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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/6 7:42pm Subject: A Brother Lost, OC's Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/11 - Date Edited: 7/30 11:28am (12 edits total) Edited By: bobafett15
	My next big plot changer, Dooku, Baby Anakin, etc SW=Lucas begin A dark ship floated down onto the hot sands of Tatooine. A man stepped down out of the ship behind a holo-walker bearing an image of a robed figure. They appeared to be conversing. “You are sure he was born here, milord?” The real one asked. ‘Do you doubt me, Lord Tyranus? I felt the boy’s birth: a veritable shockwave in the Force. No; there is no question, he is here.” The fuzzy image retorted. “But the idea of a child, birthed of the Force, is astounding, Master” said the one called Tyranus, “But if he was born of the Force, he must be the chosen one. There could be no other.” “Good, Tyranus. Find the child, and bring him back. He will make a fine student.” With that, the holo died, and Tyranus was left to his own devices. Tyranus noted how Sidious, for that was the robed man, had used student instead of apprentice. Granted, treachery was the way of the Sith, but Tyranus didn’t want to be the one betrayed. Still, the child must be found: it was the will of the Force. Tyranus opened the storage unit on the ship and pulled out his personal speeder. What an odd place for the Chosen One to appear: a seedy little desert port, known as Mos Eisley. Tyranus mounted the speeder and flew off into the night. ** Tyranus spent the whole night looking around the city, asking if there were any children born recently, probing with the Force. Finally, early the next morning, he reached a junk shop, run by a rude Toydarian. “Excuse me, sir,” began Tyranus, “I was wondering if I might speak with you…privately.” The Toydarian, called Watto, flitted around on his disgusting wings. “Yeah, sure, in-a the back-a, huh?” Watto led Tyranus into what must have been a private office. Watto proffered a chair, but at the state of the room, Tyranus was afraid to touch anything. “Allow me to introduce myself, sir.” He began, “My name is Tyranus. Something has led me here, to your shop. I am looking for-“ he was abruptly cut off as the winged creature flew up and said, “The best-a deals-a in Mos-Eisley, heh? I knew it-a. Watto, me boy-a, you’re-a great-a business being.” Just as Watto began to congratulate himself, Tyranus lost patience and Force-pushed him back in his seat. “No, Watto, I am looking for a child! I have no care for your foolish deals, and crappy, old droids, and you probably don’t even have a business license!” Watto scowled and seemed to not notice the Force-push. “You-eh looking for a child, eh? My slave-a gave birth-a a few days ago. The child-a is mine. It’s in the-a rules-a.” Tyranus rose to his full height, allowing himself to be filled with this outrageous being’s anger and hate. He drew his crimson lightsaber and pointed it at the Toydarian. “Need I ask again, creature? Give me the child!” Watto shrank back in fear, almost reaching for a blaster on the desk. Tyranus’s eyes narrowed and Watto squeaked. “Alright-a! I-eh take-eh you to the baby, you-a grease-a my palm to make up my-a loss of an employee-a, heh?” Tyranus rolled his eyes and switched off his blade. “Fine, you disgusting cretin, whatever you say.” Watto’s formerly gloomy mood all but disappeared. “Good, good-a, the brats-a this-a way. When-a do I get-a my credits-a, huh? Watto led Tyranus to a shabby apartment behind the shop. A young mother stood in the open doorway, enjoying the sun. The setting was about as tranquil as Tatooine could be. The Toydarian broke it by shouting. “Hey, Shmi! Where’s your kid-a? And why aren’t you-a working, huh? No time for daydreaming. Some Jedi, or something, he’s-a here-a to-a see-a your baby.” Shmi looked up, and Tyranus sensed a fierce determination rise in her. She would fight to protect what she loved. Tyranus had never understood love. Appreciation, of