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lordmaul13 Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 4/30/03 8:24pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/30/03 - CH 14 Added!]
	Ok, I've caught up again. I really liked the last post, especially the argument on the morality of the Empire. “Because the Empire is evil.” I disagree with her too. The Empire, in my opinion, is not evil. The Emperor, Vader, and Tarkin, they are evil. The Empire... I don't think so. There must have been good people who served the Empire and if there was a good guy at the top then the Empire might actually have been worth living in. 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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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 4/30/03 10:17pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/30/03 - CH 14 Added!]
	Jane Jinn said I thought it was a defenceless world with no weapons at all? That doesn't sound very military to me. It is defenceless but military targets are not defined based on its ability to use force. Military targets can be defined many ways. Alderaan was considered a military target because it was rebelling and providing the rebellion recruits and supplies. Please note that in ANH the rebel soldiers you see on Yavin IV and in Tantive IV wearing the blue shirt, black vest, white helmets are actually Alderaan uniforms. For example: In the war on Iraq, Saddam Hussein's palaces were considered military targets, not because whether they could pose a threat to our forces but because they were a symbol of Hussein's regime and also because they were probably hiding stuff too. lordmaul13 said There must have been good people who served the Empire and if there was a good guy at the top then the Empire might actually have been worth living in. Oh there were a lot of good people who served the Empire and were at the top. Grand Admiral Grant, General Veers, Admiral Piett, Captain Pellaeon, Baron Fel, General Maarek Stele, and many more. -----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: 5/1/03 6:44am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/30/03 - CH 14 Added!]
	Great post. I disagree with her too. The Empire, in my opinion, is not evil. The Emperor, Vader, and Tarkin, they are evil. The Empire... I don't think so. There must have been good people who served the Empire and if there was a good guy at the top then the Empire might actually have been worth living in. Wow! That is exactly how I feel! Of course, I also think Thrawn should be that "good guy" at the top.. -----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: 5/1/03 3:25pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/30/03 - CH 14 Added!]
	CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Those guys were up there certainly but they couldn't do much, except locally, because the most important one is the very top man. With an Evil Emperor you have an apparently Evil Empire. If the Emperor had been a good guy then he would've rooted out the bad guys like Tarkin and Vader and you would've had a Good Empire. As it is he allowed men like them to thrive. Don't try to overthrow me and bring success to the Empire and you'll have free reign over whatever you control seemed to be the Emperor's system. neila_nuruodo It's a subtle point, the difference between an evil Empire and an evil Emperor, but an important one, in my opinion. 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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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/3/03 11:44am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 4/30/03 - CH 14 Added!]
	Chapter XV - A Bought Soul They traveled for a couple more miles; the tension between the Imperial and the Rebel soldiers was high. Colonel Veers, through his growing wariness, kept an eye on Jenos Jaxon. He knew he had touched a nerve when he tried to justify the actions of the Empire against the peaceful planet of Alderaan. Veers main worry was not a matter of if, but a matter of when the hot-tempered rebel would attempt to take his captive’s life. To the rebel, Veers realized, one more Imperial’s execution was just one more Alderaanian’s death avenged. He also kept an eye on Lana. She had much the same reason to hate the Empire and all those who served it because of the death of her brother. That was the real reason Veers believed she opposed the Empire for. Maximilian Veers bent forward as another coughing fit racked at his lungs and side. He heard rather than saw the group pausing to look back at him and felt the presence of Lana at his side. He didn’t know if she was there in concern for his health or whether she was going to have to help carry him should he pass out. “It is getting worse?” She questioned in a low whisper and Veers nodded in confirmation. “Apparently so.” He replied. “It feels like someone is taking sandpaper and scrapping away at my lungs.” Lana pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and shook her head lightly, almost sadly. The Colonel narrowed his eyes slightly at her, studying her features. Despite all her hatred toward what he stood for, she still showed a caring concern for his well being. It baffled him, making him wonder whether she truly believed in her reason for hating the Empire. Colonel Veers regained as much of his composure as a sickly man could before following his captors again. “Why was your brother executed?” He asked Lana. “Does it matter?” She