiver. “Only my apprentice.” The entity answered half-truthfully. Veers narrowed his eyes at the ghostly apparition. He didn’t trust this specter one bit. Why would a Dark Lord of the Sith help him escape this planet? Last he checked, the Sith didn’t have much of a heart to help stranded people unless they knew they would get something back in return. “I’ll have to think about it.” Veers said at last, hiding his thoughts from seeping into his tone. “Don’t think too long.” It said. “The intruders are in a hurry to leave this place.” The specter smiled at him again before its image swirled and faded back into the misty fog of the jungle morning. “I hear Yavin IV can be a very unpleasant place to live on your own.” The voice cackled and faded into the distance, leaving Colonel Veers alone in the fog. Veers trudged through the jungle, continuing on his journey toward the temples he had seen yesterday. The brief exchange of words with the Dark Lord continued to invade his consciousness as if it had a life of its own. He wanted to leave the jungle moon as soon as possible, but was he that willing to sell his soul to the equivalent of a demonic being? And what would happen to him once he did escape Yavin? He knew the policy of the Emperor concerning people who are capable of exploiting their force sensitivity. Once he learned how to manipulate the Force, how long would it take for one of the Inquisitors to take his life? Not very bloody long. Veers concluded as he stepped over a pile of some creature’s feces and waved at the air before him, trying to get rid of the foul stench and bring fresh air to his nostrils to no avail. The pile of dung symbolically reminded him of how much the Dark Lord’s offer sounded too good to be true, that it stank of deceit and a price far more expensive than being a mere apprentice. Veers just wish he knew what that extravagant price tag cost. Were whatever the true intentions of the Dark Lord worth his freedom of this wretched and humid jungle planet? He wished he could find the answer easily. The paradox continued to eat at him until he decided to take a break from his hike. He pulled out the canteen and took another swig of the lukewarm liquid of life. The Colonel wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and tugged at the collar of his jacket and olive-gray shirt. A new thought picked at his brain concerning his force sensitivity. How does he know for certain that the Dark Lord wasn’t lying to him about his sensitivity in the Force? There was only one way to find out, he had to ask the Dark Lord much to his sorrow. “Uh...” He hesitated. The dark entity never did give him his name and Veers wasn’t sure how to address the being. Well, he is a Dark Lord; I could always address him as Lord. “...my Lord?” The fog in front of him swirled and twisted until a gray image of the young man reappeared again. Veers never understood why he just now noticed the entity’s attire. He was dressed in loose robes, trousers, leather boots, and a tunic that gave no color due to the grayness of the fog, but Veers could tell that they were dark colored just like its wearer. A long cylindrical device hung at his right waist. The Colonel had seen something similar to the device, but it was much shorter than the entity’s. “You can call me Lord Exar Kun.” The entity said, obviously understanding the hesitation in the Colonel’s call. “Have you come to a decision?” He asked, immediately getting down to business. His arms were folded across his chest impatiently. “Uh...no, not yet.” Veers replied as he watched the specter. The image turned to leave disgusted at having his time wasted, why a ghost would think his time would be wasted when he had all eternity to spend was beyond Veers. “Wait, I just wanted to ask you a couple questions.” Kun turned his head to regard the Imperial and nodded solemnly. “Ask.” “How do you know that I am Force sensitive?” Exar Kun’s mouth twisted into a wicked smile that failed to be friendly. The ghostly apparition stepped closer to the Colonel who was backing away involuntarily. “You already have that answer, Colonel Veers.” He replied. “I don’t understand.” Veers blinked in confusion. “You have already used it.” Veers shook his head, not understanding what the Dark Lord was talking about. From what he knew, he had never used the Force in his entire life. So how could this entity claim that he already had? Exar Kun extended a hand, palm downward, and the fog hugging the ground shifted to reveal a three dimensional scene of the jungle under story. The scene looked familiar and it took a moment for Veers to realize that it was the area near the river where he had faced