course, fondness, certainly: but love was a fickle thing. He Shrugged off the momentary doubts and introduced himself. “Good day, Madame! My name is Tyranus.” “Shmi” she said, shaking his hand. “I have learned you had a child recently. Would you him to me, please?” he said, extra smooth, with a little nudge at her impossibly beaten down mind. The woman smiled and led Tyranus into the homestead, with Watto in the rear. “His name is Anakin. He’s only two weeks old, but he hardly sleeps. Little tyke only seems interested in the hydro-spanner I kept in his room.” They had reached the baby’s room. True to her word, Anakin was playing with a hydro-spanner. Tyranus reached into the Force and felt the boy. With a quiet cry, Tyranus leapt back. The Force pitched and spun around the child like a hurricane. The baby cooed happily, unaware that he possibly held the fate of the galaxy in his hands. Tyranus Force-shoved Watto back and locked the door. “My dear lady, are you aware of the amazing power your son has?” Shmi shifted uncomfortably. “I knew he was special when I found I was pregnant. There was no father, you know. I don’t know how to explain it.” Tyranus was amazed, again, by Sidious’s insight. The child was truly created by the Force. “Shmi, you have given birth to a child that is immensely strong with the Force. I would estimate he could be a powerful-“Tyranus stopped. This could be make-or-break him, the feelings of this woman towards Force-users. He decided to lie and say, “Jedi. The most powerful jedi, possibly.” Shmi gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She turned away, tears springing to her eyes. She looked back at Tyranus, smiling blissfully. “I always hoped he could get away from here! I never wanted him to live my life, a..a slaves life. Could you take him from here? Away from Tatooine?” Tyranus smiled winningly. “Of course, dear woman. Say your goodbyes, and we can be on our way.” Shmi frowned.”So soon? I thought, maybe, he could…grow up with me?” Now it was Tyranus’s turn to frown. “Shmi, the sooner he leaves the better. He must be kept away from ordinary emotions, and to grow up learning discipline, patience, and all the other things Si-er, Jedi must learn. Besides, you don’t want him to grow up in a miserable slave life, do you? Shmi sighed, and Tyranus could feel her relenting. “Well, I suppose…” she picked up Anakin, and kissed him lightly on the forehead. She rocked him back and forth, whispering soothing things to his tiny ears. “Mommy will always love you. She wants you to grow up and be happy, honey. Mommy always loves you.” Tyranus inwardly groaned. After the heartbreaking moment, Tyranus lifted Anakin out of his mother’s arms. He decided that the key to the next few moments would be happy feelings and no words. As Tyranus left the apartment, Watto got (pardon the modernity) all up in his grill. Tyranus responded with a Force-slam and threw Watto a large-denomination credit chip. Re-mounting the speeder, Tyranus clutched baby Anakin to his ribs. Master Sidious will be pleased, he thought, The Chosen One will be raised a Sith. TBC…or not TBC end -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 7/8 1:43pm Subject: RE: what if Dooku found Anakin first? Pre-TPM vignette
	Re-mounting the speeder, Tyranus clutched baby Anakin to his ribs. Master Sidious will be pleased, he thought, The Chosen One will be raised a Sith. Wow! That definitely should change things! You've got a very interesting start and I hope you decide to continue! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28298541/p1/
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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/9 10:34am Subject: RE: what if Dooku found Anakin first? Pre-TPM vignette. ALSO, NEED SUGGESTIONS!!! see my reply