replied stiffly. “Yes.” Veers’ gaze met Lana’s. “There is always a reason why one does something.” “Why do you serve the Empire?” She threw back at him, catching him off guard momentarily. “I serve the current ruling and legitimate government,” Veers replied, “like my fathers before me have done.” Pride spoke with his words as he stared at the rebel. “Even when the Alliance wins the war and re-establishes the Republic?” She asked him and Veers raised an eyebrow at her. “The Empire is the Republic.” He reminded her. “Or at least what the Republic has become. You are too young to have experienced the turmoil and corruption that dominated the Republic...the dark times before Palpatine.” “And like you aren’t.” She retorted and Veers lightly scowled at her. “I was just becoming a teenager when the Clone Wars broke out. I remember it well since it had come to my homeworld and my father was involved in the defense of the Republic against the Mandalorian Clones.” Veers replied in a scornful tone. The very same tone he used during his lectures back at the Academy whenever one of his students spoke out of turn or did something wrong that both disappointed and angered him. “You still did not answer my question.” Veers continued before Lana could come up with a reply to his last statement. “Why was your brother executed?” “He...” She began. “He was at a protest rally a few days before. He was executed because he had attended that rally. An innocent rally that did no harm to anyone and they executed him for it!” Her eyes swelled red from holding back tears. She turned away from the Colonel, not wanting any weakness on her part to be seen. “Which rally was this?” Veers inquired carefully. “It was a Pro-Non-Human Rights Rally on Chandrilla, six years ago in the capital city.” She answered after a moment. Colonel Veers stopped and stared at the back of the female rebel as she continued to walk forward before she noticed he was no longer at her side. Lana glanced back at him both curiously and furiously for stopping. The others kept walking, paying no attention to the two that they were unknowingly leaving behind. “You do not refer to the Chandrillan Massacre?” He softly asked. “That is what it is commonly called, yes.” She answered. Lana narrowed her eyes more in curiosity than in malice, or at least that is what Veers thought he read. Then they widened in both surprise and horror. “You...you weren’t involved in that were you?” “I...” He hesitated. Six years ago he was stationed at Chandrilla for his tour of duty. He was a Major then and he had been involved in an investigation into rumors of rebel terrorists working in the capital city when the riot had broken out. “I was part of an investigative team that was looking into several rumors of rebels seen in the capital when the riot broke out.” Lana studied the Colonel’s features carefully. “You were the one on the LAV Chariot giving orders to the stormtroopers.” “I wasn’t giving the orders.” Veers denied. “I was overseeing the coordination of the troopers. My superior was the one who gave the orders for the men to open fire on the crowd.” “You are still responsible.” Lana shouted at him. Her shout attracted the attention of the other two rebels and they began to walk back. “Next you are going to tell me you did not give the order to execute my brother.” “Your last name would not be Corbel, would it?” “You...MURDERER!” She lunged at him. Colonel Veers could not react fast enough to get out of her way as her body slammed into his, knocking them both to the ground. He fought against her as best he could. Lana’s hands were wrapped around his throat doing their best to choke the life out of him. “S...Stop!” He sputtered between breaths as he fought her grip around his neck. “I...didn’t...order.” He tried to tell her. Black spots were beginning to form in his vision from the lack of oxygen. “Lana.” Veers heard faintly to the side. Was it Jaxon or Sid that called her name? He couldn’t tell. “You killed my brother!” She yelled into the Imperial’s face even as his grip loosened on her wrists. Sid Arrid had to pull Lana Corbel off of the man before she succeeded in killing him, but too late to prevent him from passing out. I tried to stop it. Veers last thought before disappearing into the realms of darkness one more time. “Where is that group we captured in Hanna City a week ago?” Major Maximilian Veers inquired from one of the officers in the command center of the local garrison. Activity in the room was minimal as enlistees and officers went about their business. “I believe they are being prepped for execution, Major.” The officer replied then returned to the datapad in his hand. Veers frowned at this news. He stopped the officer from walking away from him before he was finished questioning the man. “Already? The investigation into their activities has not been completed yet.” “I’m sorry, sir. But that is what I know.” The officer said defensively. “You will have to talk to the liaison from Intel to find out more.” “I will.” He turned away leaving the officer to go about his business once again. He walked down the corridor of the command level in the direction of the Imperial Intelligence’s offices. He could not understand why they were already preparing the prisoners for an execution when the investigation was not finished. “Major Veers!” Called out someone from behind him. He stopped and half turned to face the young woman who approached him at a brisk pace. She was carrying a datapad and looked