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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 10/31/08 9:54am Subject: The Sith Hunters (Update 11/25 - The End of Chapter 78 (Thanksgiving Break Catch Up) - Date Edited: 11/25 1:37pm (253 edits total) Edited By: Casper_Knightshade
	INTRODUCTION Nothing is more horrifying than life itself. As we often bask in the beauty and the tragedy of fiction from here to the book store, we do so in a reality ripe with things we want to embrace and rotten with things we want to escape. Sometimes what we even like we want to escape from, for we grow tired of it, and perhaps even fear it. It can consume us, our very desires; what we appreciate, what we take for granted, what we know. It can blind us to the very reality we must exist in, and before we know it, we're entangled in a razor wire bundle of trouble, inflicting damage upon ourselves trying to escape. Nothing can be more horrifying than life itself. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello and Welcome to the Fourth Volume of the Gessa Saga, The Sith Hunters. The Gessa Saga began officially with The Dark Hope back in October 2000 with the first prologue, set across time Before the Saga, followed by the main story in what would become the annual release date for all Gessa Saga stories: December 15, 2000. Along the way TDH -- as it's known to the fans -- had sidestories written along with it to compliment it and tell all the backstories that were not covered in the main story; they're like after thought prologues that answered questions that readers may have had about something, and thus it aided me in writings in the long run. Volume Two, The Fading Light, continued the horrible trials and very turbulent tribulations of Juna Rapier, now ten years older with ten times the problems and the lure of the dark side of the Force a hundred times worse. It is also revealed that all that was certain is in fact not. Where TDH was nothing was what it seemed to be, TFL turned the philosophy right back on itself. Volume Three, The Sith Maiden, shows that some of the well hidden secrets of the previous two stories in the Gessa Saga are revealed in past prologues and various flashbacks later in the story. It's shown that everyone's plans, from fan favorites Naressa Rapier, Palpatine/Darth Sidious, and the Gessa Saga major villain Magus Prophet, were just helpful schemes for a never ending Sithian spirit that seeks revenge against her very own daughter, and uses the entire galaxy to do it. The story itself was difficult to write for yours truly, especially with the passing of my Father during the key ending of the story, leaving me in a state of finality with the ending of Volume Three instead of attempting to go the entire six proposed volumes. But the fans had the information I felt they needed to complete the Gessa Saga on their own through their imagination. After two years worth of attempts, I have come back. And now, Volume Four enters very familiar territory in more ways than one. The bulk of The Sith Hunters takes place during The Saga Era, and from here on end of the Gessa Saga. The Prologues, you will discover, start in the Before the Saga era, but for the convenience of the story the 'Past is Prologue' will stay with the main story here in The Saga forum. The past in all the stories is an important teacher and guide to the elements of the present. I did my damnedest best to keep up with the ever changing continunity of Star Wars universe, but gave up during the writing of The Fading Light when it was revealed, to all our horror of horrors, Jedi were forbidden to marry; after years of years of Jedi marriages and Jedi children that were so heralded, the Flannel One throws a fast ball at our head. I tweaked and tweaked and created plot devices that worked around these ever changing problems, so yes consider this fiction Non-Canon. But for the most part, given SW's vast storytelling galaxy even on Coruscant itself, I was able to build and create the pomp and circumstances that eventually lead to the key (NOTE: BORING!) circumstances that occur in the Prequel Trilogy. With the creation of my own characters I was able to tell very unique stories and keep it all going in the same general direction. The Sith Hunters Main Story begins Thirty Five years after the conception of the Gessa Saga's main character Juna Rapier, the Dark Hope of the Sith and also begins between the time of the Invasion of Nabbo and the Clone Wars. And this time we look at a completely different form of horror: the horror of High Politics. But that is not all the drama that can be found in here. ------------------------------------------------------ IMPORTANT NOTICE: I am currently trying to organize and