	Thanks, dancing star. Now, TO EVERYONE WHO READS THIS, VERY IMPORTANT! I am not sure how tocontinue with this story. So far, I've given myself some options a.) settle in to write a novel, including a re-write of famous parts and intricate details of Anakins training b.) write one more adventure with Ani fighting Obi-wan or Palpy or Ventress c.) write a series of vignettes with Ani killing Jedi, or the Sith academy on Korriban d.) all of the above e.) other -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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JEDIGUNSHIP Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/9 10:39am Subject: RE: what if Dooku found Anakin first? Pre-TPM vignette. NEED SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO CONTINUE!read myr
	I'd suggest another vignette about Aankin growing up as a Sith, and his struggles over accepting the Dark Side over the Light Side (although he chooses the Dark Side, it would make the story more interesting). -----signature----- Blue and yellow make a green lightsaber. How do you get red out of blue? Jedi Knight in the New Jedi Trials/ Commander of Phoenix Squadron in the Rebel Alliance Host of the "100 Greatest Animated Cartoons" Countdown in the Amphitheatre
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Persephone_Kore Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/9 6:32pm Subject: RE: what if Dooku found Anakin first? Pre-TPM vignette. NEED SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO CONTINUE!read myr
	Oh, I don't know, actually it'd probably be more interesting if you had him reject the dark side in the end. Everybody would assume he was doomed, but the important thing to remember is that (while some people whine about this) it's actually good writing when someone's greatest strength and greatest failing are connected. Anakin didn't take well to the distance the Jedi asked him to keep instead of flinging himself at people (with the accompanying tendency to impale himself on them, emotionally), but I don't think he'd ultimately take well to the different type of distance the Sith would tend to demand. Although it'd be tricky what with taking him away from Shmi's good influence so early. Then again, I suppose it might depend on what you do with Tyranus. You've changed his history and characterization pretty drastically already, of course, so it's hard to guess. It might depend on what you've had drive him to the Sith so early (instead of leaving after TPM!) and whether you're keeping the idealism (being dissatisfied with the compromises the Jedi had to make, and their failures, seems to have been a lot of what drove him away) and the lingering habits from his Jedi training that he shows canonically. One interesting option, but very complicated to carry off, would be to have him and Anakin actually be a good influence on each other. They could kill off Palpatine at some point upon realizing that his desires for the galaxy really aren't what either of them are looking for (that would of course require that Palpatine keep Tyranus around for a while and maybe put him in charge of looking after the kid, since otherwise Anakin's desires would probably be more shaped by Sidious's real ones than they were in canon) and then... go off and try to remake the galaxy in their own way, which would probably be fairly terrifying even when it's not actually malicious, and maaaaaybe end up fumbling their way back toward the light. -----signature----- Behind a Waterfall, Before the Pyre: http://boards.theforce.net/f/b1/27572863 Look Out Toward Space: http://boards.theforce.net/f/b1/27553828 Gnarltree: http://boards.theforce.net/f/b1/25694713 Rescreatu: http://www.rescreatu.com?refer=6559
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Lady_Misty Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/10 4:28pm Subject: RE: what if Dooku found Anakin first? Pre-TPM vignette. NEED SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO CONTINUE!read myr
	I vote for A. I think it woudl be intresting to see his Sith training. -----signature----- Strange World, a fanfic- http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28686657/p1/?0 The Clone Wars is wicked good!!!! In other words it is unbelievable!!!