like she was in a hurry to get a hold of him. When he turned his attention to her, her gait slowed slightly and she appeared to look relieved that she had finally caught up to him. “Yes, what is it, Captain?” “Sir, the information you requested on Erik Corbel.” The Captain handed him the datapad and he glanced over the information. His once annoyed expression about the quickened execution of the captives turned to a deep and troubled frown. “Come with me, Captain.” He said, abruptly turning on his heel and nearly jogging down the corridor in a hurry. “Sir?” She exclaimed from behind him, surprised at the turn of events. “We have an execution to stop!” He replied over his shoulder as he turned a corner. Major Veers ran at full speed down the corridor until he skidded to a halt in front of the Intelligence liaison’s office. He did not stop to knock or let the computer announce his presence; he slapped his palm into the lockpad on the side and entered the office, startling the Colonel who was busily looking through datacards at the time. “What is the meaning of this?” The Colonel demanded, standing up and looking very flustered at the intrusion. “My apologizes for the intrusion, Colonel, but you need to call off the execution of Erik Corbel.” Major Veers quickly stated, the Captain stood in the door right behind him giving the Intelligence Officer a ‘I’m not with him’ look. “Why should I call his execution off, Major?” The Colonel demanded once again, eyes narrowed. Veers handed the Colonel the datapad with the information on Erik Corbel and he could see the man’s blood run from his face as he read that information. “Are you absolutely certain?” “The name sounded familiar, hence why I had his family background checked.” Veers replied. “He’s the Governor’s nephew, sir.” “Frell!” The Colonel dropped the datapad on his desk and slapped the comm unit near his datacomp and barked orders at the man on the receiving end for the execution to be stopped. “What do you mean they are out of contact?” “I have tried to comm them but they are not answering, sir.” Came the reply over the comm unit. “If Mr. Corbel dies, the Governor will have someone’s head on a platter.” Maximilian Veers said in a deadpan voice. The Colonel stared at him knowing that it would be he whose head is lost. “Stop that execution, Major, or you can find yourself on some backwater world for the rest of your life.” He failed. He and the Captain were driving up to the location where the rebel dissidents were to be executed and buried to only arrive too late to do something. They had arrived just in time to watch a black uniformed Intelligence officer put a blaster to the young man’s skull as Corbel dug his grave and heard the familiar whiney sound of a blaster going off. Veers watched in dismay as the bruised and beaten body of the Governor’s nephew fell forward into the muddy grave with a smoking burn on the back of his skull. He had been standing in the speeder, shouting orders at the stormtroopers to stop the execution, knowing full well that they were futile as he watched the scene unfold too quickly for anyone to do anything. He had failed to save the young man and his career. “Just like you have failed to keep yourself from the clutches of the Rebellion.” A very familiar voice said next to him and everything around him seemed to have suddenly been placed on pause. “And healthy...” “What do you want now?” Veers said exasperatedly. A gray fog began to creep along the ground and appeared to consume the Imperials, speeders and the forest nearby. The fog then began to swirl rapidly in the center before the Colonel until the whirlpool rose into a gray funnel. Maximilian Veers stood his ground even as the towering funnel approached him, tearing at his cloths, trying to unbalance him. But he refused to let the manifestation in his mind to overpower him. He almost took a step back in retreat when he thought the funnel was going to consume him just like the gray fog had done to the memory. But at the last second it halted a mere foot away from him and began to shrink. Veers could make out a humanoid figure start to take shape within the ever-shrinking tornado. When the last wisp of the gray mist faded to his feet he knew who stood before him now. Exar Kun. “What do I want?” The Dark Lord apparition began. “Why nothing.” “I find that difficult to believe.” Veers replied dubiously. “Believe what you want, it is the truth.” Kun continued, unfolding his arms from underneath his cloak and turning away from the Imperial Colonel. “I offer you power. Power that can help you get away from those rebels and that justice seeking blockhead.” “I’ve told you countless times before, I don’t want your power. I know it will come with a price too much for me to willingly pay.” He countered. “Do you know what is happening to you in the real realm?” Kun switched tactics in to luring the stubborn human to accept his offer. The Sith spun around on Veers, preventing the Colonel a chance to reply. “You are dying, Colonel.” “You lie.” Veers defiantly said in a tight voice. “A trick to get me to accept your dark offer.” “No trick.” Kun said and motioned with a hand off to the side. Some of the gray mist along the ground parted, giving way to an ‘out of body experience’ view of the three rebels and the sickly Imperial. Colonel Veers stepped forward and gazed down at his prone and pale form next to the burning campfire. The older male, Sid Arrid, stabbed him in the right shoulder with a syringe from the medical