the first three rebel soldiers. “I didn’t use the Force there.” Veers argued. “Can you be so certain?” Kun replied. “Watch.” Veers watched as he was commanded. The scene played out, from his own point of view he realized, the young rebel pilot walked into view talking out loud. A voice, barely audible, spoke that sounded very much like the Colonels. Though Veers could not recall ever talking out loud. “Keep it up, foolish rebel.” His voice said and the rebel continued to talk. His voice then added, “Turn your back.” Only then did Veers begin to understand what the Dark Lord was trying to convey to him. “You mean...that...” He trailed off and looked at Exar Kun, bewildered. He had only thought it a bit of good luck that the rebel pilot had done what he silently commanded. He hadn’t figured that some all-powerful energy had influenced the young man at the whim of his thoughts. “Yes.” Kun confirmed. “You will find that the weak minded are easily influenced by the Force.” The image of the miniature battle ceased abruptly as soon as Kun dropped his hand back at his side. “You are Force sensitive and strong. You can also become a powerful Sith. Perhaps to even someday rival your Emperor and his pet apprentice.” Veers eyes snapped up from the spot where the facsimile image once appeared to gaze at Exar Kun angrily. “No.” He forcefully said. “I will not betray the Emperor and Lord Vader.” He stood rigid, proud and defiant. His gaze burrowing defiantly into Exar Kun, full of fire and malice at this creature that would dare suggest him to commit treason against his Sovereign. “Think about it.” Kun insisted. “You could become unstoppable. You could become Emperor of the Galaxy. All you have to do is agree to be my apprentice and everything could become yours.” “No!” Veers repeated, half shouting the words. “You can take your offer and shove it!” He spun on his heel and began walking away at a brisk pace. He did not want power and he certainly did not want to be Emperor of the Galactic Empire. He enjoyed the position he had now in the Imperial Armed Forces and if he wanted more power, he would earn it just like every other officer in the Empire. Through hard won work and hard fought battles against the Rebellion. Not through some hokey religion that died some twenty years ago along with the Old Republic. “You are walking in the wrong direction.” The voice of Kun said and Veers stopped his retreat to get his bearings. He cursed at being mocked and corrected by the Dark Lord and clenched his fists before resuming on the correct course. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 4/22/03 4:49am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/22/03 - CH 10 Added!]
	Perhaps to even someday rival your Emperor and his pet apprentice He pushed the wrong button there! Obviously he doesn't know much about Imperial training... -----signature----- .E.v.i.l. My antidrug. Is that an uzi or are you just happy to see me? When life gives you lemons, squeeze them into the wounds of your enemies. ~*~ English regularly jumps out of dark alleys and mugs other languages for all their good words. -Anyara
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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 4/23/03 5:15am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/22/03 - CH 10 Added!]
	Sorry about the delay, the Wampa of Real Life had me in his ice cave again. Just barely managed to escape -- whew! Ah, so Veers is Force-sensitive after all. I liked the way that he was able to feel both the rage and the longing that Exar Kun exuded. I also liked the conflicting feelings that he felt; wanting to run, knowing that the voice could follow him, wanting to get away, and yet feeling curious, too. Good that Veers recognises that there's more to the bargain than the Sith Lord is letting on, even though he must surely be tempted with the idea of getting off the planet. His experience with Darth Vader has served him well here. I also liked the symbolism of the pile of dung! And Veers' refusal is definitely in character; he's an officer, he wants to earn his promotions by doing military stuff, hard work and winning battles, not with "ancient weapons and hokey religions". I had to admire his loyalty to the Emperor and the Imperial cause, his desire to serve, and his lack of desire for power. So Veers really was headed in the wrong direction, and Exar Kun really was correcting him? I wouldn't put it past Exar to send Veers in the wrong direction, just to get him lost and make him miserable. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/23/03 3:27pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/22/03 - CH 10 Added!]