republish the first three Gessa Saga Volumes, so currently I will not have the links for them. HOWEVER I have no problem PMing the old links to the old boards for them, or emailing the parts of each story to those interested. BIG NOTE: all three volumes are H-U-G-E even after ZIP compression, and it's bad enough for me with a 56k modem to upload so it can't be any easier for anyone with the same problems to download them. I will do my best, anyway I can, to accommodate you. NOTICE: Although it is posted here there still may be material, although it conforms to existing rules and guidelines, that may still be not suitable for all posters. This is a general warning I give on all my stories from now on. I would have gave this warning even if I posted a children's story. NOTICE: This is reading thread and a fun thread. Constructive criticism of any kind is not wanted. I know I am not the best writer in the world, so I don't need to be reminded by anyone. There are people who just live to criticize: I don't need you as readers. HOWEVER speculation about storyline and humor is acceptable. This is a storytelling thread, basically where people are here to read the story, get along, and have fun. We talk about other things, fun things and every once in a while serious things (just briefly understand). We'll even mention websites of interest. I even allow plugs for other people's works, which I hope will lead to a long list below. ------------------------------- HUGE EDIT, IMPORTANT: GEOCITIES IS CLOSING, AND SO IS THE DARK HOPE MUSEUM But don't fret: The Gessa Saga Database has replaced it. No images, no side tracks: just the stories in ZIP files for convenient download. You must go to the website, however, to download the files. Just click on the link to go there quickly to read the first three stories before you read this one. NOTE: The stories are unedited versions. ANOTHER NOTE: The reasons for ZIP is that these stories are LONG and therefore LARGE IN FILE SIZE. NOW, THE SITH HUNTERS STAND BY... STAND BY........ -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 10/31/08 10:06am Subject: Prologue One: The Recall - Date Edited: 10/31/08 10:12am (1 edits total) Edited By: Casper_Knightshade
	A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... THE SITH HUNTERS: PROLOGUE ONE: THE RECALL Note: Takes place approximately one thousand years before The Sith Hunters The skies of the Republic’s capital, Coruscant, were nearly clear of smog and debris three hours since the cause of it, the previous day, had ended. Things happened on Coruscant, people had to move and walking was not an option: those who walked never made it on the planet that was one large city built on so many before it. Always hustling was Coruscant, always bustling was the aristocratic society that grew used to the overpopulation just has it had gotten used to the bureaucracy, and just had it gotten use to the Sith War, the war that had long ago stopped crashing their shores but still was fought by the brave that were far wiser if credit foolish. Such a thing, the early morning, to those who lived in such trivial times that had a chance to bare witness to such a late hour appreciated the irony of clearing skies in the middle of the night. Such a thing to see the real stars in the skies beyond the starships that had traded and defended the center of all that was known, for in this era the lights of the city did not blind the heavens nor anyone’s dreams. One still had to be quick to achieve something on this world, and that meant they had to be awake. This was the metaphor of the time, such a early hour of dark, clean skies and bright white stars, for this was when hope could be seen but only if the people were awake and out of bed to see it. Asleep: this was the people of Coruscant, this was the Republic, that never faced the continuing terror of the Dark Lords of the Sith. Until the ramparts were breeched once again the citizens just accepted the war that had been going on for over five thousand years. The Sith War was an unprecedented event of evil that would never be equaled, for nowhere in history did such a war last so long, took so many lives, have so many ebbs and flows. A war that just seemed like many skirmishes and misunderstandings and isolated incidents to those Asleep to its reality; those who were involved, from the warriors that wrote the history and the historians that lived to tell about it, always took exception to the snoring. The Jedi and the Sith and the war they fought against one another was very real to those unfortunate enough to had awaken to the sounds of their own murder. The Jedi, fighting for every free person in the Republic, lost too many to the Sith through death and desertion over the