kit that lay open next to him. “His condition is getting worse.” “Who cares.” Veers heard Jenos Jaxon say in a mirthful tone, he was busy stroking the fire and watching the prisoner with a look, matching his tone of voice, that disgusted Veers. “He is only going to continue to get worse and die on us before we reach the base. So what is the point in helping him? Let him die. He deserves it.” The man cares not whether I live or die. He concluded. He would see me suffer as justice for the death of his world, rather than help me survive to be tried by justice. “I agree.” Lana Corbel concurred with Jaxon for the first time since his capture. It did not surprise Veers that she would agree with him; after all she does believe that he had murdered her brother. “You see?” Kun’s voice broke Veers’ reflection and the Colonel turned his attention toward the dead man. “I do not lie.” “I do not feel like I am dying.” Veers countered. He did not want to believe the Dark Lord but something in his voice nagged at the back of his mind. Something he did not want to admit. “Of course not, you are unconscious.” He replied derisively and then smiled one of those smiles that sent a chill down Veers spine. “Why don’t you wake up and find out for yourself, Colonel?” “What?” He asked, puzzled. “WAKE UP!” He roared and Veers jumped. “Wake up!” Sid exclaimed and shook the unconscious Imperial by the shoulder. Veers looked very pale and sick. The rebel could not understand why the antibiotics were failing to bring the man back to health. A groan and blinking eyelids paused Sid from violently shaking the man back to the living. “This is all his fault.” Veers mumbled in a hoarse voice as he opened his eyes. The fault is yours. Came the ever-intruding voice of the Dark Lord. “Mine?” Veers replied aloud and the older rebel stared at him incredulously. Do not tell me you have forgotten about drinking the river water. “I have not forgotten nor will I forget you forcing me back to consciousness.” He scolded the Sith Lord and heard the man’s laughter in return. You wish to be unconscious now that you know how your body feels. Kun said and Veers could imagine that annoying smirk on the dead man’s face. The Sith was right, he wanted to be unconscious so that he could avoid the sickly and pained feelings he felt now. His entire body felt exhausted and it hurt to exert energy, to speak and even think. He felt voraciously thirsty and hungry, but he could have sworn he had drank and eaten hours ago. Then again, half a bar of rations and a few gulps of water would probably leave even a healthy person famished. He did not know what it felt like to die from a disease, but he had heard stories that they were sometimes very painful and slow deaths. What confused him about this particular disease is that it worked incredibly fast. Veers swore that he had only begun drinking the local water two days ago. “I had to wake you.” Sid replied, unaware of the conversation that was taking place in the Colonel’s mind. “If I had let you remain asleep, you may never have awoken ever again.” Veers brown eyes moved to look at the rebel sitting next to him with a canteen in his lap. “What?” “You would not have awakened if I had let you continued to sleep.” Sid repeated and helped the Imperial into an upright position so he could drink from the canteen. “Drink, you need it.” Veers refused the canteen and lowered himself back to the ground. He grimaced at the effort. “I do not want any.” “You’ll die without water.” Sid warned. “And remain a prisoner of the Rebel Alliance?” Veers said defiantly, lowering his eyes to the fire and to the two rebels who sat on the other side watching him with malicious stares. Lana’s did not look so baneful compared to Jaxon’s. “I’d rather die first than to continue to remain in rebel hands.” Foolish prattle. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.” “No one said anything.” Sid said in confusion. “He’s delusional.” Jaxon said and motioned with a hand that the Imperial had finally lost his mind. They think you are crazy. “No thanks to you.” Veers reproached. “Me?” Jaxon misunderstood. I can end this. And I am the galactic Emperor. He replied, falling silent and hoping that the rebels would not question his sanity any further then necessary. I can make you healthy again, I can even help you get rid of these rebels. Especially that annoying blockhead named Jenos Jaxon. Kun said and then added as bait. Without using the Force. How? He was curious and tired of fighting the Dark Lord. He wanted to be cured and he wanted the rebels gone. But he did not want to do it by having Exar Kun teach him how to through the Force. Therefore having to accept his offer. Accept my offer and become my apprentice. Veers groaned and closed his eyes. He should have known that the Sith Lord was going to have a price for his help. You know my answer. You are willing to die? Kun said, disbelieving. Do you not want to see your son again? Zevulon. Of course I do. Veers sneered. You can not do that if you are dead. Kun pointed out to the Colonel and he was quiet for several moments. In the meantime, Kun continued to press Veers into accepting his offer of apprenticeship. Accept my offer and I will help you with whatever you need. Including getting back to Corellia and your child. Whatever I need? That is what I said, did I not? Maximilian Veers fell silent as he thought about it. What harm was there really in accepting the ghost’s offer? He was dying as they spoke and he saw no way