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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/10 4:48pm Subject: RE: what if Dooku found Anakin first? Pre-TPM vignette. NEED SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO CONTINUE!read myr - Date Edited: 7/11 10:11am (3 edits total) Edited By: bobafett15
	I decided on A.) here it is... chapter 1 Disclaimer: I is not Lucas, and Lucas=SW Chapter 1 A young man stepped off the loading ramp of the transport, weeding some coins out of his grubby pocket and handing them to the open-handed captain. The man spat at the captain’s feet, his eye’s radiating contempt. The man, with his long brown-blond hair, cloudy blue eyes, and firm jaw, would have looked like a holodrama star if not for his dirty features, prosthetic arm, and out-of-fashion tunic. However, his appearance fit right in with the dirty Ryloth spaceport. Twi’lek females hit on spacers and pilots, and the males of the species were busy loan sharking and doing the Black Sun’s business. The Black Sun was, as it happened, the reason for the man’s arrival here. The man looked around while shrugging off his jacket, perfect for cold space travel but useless in Ryloth’s heat. He spied the spaceport’s bar and sauntered on over, pulling up a bar stool. “Jawa Juice” he said, tapping the bartenders back. The big man turned around, frowning. “No drinks without a name first, outlander. We don’t like strangers here.” The bartender growled and opened his palm for the stranger’s identicard. “Well, welcome to Lothy Spaceport, Das Antino. I’ll get your drink.” The tender handed Das his card back. As the bartender readied the Tusken Tonic for oxidation in the Jawa Juice, Das spun the stool around, eyeing the bar’s patrons. Two Shistavenen growled and barked in a back corner, and a Bothan lit up some glitterstim nearby. A table full of giggling Twi’leks laughed again and banged their table as the Rodian server walked over. As Das watched, an Judicial patrol walked past the entrance, stopping to escort the Bothan to a prison cell. A group of Trandoshan males in fine clothing came in and took the Bothan’s place, talking amongst themselves and gazing around at the patrons, occasionally waving. The bartender grunted and handed Das his drink. When he turned around again, the Trandoshans had crowded around him, effectively trapping him against the bar. Das attempted to spin around again, but his aggressors held him in place. “Well well well, ladz, looks like we got us some freshzzz meat. Whatz your name, new guy?” The Trandoshans alternated between licking their lips and hissing, sending their forked tounges flying. Das backed as far up against the bar as possible, fear evident on his face. Trandoshans hunted Wookies, for crying out loud, Wookies! Imagine what they could do to a young human male? “Das…Das Antino! Please, I’m just looking for work! Don’t hurt me, please!” Das managed to squeak out the words behind a shadow of false fear. He smiled inwardly; he’d killed bigger bruisers than this. Instantly, the mood changed. The lizard-men backed off slightly, and their moods changed from hostile to opportunistic. “Our apologiez, Antino. Usually, the newbz come with trouble.” They escorted him back to their table. Must have been an odd sight, 6 giant Trandoshans all sitting around a young human. “If you’re looking for work, Antino, we might be able to help” The one who spoke was the largest, and apparently the leader. “That izz, if you don’t mind working some…shady characterzz working some shady business…” Das grinned, that was exactly what he was looking for. He grinned. “Tell me more…” The long and short of it was this: The Trandoshans worked for a sub-group of the Black Sun, a huge galaxy-spanning criminal organization. They needed an extra hand bringing in some stolen, illegal starfighter weapons. Das agreed, his whole purpose in coming to Ryloth to permanently destroy the Black Sun. The lizard-people met up with Das at the spaceport in a bay partially abandoned at 2300. A modified YT-1600 medium freighter sat in the middle of the floor. Trandoshans traversed up and down the loading ramp, carrying heavy boxes. Their leader, who had revealed himself as one Junta Reelo, set down his package on a repulse-sled and walked over. “Now listen, new guy. I have all the people I need moving the parts. What I don’t have izz a lookout. I heard that one of our groups ratted us out to the Judicials, right? We got the rat, but the JD's still know whatz going down tonight. You got a blaster?” Junta looked expectantly at Das. Never one to disappoint, the young man produced a DC-17 commando pistol, mainly used by RC’s. “Good. Stand over by the door, and if you see the