many and many years. The only comfort was the Sith found ways, always, to destroy themselves and each other. Still it was no comfort to the Awakened; even those Awakened that had survived the reality of the ongoing war. It made it all a terrible shame that the Asleep only dreamed the horrors of the past. Time and history made the atrocities fade away from the collective majority of the Asleep; there was no difference between the one person that had died yesterday on the streets of the city during a mugging and the one billion people that had died all at once when the Sith destroyed the world Ambexius, only twenty light years away from Coruscant, just last year. Until the ramparts were breeched, the Asleep laid in their beds, unaware of the clearing skies and bright stars that shone. Little did most know there was a five thousand year old war still raging throughout the galaxy. There were some that preferred it that way. That was the hustle of Coruscant, the center of all politics in the known galaxy. Everything was debatable and nothing was sacred: people were elected and appointed and given power nonetheless if they would have thought nobly and wisely and honorably otherwise. War was no exception to this rule; only the serious fought it, and only the weak benefited from it: those who could not fight for themselves were not blameless for they chose those who deceived them on a regular basis. Some of these chosen were Senators; some did these deeds for their own benefit; some did it at the behest of Dark Contributors. What did it ever matter to the Asleep, who voted them in with eyes closed shut? The clear night air was uncharacteristically disturbed by a few short range travel boats, converging on the new and glaring dome of the recently finished Senate House, approaching it from various directions. There were curfews on Coruscant that were enforced once, still on the books, because of the war. They were enforced when the Sith stormed the planet, but forgotten just as soon as people had forgotten the name of their enemy. Even with these boats gliding effortlessly through the air on scramjet propulsion and landing just outside the entrances of the south section filled with political officials the law would have applied to them as well. No one stopped them recently; no one stopped them now. “Hell of a time to call a special session of the Senate,” exclaimed Senator Realla Cavalo, Coruscant’s Senatorial Representative. At her age sleep was a necessity, and her only power was to break ties in straight voting which by itself when it came to legislature was rarer than peace was; in her long career she had never exercised her lone authority. She entered the building, not caring to talk to anyone else that had arrive or was still arriving. It only took Senator Peel Uto of Malastare five minutes to reach Senate House but his mood had not softened. It was not just the late hour that had bothered him, apparent as the Gran’s three eye stocks tightened over and over again. To expedite Supreme Chancellor Boud’s request of Axpedi Neci -- the old Coruscant legal phrase for legislatures to get to the voting chambers quickly -- Uto was still in the process of getting his political entourage out of their beds; he never traveled alone without all twenty of them in tow; for the moment he only had two, and those two were on comlinks trying to stir the others from their slumbers. “Uto could have waited,” remarked Senator Murat of Kuat, smiling and strutting from his personal travel boat, his select group of ‘back patters’ surrounding him and joining in on the indignation. In his first term of high office, the young man had learned more being in the seat than his father, his predecessor, before him; the elder Murat had some principals and withheld the worst the power of the Senate had to offer. The young Murat had hated him for it ever since. “It isn’t like this planet’s under attack. Hey, Bobo!” Senator Bobo, a Rathian Senator, sneered at Murat, “I trust this is not your conspiracy, Lucian Murat.” The being hated to be bothered what was perceived as trivial matters -- that is if it wasn’t his idea, Bobo saw it as a waste of his precious time, which he thought should have been wasted on regurgitating the previous day’s lunch. “Wouldn’t want to disturb your best moments,” joshed Murat back. They weren’t friends; they only voted for the same things, often allying on each other purposes and nothing more than that. The two walked together, their groups mingling via just close approximation. As many as thirty shuttles had arrived at the Senate House at their own steam. The thirty-first, and last, arrived with the decorations of the planet Dantooine decorated across its bow. Senator Bartello Vesgevi emerged