of getting away from his captors. He also did not have a way off the planet and he realized it would only be a miracle of the Force if he succeeded in stealing a starship without getting shot by fleeing rebels. And he wanted to see his son again. He wanted to see the boy grow into a man and make him proud as a leading officer in the Imperial military. He wanted to see the boy follow in his footsteps, but he could not do that as a dead man or stranded on this Force forsaken planet. Well? Help me first and then I’ll decide. Veers replied. He could not believe that he was even considering accepting the Dark Lord’s offer. He shuddered as an icy chill ran down the base of his spine at the thought of Death wrapping it’s bony hands around his throat and choking the life out of him if he did not make a decision soon. As a show of good faith, I’ll cure you of Creek Fever. He heard Kun reply and thought he also heard a warning in the ghostly voice. Maximilian Veers knew what it meant, if he did not make a decision that Kun liked the man would make him wish he had died. Creek Fever. So that is what he had contracted on this Force forsaken world. He had heard of it and only knew that it was fatal if not treated immediately. Unfortunately he did not know how to cure himself of the disease. “Hey, wake up.” Sid said, interrupting his train of thought and lightly smacking Veers across the cheek. The Colonel opened his eyes to stare up at the rebel, then scowled. “Can no one get any peace around here?” He said sourly, his voice hoarse. “Not for...” “Shut up, Jaxon. I do not want to hear it right now.” Sid snapped, glowering at the young Alderaanian rebel. He returned his attention back to the Colonel and sighed. “Still want to die?” “No.” “I thought...so...What the hell is that?” Sid exclaimed as he stared slack jawed at a small lizard like rodent that crawled out from under the brush nearby. It skittered over to where Colonel Veers lay resting and climbed onto his chest. In its mouth was a Massassi tree flower. Veers attempted to sit up in order to get away from the creature, but the noise it made—a small squeak—and that it placed the flower on his chest kept him still. The tiny creature squeaked again before skittering away over to one of the Massassi trees. Both the Imperial and the rebels stared in astonishment as the animal clawed at the purplish bark, shredding the bark into large pieces that were just small enough for the creature to still carry. “I do believe that this is the strangest thing I ever saw.” Sid said, breaking the silence as the rodent returned with pieces of the bark and two others came over to deposit some more Massassi tree flowers before finally disappearing into the forest jungle once again. “Uh...” Was all Veers could say. Crush them into a powder and mix it into boiled water to create a fever-reducing tea. Colonel Veers heard in his mind. “It is used as a fever-reducing remedy for Creek Fever.” Veers told them and explained how to prepare the cure. Lana stood from her spot to prepare the boiling water while stealing glances at the dying Imperial. He had relaxed back to the ground and appeared to be lightly sleeping, but he would open his eyes again to watch Sid grind the plants by using the butt of his blaster and a tin cup. He would also glance at Lana to only end up catching her staring at him curiously. “I tried to stop his execution.” He said out of the blue. Lana glanced up from staring at the crackling flames of the fire to scowl at sickly Imperial. “I thought I had recognized his name, when I confirmed who he was, I tried to get Colonel Salves to recall the prisoners.” Veers paused to take a deep breath, cringe and let it out before continuing. “There was a problem with the communication dish that prevented us from contacting the stormtroopers and Agent Trell.” “And you are going to tell me you tried to race against time to stop the execution personally.” She spat and almost gave in to the temptation to turn over the boiling water and let the Imperial die from Creek Fever. “Yes.” “What?” She blinked at him. “I did try that, but I was too late.” He explained and sighed glumly. She stared at him, shock on her face. “Is the water ready?” Sid interrupted and Lana was happy for the distraction. “Yeah.” She replied and brought the boiling hot water over to Sid. The older rebel poured the hot water into the tin cup and stirred the ingredients together until the water turned a purplish color. “Help hold him up.” Sid said and Lana obeyed by kneeling behind the Colonel and letting him use her as support to rest against as he sat up. Veers tried to take the tin up from Sid but the rebel kept a hand on it as the Colonel took a measured sip of the hot tea. Veers made an expression that resembled nausea, as he drank the tea. “I do not suppose you have any sugar to cover the sour taste.” He was already starting to feel slightly better then he had a few minutes ago before he began to drink the tea. “You’ll just have to live with it.” Lana told him, no hint of any animosity in her voice. And the fact that Kun pulled through on his word. He thought and wondered if he was going to learn to regret the next words coming out of his thoughts to the Sith Lord. You have yourself an apprentice. 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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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/3/03 12:22pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/3/03 - CH 15 Added!]