plasticz, give a shout. Then run behind the boxes and take them down. All my men are armed.” Junta strode back to the ship, his tail dragging behind them. Das slid his gun back under his shirt, into his waistband in typical thug form. All went well for the first hour. Das started to nod off, tired out from ship-lag and the day’s events. From around the corner, there came a sound of marching footsteps. He woke with a start, yelling out a quick “We got company!”and dashing behind the boxes, blaster in hand. The Trandoshans pulled out a wicked array of weapons, from disruptors and blasters, to vibro weapons and sonic guns. They dropped their boxes into a makeshift wall and aimed at the entrance. Suddenly, from up above, the noise of the criminals was blocked out by the repulsors of a Judicial street-blocker. Das stared up into the sky visible from the bay. Three dropships hovered above the freighter and the criminals around it. Cables snaked down from the troop door, with shocktroopers riding them down. Das wasted no time. Snapping up his pistol, he tracked the oncoming soldiers, dropping 3 of them in a spray of ionized light particles. The fire of Das’s pistol snapped the Trandoshans out of their stupor. They, too, started blasting, and most of the troopers were dead before they hit the floor. As soon as they touched down, the foot men arrived in a spray of red. Thinking fast, Das ducked down behind his row of crates and pulled out his comlink. He directed used the main frequency that the JD's used, and shouted over the blaster fire. "This is anonymous sender using code 3345716, ordering you to Stand Down! Repeat, this is-" Before he could continue, the leader of the Juiacial forces spoke into his headset. "Who is this? How did you get that code? Das swore. His entire cover could be blown on this raid! With that thought, he whispered into his comlink, “This is one of the Supreme Chancellors agents, undercover in Black Sun! I repeat, stand down!” Das peeked up around the edge of the boxes, blasting 2 more troopers. The sergeant began yelling to his troops, signaling a retreat. The Trandoshans gave a feral hiss and charged at the remaining Judicials. The troopers yelled, but stood their ground. They lasted about a minute when the lizard men got close enough. Junta gutted a few of them with the bayonet on his carbine, and the other soldiers were put into various states of grisly disembowelment. Das stood up, working his legs to remove cramps. A few of the Trandoshans lit up some dethstix, and the room was filled with the foul smoke. Junta walked over to Das, limping slightly where his burnt tail scraped the floor. “Nice work, Antino. You might have saved us back there. You could have a future in this business.” Junta said, patting Das on the back. “Alright, men, let’s move the rest of this cargo. More will come!” Later that night, in a rented room above the spaceport bar, Das spoke to a holo-recorder. “Lord Tyranus, I’ve done it. I’ve successfully integrated myself into the Black Sun.” containing a forbidden smile, he continued. “Skywalker out.” -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/11 12:19pm Subject: RE: Darth Anakin ? Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/10
	What, no readers? Aye-yi-yi... Chapter 2 For the next couple of days, Das, aka Anakin, spent the money he earned from the night the Judicials raided. Most of the money went to more appropriate clothing for his work with the Black Sun, but he bought a vibroknife, as he had trained using one for several years under the best tutors that Dooku could find. 4 days after the raid, Junta met him in the Lothy Spaceport cantina. Das listened to the Trandoshan’s approval while sipping a Tusken Tonic. Junta, he noticed, stuck to Scale Ale, a Dosh brew. “You did good on the raid, rookie. Ghartan values merit. So-“he was abruptly interrupted as Das posed a question. “Wait a sec, Junta. Who’s this Ghartan guy?” Das took another sip of the Tonic, savoring its smoky flavor. Junta made a noise deep in his throat. If Das had been educated on Trandoshan culture, he would have recognized the embarrassment hidden in the sound. “He izz our bozz, leader of the Black Zun in this region of Ryloth. Ghartan makes the world spin ’round in this area. Anyway, he likez merit in rookies, and he wantz you to go along with my crew and one of his debt collectors, de Soto.” Junta made a horrible grin and laughed a dry, hissing laugh. “De Soto is a fierze one. I would enjoy hunting him, zometime.” Das smiled inwardly. The closer he got to Black Sun leadership, the better. “So when do we meet up with this character, anyway? Stuff’s getting boring with all the Judicials gone.” Junta checked a pocket chrono. “Now” ** It