from his craft and stood in the hatch with a look of anger. He was not amused at this urgent summons, particular since he had not requested it, nor did he had it planned for the Senate’s itinerary. On paper, to the people, Supreme Chancellor Boud was the leader of the Republic and its Senate. In reality the Honorable Representative of the Planet Dantooine, Vesgevi, was the most powerful man in the hollow chambers of the capitol. Though alone he represented one planet he welded enough influence to affect the others. Rumors of his soon-to-be ascension to the Supreme Chancellor’s chair were not great exaggerations. On the other hand no Vesgevi had ever held the Head Chair and never would; no Vesgevi was that stupid to do so! Bartello held one of the few so-called Legacy Seats of the Senate; in short, in spite of all the democratic elections, the name Vesgevi never came off the data modules of the Dantooine chair. His forefathers had held the chair for the better part of the past three thousand years; the longest stretches had always been one seven year Dantooine term between the father and his heir guaranteed. What they all had learned in that great time was power could be held from a position better suited in the shadows; the leader of the Republic was always in a spotlight, the spotlight provided by the blinding glare of a supernova. Powerful Bartello was he kept himself far away enough from the perception. To be the Supreme Chancellor was to be in the cross hairs of negative opinion and fact; the icon of failure, a face that can be attached to any problem whether it was the Chancellor’s idea or not. Chancellor Boud was a fair-minded Corellian and when he was appointed three years ago to the Head Chair the people gleamed to this strength. It had not last, thanks to no small part on Bartello Vesgevi’s measures. Vesgevi continued to be in that position of the follower though he lead, passing the blame of failures to the one man that could not prevent them. At the same time Boud discovered that none of his ideas would ever pass subcommittee without Vesgevi’s opinion -- that is approval. As with every weak leader before him Boud did not take the reigns; he allowed Vesgevi and Senators like him to run the show. But Vesgevi was the master of ceremonies; a power granted to him by others, however not without first having it given to his family long ago by a powerful outside benefactor. Vesgevi and his group awaited outside the Senate House longer than anyone else, even while other Senators arrived for the meeting. One of the Senate Guards came out and before he could say anything Vesgevi knew what was going to be said and spoke, “I will enter the chamber I allowed the Senate to build at my own steam!” He did not comply with the wishes of the Sergeant-At-Arms, and no one dared to make him. A small shuttle landed not far from the Dantooine shuttle and out quickly stepped the man Vesgevi was waiting impatiently for. Vesgevi shouted unpleasantly, “Damn it, Renvarient, where the hell have you been!” Small, unassuming, and perhaps one of the last wearers of corrective oculars in the known and civilized society, the young political assistant Maroki Renvarient looked like an unkempt mess, as always. Such men of Renvarient’s ‘importance’ looked so; they were figuratively not allowed to live what passed for a life or sleep or get sick as they studied laws, prepared speeches, fetched legal stimulants, and did everything else that made their bosses look good. Renvarient was one of those lucky few that still had the job after one year; he had been with Vesgevi for two terms, potentially going on three. Somehow the job was not figuratively -- sometimes literally and a few times absolutely -- slowly killing Renvarient. “Apologies, Senator,” flustered Renvarient, dropping a transmission document -- trans docs, precursors to data pads -- from his arms full of data pads he tried to keep tight to his chest. The color in his face matched the flaming red hair on his head. “This Axpedi Neci was just so sudden. I was going over the voting tabulations for tomorrow…I mean today-.” Vesgevi’s outburst was due to anxiety, not his underling’s incompetence to stay ahead of matters. Without knowing why the emergency meeting was called, the fear of the unknown, made him feel like he was walking on broken glass. “It’s bad enough you’re not prepared, it’s worse that this is happening without my say so! You’re close to Boud’s assistant: why was there no warning!” Renvarient picked up the trans doc, dropped another, and picked it up while dropping another as he spoke. “No, Senator, there was not even a hint. I can make contact with our resources now-.” “Forget it! We’re here, aren’t we! We’ll find out what it is.” He tugged