	Oh, no, Veers is going to the Dark Side! I don't know if I can continue reading! EEEK! Fascinating look back at the, er, Pro-Non-Human Rights Rally on Chandrilla, and the way that Veers tried to stop the execution of Erik Corbel. Definitely reason enough for Lana to join the Rebellion, but it doesn't explain her moments of caring for Veers' well-being. Hmm. I knew Exar Kun was going to show up again, I just knew it. And now he's bringing up the heavy artillery; Veers' son Zevulon. Who could resist that? Hmm, I was rather expecting Exar Kun to wave his hand and heal Veers with the Force. The lizards came as a surprise, but a logical one. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/3/03 12:56pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/3/03 - CH 15 Added!]
	gasps The suspense is killing me! More? -----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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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/3/03 1:34pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/3/03 - CH 15 Added!]
	Jane Jinn said Definitely reason enough for Lana to join the Rebellion, but it doesn't explain her moments of caring for Veers' well-being. Hmm. I kinda lost that plotline in the story as I wrote. I will be picking it up again in Part III which is just one or two chapters away! Hmm, I was rather expecting Exar Kun to wave his hand and heal Veers with the Force. The lizards came as a surprise, but a logical one. Yeah, I didn't want to do the obvious and besides Darksiders can't heal like Lightsiders can. I did some research into the indigenious life on Yavin IV and found something that could cure Creek Fever and a creature other than a Woolamander to deliver that cure. neila_nuruodo said gasps The suspense is killing me! More? Yes. One more chapter to repost and then I'll put up the new 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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lordmaul13 Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 5/3/03 1:43pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/3/03 - CH 15 Added!]
	I liked the conversation with Kun and how all the Rebels thought he was crazy. Exar Kun strikes me as a master manipulator on par with (if not above) the Emperor. You have yourself an apprentice. Veers, you're making a big mistake. Once you accept something from Exar Kun you can never turn back. It's like Black Sun, once in, never out. 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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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/5/03 4:54pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/3/03 - CH 15 Added!]
	Just waiting for that one last chapter... -----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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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/7/03 3:47pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/3/03 - CH 15 Added!]