	Jane Jinn said So Veers really was headed in the wrong direction, and Exar Kun really was correcting him? I wouldn't put it past Exar to send Veers in the wrong direction, just to get him lost and make him miserable. Heh. Unfortunatley for Veers, life on Yavin IV is going to be miserable. Chapter XI - "It's Contaminated" The midday sun beat down on Colonel Veers; he had shed his jacket hours earlier after the humidity and searing heat of the jungle forest left him hot and drenched in sweat. Sweat drenched his shirt under the armpits and down his back. It even beaded across his face and down his neck that left him wiping it away constantly. He pulled out the canteen for a drink but found it nearly empty of water. Veers dug into the utility belt for a ration bar and nibbled on the foul tasting food, thinking about his encounter with Exar Kun for the hundredth time that day. His offer was very tempting. Even the promise of power was beginning to grow on Veers. He wondered if Kun was influencing him with the Force so that he’ll eventually accept. Veers shook his head of the thought and finished off the water from the canteen and tucked the ration bar back into his utility belt. He flipped the bottle upside down over his mouth to get the last drops of water and wiped away a drop that missed from the corner of his lips. He re-slung his jacket over his shoulder and continued to walk. The slight trickling sound of running water caught his attention after thirty minutes of traveling. Veers smiled upon his fortune to find a small creek to fill his canteen. Once the bottle was filled to the rim, Veers followed the creek for several hundred yards to see where it went before branching away to resume his course toward the general direction of the temples. He coughed slightly and cleared his throat; the water from his canteen tasted differently when he took a sip. He didn’t pay much attention to it like he should have. His mind was concentrating more on the annoying heat from the sun that kept beating down on him. Maximilian Veers covered his eyes and stared up at the sun, blinking away the spots that formed in his vision from gazing at the orb. Off to the west, part of the gas giant skimmed the horizon and gave the sky an orange tint. He wiped the salty liquid from his neck with a hand and massaged the muscles. The temperature of the jungle felt like it had jumped several degrees since midday to the point where he felt like he was in the middle of a frying plate. His mouth was parched dry for the fifth time since he refilled his canteen. He found it unusual for a humid jungle to do that to a person. There was enough moisture in the air to at least keep the inside of his mouth slightly moist, but it felt like he was walking through a desert instead of jungle. His muscles also ached. Not just in his legs and feet from walking for the past two days, but his arms, his neck and back hurt. His feet even felt like they weighed a ton. Veers hadn’t paid much attention to his aches, believing that they came from his previous fights and flight since the crash. Until an insistent pressure in his chest came to his notice. At first he had thought it was just another ache, but as time went by he discovered that it was becoming difficult to breathe. It felt like someone was pushing against his breastbone, trying to cave it in. It became a problem along with several more over the hours. His vision played tricks on him; the jungle seemed to warp in front of him. Imploding and exploding, twisting and churning until he couldn’t even keep his own balance anymore. Veers became afraid of what was happening to him. He didn’t understand what was happening or how it could happen. He thought Exar Kun might have something to do with his condition. “Kun!” He croaked. “You bastard, is this what you do to people when you don’t get your way!” The Dark Lord did not answer him. Veers grabbed a hold of a thin tree as the jungle spun around him. The stranded Imperial groaned as he slid down to the jungle floor, his nails digging into the trunk uselessly as he clawed for support. He gave up and just rested against the trunk. The Colonel pulled at his shirt in hopes of relieving the pressure against his chest but to no avail. He glanced up one more time at the sun and tried to stand back on his feet. But he couldn’t find the strength and when he thought he was ready to pass out from what he thought was heat exhaustion, he felt the dark presence of the Dark Lord. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The bodiless voice chastised in his ear after an hour of resting at the base of the tree. Veers eyes flickered in the direction of the voice, his head remaining still, but he couldn’t see any ghostly image of Kun. “Look at you...” “Is this your doing?” Veers asked. Speaking made him cringe. It felt like someone was using sandpaper to scrape the inside of his throat each time he spoke. How he wished he could bring the canteen to his lips and quench his thirst. “I would love to take the credit, Colonel, but alas it is not my doing.” Kun replied, a soft breeze momentarily cooled the Colonel. Kun’s image appeared kneeling in front of Veers and the man picked up the canteen which Veers’ hands had fumbled with a few seconds ago. “You want this don’t you?” “You are a real bastard...” Veers coughed sharply. He stared at the canteen, glanced up at Exar Kun and back at the bottle. Understanding dawned on him with the next coughing fit. He was ill and Kun had told him the truth. What did the survival manual from the Academy warned him about the essentials needed to survive? Something about “Don’t drink the water.” “I can make it go away.” Kun offered, breaking into his thoughts. “All you have to do is agree to be my apprentice.” “No.” Veers shook his head defiantly and fought his way to his feet, he used the tree for support. “I don’t want anything to do with your hokey religion. This...this illness will pass in due time.” “So you continue to refuse my offer?” Exar Kun asked in an eerily calm voice that made the hairs on Veers neck and arms stand up involuntarily. He understood that the Dark Lord would be angry with him for refusing to do what he wanted. Lord Vader would also have been angry with him as well. But Veers was confused at how the Dark Lord was taking it. He expected him to lash out at him with some force ability, like choking him to death, not show calmness expected from a Jedi. “I told you once and I’ll tell you again.” Veers began, folding his arms across his chest as if the motion would give him more courage to face the entity. “I wish to have nothing to do with the Force.” “So be it. Do not expect me to help you survive on Yavin IV from now on.” Kun saluted sharply, mockingly before his specter disappeared from sight. Colonel Veers just stared at the spot where the ghostly figure had stood moments ago. He wondered if he had made the right choice in refusing the Sith again. ...To Be Continued -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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