Renvarient and groused, “Just leave it you idiot!” Renvarient had dropped a few more trans docs by the time Vesgevi made for Senate House. The young man did what he was told to do, regardless of what was important on the trans docs. Once Renvarient dropped what was deemed a classified article on the ground and Vesgevi tossed it out of his apartment window; since Vesgevi could not benefit from the information, he could had cared less who read it. Within the last thirty minutes more than three hundred of the two thousand members of the Senate would arrive as requested and enter the dome the modern bureaucracy at the time spent too long and too much to have built. The security at such a late hour had not changed because the primary star was not above them, securing the doors behind the Senators and their entourages with each passing. Particularly in a security matter this was not something the public was going to witness. Debates were going to be spoken and more free as the politicians inside would not have to worry about recorded words being used against them in any of their coming elections. Despite the late hour the Senators were still insecure when it came to their positions, even if no one else was awake to see it and care. Senator Erradan Talvackia of the planet Moorduian arrived, clearly flustered with the idea of the late hour meeting as well. The Moorduians were a proud race of warriors right down to last bureaucrat, and therefore they took every responsibility seriously. Senator Talvackia was no exception; he was busy taking the necessary precautions to ensure the birth of his children in the next few weeks. His wife, the egg layer, had wrapped him up with several layers of coats and admonished him not to scratch or he would abuse the children growing under this lime green skin. “I rather be sunning myself right about now,” muttered Talvackia to his underlings. They were worse than his wife as they made sure the coats stayed on. “That’s the hormones talking,” chided a rival to the Moorduians; Senator Quazo Qwe, representing the latest entrant of the Republic, Sullust. The Sullustans were as flamboyant at times as the Corellians, however Sullust had deeper issues with the Moorduians, particularly when it came to body snatching Sullustans from their homes in order for the Moorduians to lay eggs in them and not their mates. Smartly Qwe was not alone; no Sullustan was that stupid, particularly since the Republic appeared to lack the power to prevent its own members from victimizing another member. “Or maybe it’s the pain of carrying a hundred maggots under your skin,” remarked Senator Qwe ratherly dryly as his entourage and Talvackia’s lot sized one another up. “Damn, it must make you wish you had a choice, doesn’t it Flyboy. I wish those you had kidnapped had that choice.” “These accusations again,” said Talvackia with a head shake. “You do not give up, Sullustan. It makes you even more cartooinish and stupid.” “Just because my big eyes, runny nose, and flaps of skin on my cheeks make me cartoonish and stupid, to you, doesn’t change the truth, Flyboy.” Senator Qwe gestured to the Senate House. “Better get inside before I bring out the flyswatters.” Talvackia’s small, compound eyes just tittered back without remorse. “You best go in before I. Not far from here is rodent poison, lying about out in the open. I wouldn’t want a planet of holes filled with rats loose their only elected representative so soon.” The two groups continued to trade barbs back and forth as both went to enter the building at the same time. Talvackia almost tripped and fell over poor and clumsy Maroki Renvarient. Handlers inadvertently grabbed for Talvackia, which their means to help him from falling only hurt him when they grabbed him. This made Senator Qwe laugh heartily and he quickly pulled Renvarient away from the doors before Talvackia could beat the Human. “You, my friend, have some stones in your pants,” joked Qwe as he shook the young man’s hand. Again Renvarient tried desperately to hang on to his devices. “I should buy you a drink.” “I-I didn’t mean to do that,” stuttered Renvarient. Talvackia was trying to pull out his debate dagger, intending to use it to end the ‘debate’ on Renvarient’s life, but he was still tangled up in coats. “I’m sorry, really!” “Don’t apologize to that buzz head,” remarked Qwe. “You’re Vesgevi’s boy, right? Tell him I owe him one.” He pushed Renvarient on his way and put himself and his group between Renvarient’s way of departure and Talvackia’s group of seething individuals. Behind Talvackia two Human Senators entered, stopping the conversation they were having, waiting for the alien and his group to move on. For their sake the conversation they were having in private, even