	I've decided to start posting chapter 16 into parts instead of one complete chapter. This is the last post given in the last thread. New posts will follow after this one. Chapter XVI – Déjà Vu DAY FOUR By morning Colonel Maximilian Veers felt a whole lot better then he had hours ago on his deathbed. Lana had said his fever had gone down severely but he was still a little hot. His appetite had also returned and so for breakfast he had another cup of the Massassi tree tea and two bars of rations that suddenly tasted sweet to the tongue. He was uncertain as to whether the tea actually tasted bitter which made him think the rations tasted sweeter or that it actually did make the rations taste sweeter. Either way, he really did not care so long as it was something to eat. He ate his breakfast in silence while listening to Exar Kun instruct him on a couple calming techniques. Veers was surprised to learn that the Sith could actually be calm and had techniques to calm themselves. All the stories he had heard when he was young had told him the Sith were a volatile race of Force-users that practiced the arts of the Darkside of the Force. That is what the Jedi want you to know. Exar Kun broke his lesson to correct his newly won pupil on the history of the Sith. Our teachings are very similar to the Jedi’s. We still use a lot of their methods to strengthen ourselves in the Force. The only difference between them and us is that we encourage our apprentices’ to never suppress their emotions like the Jedi do. If anger is an emotion that allows us to unleash the raw power of the Force to further our goals and understand the Force, then so be it. It was because of this philosophy that the first of the Dark Jedi were expelled from the Jedi Order and banished to the Outer Rim. Maybe because they had a good reason. Did not the Dark Jedi abuse their power? Veers pointed out and cringed at the hissed reply. Their reason was fear! Kun hissed angrily. They were afraid to take the next step in the evolution of the Jedi! And because of that fear, it had paralyzed and allowed them to be slaughtered by the Sith. You did say a Sith was able to destroy the Jedi, correct? Yes. Lord Vader just slew the last one a week ago. Veers confirmed and took a measured sip of his tea. His brown eyes lifted toward the younger rebel returning from wherever he went and for some reason Veers did not want to know about. The evidence that proves that the Sith are superior... “I see you’re feeling a lot better.” Jaxon jeered as he walked past their prisoner, interrupting Exar Kun. Veers did not like the tone of voice Jaxon used. “Are you not satisfied with the death of thousands of Imperials when the Death Star was destroyed?” Veers asked. “Especially when among those thousands were the men who gave the order and acted out those orders?” “No.” Was the young rebel’s reply. “I see.” Veers said, picking up a sardonic tone. “How could I forget that you want every Imperial to pay for each Alderaanian that was killed. Even if they were not responsible and do not deserve...” “My people did not deserve to be slaughtered!” Jaxon shouted, rearing around to face the Colonel with a flustered face. “So do not go preaching to me about serving justice to those who deserve it! As I see, it the entire Empire owes my people a lot and they will pay for it with their own blood!” Veers stared up at the Alderaanian, the tin cup with the tea half way to his lips. I finally found the nerve that makes him explode. This could prove useful in the future. “Like I said before, if I had my way your blood would be added to the thousands that already died over Yavin!” Jaxon took a deep breath to calm himself. His face was still red with anger as he exhaled. “Are you done?” “You are either the dumbest Imperial I ever met, or you have a death wish.” Jaxon said, fingering the butt of his blaster pistol at his side. Veers could see the eagerness in the young man's eyes as he contemplated whether he should kill the Imperial then and there. “You two bicker far worse then Erik and I ever did.” Lana interjected before Jaxon could come to a decision. Veers smirked behind his cup of tea as the three rebels picked up their gear for the remaining trek to their waiting shuttlecraft. “Come on. Finish your breakfast. I want to get to the crash site before noon.” Sid commanded and gave the Colonel a look that he won’t tolerate anymore bickering or any stalling on the Imperial’s part. “Of course.” Veers replied and drank the last of the bitter tea. He handed the cup back to Sid and slowly stood with the help of the old rebel. He groaned from the aches in his body and took a couple seconds to straighten. Despite that the tea helped him fight the sickness, his body still felt like it had been tossed around like a rag doll. I don’t suppose you have a lesson to relieve pain? He asked the Dark Lord. A soft chuckle was his answer. Just practice the calming techniques and you won’t notice the aches. You are a lot of help. You complain too much. Veers sneered at that comment which then attracted a curious look from Lana. He gave her his best charming smile and Lana turned her gaze away from him. He hoped she wouldn’t question him about his behavior. Because he had no way of making her understand that he was talking to a ghost without coming off as a deranged officer. 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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Jane Jinn Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 5/7/03 11:10pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/7/03 - CH 16.1 Added!]
	Because he had no way of making her understand that he was talking to a ghost without coming off as a deranged officer. snort No, I should think not! So now the secrets of the Sith are revealed -- they really can be calm! falls over in amazement Interesting little discussion about the differences between Jedi and Sith here. Does Exar Kun know about Darth Vader, or does he just skip over the mention of that name because it means nothing to him? I'm not sure I like the way that Veers is filing away that "explosive" information on Jaxon for future reference. It seems he's starting to think like a Sith already. I kinda lost that plotline [Lana's concern for Veers] in the story as I wrote. I will be picking it up again in Part III which is just one or two chapters away! Ah. I shall look forward to seeing what you make of it. -----signature----- Mostly retired now Just making the occasional guest appearance
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neila_nuruodo Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/9/03 6:55am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/7/03 - CH 16.1 Added!]
	You are a lot of help. You complain too much. LOL!! And new posts coming? Yippee! -----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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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/9/03 11:17am Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/7/03 - CH 16.1 Added!]