turns out that de Soto was one of the Shistavenen from the bar Das had seen earlier in the week. Shistavenen were barely seen throughout the galaxy, being xenophobic. Plus, their appearance was enough to want them off your world in a hurry. However, de Soto was the exception that proved the rule. Das sized the wolf-man up. Half of his left ear was gone, and scars laced their way up his huge, brawny frame. From beneath a feral smile, deadly fangs glistened with saliva, dripping onto his tight black shirt and landing at his barefoot, furry, clawed feet. Standing at least 2 and a half meters, de Soto was one of the tallest creatures Das had ever seen. Probably the most heavily armed, too. A large sleeve blaster, a holstered carbine at the hip, a giant beskad at his shoulder, a variety of grenades and ammo on a bandolier, and a big slug thrower in his hand. There was even the shape of a hold-out blaster on the inside of his sleeve. Wow. Enough ordinance to take out half the planet. “Names de Soto. Heard you shot good at the raid few nights back.” De Soto stooped over a bit to shake Das’s hand. He spoke in a flat, low, growly kind of voice. “Enough pleasantries. Ghartan’s discovered someone’s been skimming some off the top of our funds, and the main suspect is Crag, an accountant and lousy thief. We got to go…persuade him to get the dough back.” Das spoke up, acting his part with a well-placed question.”Why do you need all of us to help? You look like you can take on some pencil-pusher just fine.” De Soto stalked over to the smallish human. “Because, rookie, Crag probably doesn’t have the bread. I got to have some people to strip his house looking for it. Any more questions?” As he spoke, the lupine got so close to Das that he was forced to bend over backward. “No? Good.” When I finally reveal myself, Das thought, He’ll be the first I recruit to Tyranus’s and the Chancellor’s cause. Many Sith would have killed such a dangerous being when they revealed themselves, but Anakin thought differently. He had learned mercy was one of the qualities of a gentleman, like himself and Dooku and the Chancellor. Eventually, the group reached one of the few houses in Lothy spaceport. It was kept neat, with flamboyant red paint and greenish fungus’s, trimmed to resemble shrubbery and grass. Junta nudged de Soto. “You are right, furry one.” He hissed.”Thiz one is rich beyond his position. He must answer.” De Soto rang the alarm. They stood, listening to it reverberate through the house. A Twi’lek eye appeared at the peephole. After a few sounds of locks being unlocked and bars unslid, the door opened. A nervous looking Twi’lek male stood in the frame, smiling anxiously. He wore an expensive-looking scarlet robe with some gold-leaf pattern. Das recognized the Alderanian silk, the same the Count had worn once at a ball. “Come in, friends! Always nice to see fellow workers!” Crag ushered them into a fancy sitting room. Togorian carved furniture and Camaasi rugs were apparent, not easy stuff to get in a seedy port like this. There was even some exotic fruit sitting in a bowl on the table. “Come in, come in, have a seat! May I serve my friends a cool beverage? I have a large variety here.” He stood there, smiling, acting desperately like there was nothing wrong. Junta and his crew seated themselves, but de Soto stood. “No, Crag. We’re not here for a friendly visit, and we don’t really have time for a drink” One of the Trandoshan’s frowned. “We came here today to investigate the…misplacement of some funds. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Crag?” The fat Twi’lek nearly fainted, Das would swear. He was definitely guilty, but decided to lie his way out of it. “No, of course not! Why would I have…oh, I see, you were making a joke! I see, I see, a big joke.” He pointed at de Soto and started laughing. To Das’s surprise, the big Shistavenen started laughing too. Pretty soon, the laughter turned side-splitting, and the Trandoshans started to look confused. De Soto started to lean on Crag for support. The mood changed instantly as de Soto brought his knee up into Crag’s stomach. The Twi’lek doubled over, coughing. De Soto then brought his fist into a short, vicious uppercut, strait into Crag’s nose. He fell to the ground, whimpering and crying out in pain. “I thought we were friends! I didn’t take the money!”Crag screamed, using his delicate hands up to block the expensive table leg that de Soto was now swinging. “Hold him still, Junta!” de Soto choked out. Das stood up to make room for the Trandoshans as they rushed to Crag’s side and began holding down his arms, his legs, even his lekku. With the screaming Crag pinned, de Soto took his time beating the creature, clouting