from their trailing respective entourages, could not be revealed. The information was secret from all save them -- at least they believed it to be. The elder of the two, Senator Brickenbridge of Amblio Caro, leaned towards the younger female, Senator Cecl Bedia of Alderaan, and said, “You must remain calm.” “Calm!” Senator Bedia’s shriek was a little too much, but it drew little attention from anyone else. She had been upset since the summons and was nearly on a starship to take her far away from Coruscant until Brickenbridge swooped by. Corrected, she whispered, “Calm, how can we be calm. We’re in trouble; we should be getting out of here.” “And where would you run, dear?” questioned Brickenbridge. He stroked his beard with his right hand while dragging her by the arm with his left, heading left. “We don’t know what this is about.” “The assassination failed!” she hissed. “The Jedi know!” “Shutit!” Brickenbridge couldn’t believe her, dragging her even harder with a grip meant to amputate her arm. He was upset because, above all else, it was generally her idea and he had gone along with it. He had a feeling that the plans that had occurred were of a much higher, darker power. Alone in the corridor after he gave a glare to both their parties, Brickenbridge nearly threw the much smaller Bedia through the floor; she stumbled but caught herself before she landed embarrassingly on the floor. He said, “A woman of your intelligence should know that in these uncertain times certain words, like the one you uttered a few seconds ago, should not be said!” Bedia hissed quietly back. “This is not my fault!” “You know nothing yet!” barked Brickenbridge as quietly as possible, but he had to raise the level of his voice to get his ire across. “How would it look if the ‘situation’ has failed? The guilty always run, little girl. Believe me, if, and I do mean if, the Matter was founded before it was completed you don’t want to be the primary suspect.” The elder man drew the younger woman towards him. “Now pull yourself together. When we enter that chamber, whatever happens, do not panic. If indeed the Matter” he meant the assassination of Supreme Chancellor Boud “was successful, it will mean higher positions for us to consider, and believe this, child, we’ll hail you in the shadows for your idea.” Bedia tried to smile but to anyone else it would have appeared she was trying hard not to vomit; her complexion was too green, so green in fact she could have been mistaken for a Rodian. One last click of the doors signaled that all that was supposed to be there was there. The Senate Guards secured the doors, and then uncharacteristically left their positions. More than three hundred of the two thousand Senators had arrived. It was enough. -------------------------------- TBC -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Delight Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/2/08 8:13am Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga) - Date Edited: 11/2/08 8:20am (1 edits total) Edited By: Delight
	And so let the politics begin! ... and Gessa's return is cheered as that of an old friend's. Rune! -----signature----- Hate (ESB AU Vader one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30035853/ Enough (AU Obidala one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30009444/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/3/08 12:12pm Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga) - Date Edited: 11/3/08 7:18pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Casper_Knightshade
	Thank you so very much, Delight. Call upon the universe: Big Daddy Evil returns and he brings the krayt dragons with him! The Gessa Saga is really looking forward to ruining your home towns! :P ---------------------------------------------------------- The new booths of the Senate Debating Chamber were as comfortable as ever and some of the Senators wondered if this was the night they were going to use the newest repulsorlift technology to move them. The antigravity modules had been an exclusive propriety to the largest of starships, but for years such an energy consumer it was not economically feasible to convert the generators into smaller modules. So, the Senate funded the new building to have the smallest available repulsor generators available on the market to move their booths around the chamber, particular towards the Supreme Chancellor’s chair in the middle, replacing the track rail system of the past. Of course the small repulsor was as large as one member the Hutt species; those booths were too spacious and allowed more than the elected representatives in them. Everyone then took full advantage of them with their entourages, as well as they took their time. The time was