	Chapter XVI - Déjà Vu cont'd They were making good progress now that Colonel Veers was feeling better than he ever had since crashing on the jungle moon. Every now and then Veers would recognize a familiar landmark where he had passed in retreat from the crash site. In a matter of hours they had reached his first campsite, the dead toppled tree with the hanging vines. Maximilian suppressed an involuntary shudder as he recalled what had happened that night. He could still see the vivid images of Grand Moff Tarkin’s head exploding into a ball of fire just like the colossal space station had when the rebellion succeeded shoving a proton torpedo down its throat. It unsettled him knowing that a million good men and women had died in an instant. He wondered if the rebel responsible for the fatal shot regretted killing all those people. People, who served their Empire and Emperor on board a space station--meant to keep the peace and order in the galaxy--who never gave a second thought that they would die today, tomorrow, or sometime in the near future. People who were just as innocent as the Alderaans. He thought remorsefully. “May I ask you something?” Veers turned his head to the older rebel who now was escorting him. Lana still refused to stand near him or even acknowledge him with anything other than a glance. He understood why though. She still probably believed he was her brother’s killer even though he had not pulled the trigger nor gave the order. “What?” Sid answered. “Who was the pilot that destroyed the Death Star?” The group stopped to stare back at the Imperial. Sid had a look on his face that told Veers the old man was considering whether he should give that information or not. Veers figured the reason why he was so hesitant was in fear of the possibility that the Imperial might somehow escape and leak that information to his superiors, thus endangering the life of the pilot ten-fold. After a moment Sid continued walking, prodding his grimy prisoner with a blaster to continue ahead of him. “I only ask out of curiosity.” Veers continued over his shoulder. “I mean, he would be just as equal of a murderer as Governor Tarkin was.” “That is a hero you are slandering.” Sid warned and pressed his blaster into Veers back hard enough for the Imperial to wince from the pressure. “Hero or no, he still murdered a million men and women who were only doing their job.” Veers pointed out. “Job?” Jaxon said from ahead. “You call destroying worlds and instilling fear into the galaxy a job?” “I lost good friends and colleagues.” Veers snapped back. “Men and women who were Academic lecturers, who’s job was to train the troops on board the space station. Soldiers and pilots trained to protect the Death Star from the likes of your kind. Technicians and engineers assigned to maintain and man the station. Those were their jobs and mine! “If anyone around here that is destroying worlds and terrorizing the galaxy it is you three and your rebel insurgents! How many families have lost their loved ones because you killed them? How many families have lost their jobs and economies devastated because someone had the bright idea to blow up a building? You can combine all the things your little rebellion has done and it would total greater then what Grand Moff Tarkin had committed.” “Tarkin’s crime will always be greater than what we can do in a lifetime.” Jaxon argued. “Have you ever considered that you are responsible for Alderaan’s destruction from the very beginning?” Veers pointed out and shoved a finger into Jaxon’s chest. The rebel looked appalled at the accusation for a second before glaring maliciously at the Imperial. Jaxon shoves Veers away from him. “You hadn’t! If you had not started your insurrection, there would be a very good chance Alderaan would still exist!” “Tarkin destroyed my world! Not the rebellion!” Jaxon shouted back. He was now being pulled away by Lana to prevent a fight from instituting. “No! The rebellion is just as much responsible as the Governor is! You started the chain of events that resulted in the destruction of your world! You started it, Tarkin finished it!” “Shut up!” Sid shouted and slammed the butt of his pistol in the back of Veers skull to silence him. The Colonel fell to his knees and cuffed hands. He groaned and shook his head of the pain at the base of his skull. The older rebel grabbed the Imperial by the arm and began half dragging him along as the group pressed forward for the crash site. “One more word out of you about Alderaan and I will let Jenos have his way with you.” Sid warned as the Colonel regained his senses and began walking on his own again. Sid shoved Veers forward, pressing for him to walk faster. 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: 5/10/03 8:38pm Subject: RE: Tales of the Galactic Empire: Survivor (Gen Veers Fic) [UPDATED 5/9/03 - CH 16.2 Added!]
	Veers obviously had a good point about who was responsible for Alderaan's destruction. “One more word out of you about Alderaan and I will let Jenos have his way with you.” What further proof is needed to show who's on the right side of this conflict? -----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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