the Twi’lek’s ribs with the table leg. Reaching out to the Force, Das checked Crag’s emotions every time he yelled his innocence. He was lying. Das prepared to Force-repulse de Soto across the room and ignite the lightsaber he had hidden in his fake arm, but checked the facts. Crag had stolen from someone. According to the Chancellor and Dooku, everyone must pay for their crimes. However, was it right for Anakin to just stand here and let this man be beaten, possibly to death, for thievery against a criminal organization? But if he did act now, his cover would be blown and the mission failed. Das stood there, hating himself as the shrieks continued. After five minutes of clubbing the thief, Crag finally passed out. De Soto stood, wiping his snout. “Alright, Junta. This place is a goldmine of loot. Must be enough to cover, I dunno, half his debts. Strip the house.” As the Shistavenen spoke, das watched Crag’s body. Suddenly, his eye opened. Reaching under his scarlet cloak (it hid the blood stains well), Crag pulled a miniature slug thrower. Priming it, he aimed for de Soto’s expansive back. Das hesitated a second before realizing that saving de Soto would earn him a bunch of brownie points with Ghartan, when he met him. In a movement so fast that could only have come from one born in the Force, Das whipped out his commando pistol and fired. Crag screamed again as his hand was reduced to molten carbon molecules. The slug-thrower dropped on the floor. De Soto turned immediately. Taking in the fallen weapon, the screaming Crag, and the smoke curling from Das’s blaster, the lupine crossed over the floor to the Twi’lek and cut off Crag’s lekku with his beskad. Crag fainted again. De Soto glanced at Das and smiled evilly. “Thanks, rookie.” The Shistavenen turned and began carting off Crag’s elaborate sofa. Das looked away. He cried himself to sleep that night. -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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JEDIGUNSHIP Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/11 8:59pm Subject: RE: Anakin infiltrates Black Sun, OC's Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/11
	Well, it certainly is different. Keep me updated, will you? -----signature----- Blue and yellow make a green lightsaber. How do you get red out of blue? Jedi Knight in the New Jedi Trials/ Commander of Phoenix Squadron in the Rebel Alliance Host of the "100 Greatest Animated Cartoons" Countdown in the Amphitheatre
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JediXManSerenaKenobi Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/12 10:50am Subject: RE: Anakin infiltrates Black Sun, OC's Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/11
	Very interesting!! -----signature----- " 'Do you believe in God?' written on the bullet/ Say 'yes' to pull the trigger / And I will pull the trigger!" Talon Intelligence Squadron Artist! Talons rule! Proud member of Wrenga Jixton's Virtual Blondies! Christian=follower of Savior Jesus Christ
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TizTiz Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 7/12 12:40pm Subject: RE: Anakin infiltrates Black Sun, OC's Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/11
	This fic is really good . The plot is very original and the characters and I'm really want to find out what happens next. -----signature----- Sith Lords are our speciality-Obi Wan, rots novelization But it was so artistically done-Grand Admiral Thrawn The force is a powerful weapon and a great responsibility-Anakin Solo Pretty words mean nothing when the fighting starts-Anakin Solo H/L shipper
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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/30 7:28am Subject: RE: Anakin infiltrates Black Sun, OC's Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/11
	Sorry yall, I got into Rping on thestarwarsrp.com and I haven't felt inspired enough to write more...will come up with soemthing tho, I promise. -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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Rachel_Skywalker Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 7/31 10:37am Subject: RE: A Brother Lost, OC's Pre-AOTC, Now a novella, updated 7/11
	This is a really interesting story, bobafett15!! I can't wait till you update!! "Das hesitated a second before realizing that saving de Soto would earn him a bunch of brownie points with Ghartan, when he met him." -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker_ Luke Skywalker It doesn't get any better than that : ) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28650733&brd=10476
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