given to them because Supreme Chancellor Boud had not arrived. This frustrated the biggest power players of the Senate; Vesgevi could be heard by everyone as he shouted for over a minute at anyone in his booth. Senator Murat chuckled and turned in his chair towards his neighbor, Senator Bobo. “Hey Bobo,” began Murat jovially, “do you need a universal translator for Vesgevi’s racket?” The Rathian Bobo only clicked his pointed snout and teeth. “Are you too full of humor? He is a child of words; anyone can understand a child!” Murat whistled and said, “Careful, Bobo, we might spike your worms with antacid tabs.” Before the two could continue their joking Murat’s men let him known of the arrival of Renvarient. “Yeah let the little squib in.” He remained seated while the mousy man entered. “Well, what is it?” “Senator Vesgevi has sent me to find out if you know what this meeting is all about?” questioned the nervous Renvarient. “Son, I’m like my seventh mistress: I don’t have a clue.” Murat looked around the chamber once and said, “We’ll know once the others show up. I guess that’s why we haven’t seen Boud yet. Why don’t you go find Realla Cavalo? She must meet with the Supreme Chancellor before the session starts, and as you can see she’s not in the center queue.” Renvarient took a look around the chamber, which was many sizes too big for the current membership; the expectation had always been that once the Sith War was over for good more independent systems would join the Republic and begin the official rebuilding. With all two thousand members in chamber it would still appear very empty, but the small numbers inside now made the place pathetic in purpose. Renvarient looked below at the center queue, which was just below the Chancellor’s podium that raised from the bottom of the chamber, which was linked to the Chancellor’s office. Cavalo was not there. As Renvarient left Murat Senator Quazo Qwe squeezed by and gave no indication that the Human was there even though he had praised him only minutes ago. Qwe was not stopped like Renvarient was. Murat sighed a bit, expecting the Sullustan on this, such a nervous night filled with the unknown. “A word in private, since you gave one to Vesgevi’s pet,” mused Qwe, but it wasn’t in jest, and it begged differ his actions just one second prior to speaking. “Everyone take a long step away,” he muttered to his entourage. Once it was done, Murat said quietly to Qwe, “Feeling a bit trapped all the sudden?” “And you’re not?” Qwe shot a look over his shoulder. “This sudden meeting cannot be a coincidence. We will be hearing about Pennece, I’m sure of it.” “Only you and I know about that,” stressed Murat, gritting his teeth. “The Dark Lord only gave us Pennece, and we did the responsible thing here. Whatever happens, happens. Get some sleep why don’t you?” “It wasn’t just some mission the Jedi went on,” stressed Qwe. “Why would he care where the Jedi Council needed to be if he wasn’t going to do something?” “Well, that’s how Kravous’ works.” Murat turned in his chair. “Now excuse me, we have some minutes to catch up on before this session begins, don’t we?” Qwe snapped his big lips shut and stomped out, followed by his people outside. But only two minutes would pass before Qwe’s rival, Senator Erradan Talvackia, entered. He interrupted by muttering, “I have heard nothing new from our ‘benefactor’.” “Tal, pal, sit down why don’t ya!” Murat faked happy sincerity as he shut his computer down in both frustration and nervousness. “It isn’t like we have a lot we want to talk about out in the smecking open!” When Talvackia sat down, Murat leaned in and pointed out, “Given how the systems we both represent are light years apart I would remind you that it gets hard to have a mutual benefactor.” “Darth Kravous is up to something,” spoke Talvackia softly. “And I know this?” was Murat’s lie. “Do I look like his apprentice?” “He was wanting a way to communicate with you in private a few weeks ago, and now this sudden meeting.” Talvackia itched at his skin. “This cannot be some simply explained coincidence, Murat.” Murat threw his hands up and said, “I’ll tell you what: when I see our quote benefactor end quote I’ll advise him to stand outside this magnificent building and shout your name in the rain. Excuse me while I mope.” Talvackia got up and walked out, heading right for Senator Vesgevi. Murat only knew that because he noticed Talvackia a few minutes later chatting it up with the Human. Their conversation appeared easy going. He just shook his head and spat out, “No one knows anything.” __________________________________________________- TBC -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/5/08 6:41am Subject: Prologue One: The Recall
	If you get the gist so far, rival politicians here in the story have the same information, going through the same Sithian source, but they think they have the edge over their rival because they are the 'only one's' with the information. Classic! Anyways, more old and familiar names emerge: one of them.........will surprise you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Renvarient’s next stop was Senator Uto, who was a good friend -- if there was any in the Senate -- of Vesgevi. He was not amused by anything at the moment. “I do not know any more than Bartello. There is Cavalo.” He pointed his three eyes towards the center queue. “Ask her. It appears we have time before the session starts.” ‘Asking’ for anything while Cavalo was in the center queue was not easy; for one thing Renvarient couldn’t reach the center queue unless he walked on air. He left Uto’s booth to find an empty booth to use the communications system there to talk to Cavalo. He signaled for her with the equipment, causing her to unusually jump in surprise. The woman, to Renvarient, looked unusually pale and took the time not answering Renvarient to look around the chamber. After a few long second she answered. “Senator Cavalo, this is Maroki Renvarient, assistant to Senator Bartello Vesgevi,” began a concerned Renvarient. “Are you all right? I’m over here.” He got her frantic attention with a wave of both his hands. When she finally saw him, he did his best to give her a big smile and asked, “Are you all right?” “F-Fine,” she sputtered. Cavalo opened her mouth and nearly vomited. She then sucked everything back in and said, “I’m fine. Just….it’s just the hour. Just the hour.” “Well, then, Senator Vesgevi would like to know why this meeting was called. What is the Chancellor Boud’s reasons?” She only repeated, “Just the hour, that’s all.” She looked at him and sighed, “I….really can’t say.” She looked around dutifully and expressed, “I just can’t say.” The Senators at that moment all got a collected shock when their booths secured themselves from the hall and floated away the doors. Every booth that had life on it, including poor Renvarient’s booth, floated away from the security of the walls and towards the central platform area, where the doors to the Chancellor’s podium below parted and his speaking podium began to rise. The anticipation levels were based on who knew, even with the new shock of the booths moving away from the safety of the walls on their very own. Senator Brickenbridge kept a straight face at the beginning; Senator Bedia was sweating unnaturally for someone her age. Senators Murat, Qwe, Talvackia, and so many others were in a state of constant uncertainty, forcing them to be eager and forgetting they had no control over their now moving booths towards the rising center podium. Senator Vesgevi was beside himself and really to attack with vocal venom until he noticed the contents of the Chancellor’s Position; he was the first to do so since he was incensed by the late night call to order. Behind the Senators as the booths moved towards the middle the guards of the chamber took up positions at the open doors that once connected the booths to the outer hall. Some began to shed their ceremonial garments -- better known as Alphadrobe -- so they could openly reveal who they were. To add to their identities they quietly removed lightsabers from their respected hiding places. The Chancellor’s Podium was too large for the three main chairs it housed; the Chancellor, the Speaker, and the seat Senator Realla Cavalo was nervously in. The two seats below the Chancellor were not hard docked to the podium so it joined it on its way upward. Senator Cavalo joined the party that filled up the available space of the podium. Amongst the seven worn looking Jedi Knights was a man of high Republic Navy uniform; gleaming white and bright amongst the followers and purveyors of the Light Arts of the Force. It was not hard for the many Senators in the chamber to concentrate on the military officer. A lot of them bore a great fear of seeing such a thing long before this very incident. Senator Vesgevi was one of them, but for other reasons. His anger became a quiet; the kind not exercised until the Chancellor’s Podium finished its ascent and the Senatorial Booths came to rest twenty feet away. He said, “Fleet Admiral Hetfield Ulrich. You are not in the Wambaloo System with the First Fleet.” “I am not, First Chair of the Armed Services Committee,” said Admiral Ulrich, keeping with formal tradition under the circumstances: nearly forty years of duty was being tossed aside for this night, but he was not going to let go of civility; not yet anyways. “Yet I am not ashamed of lying to you or to the members of the committee after what I have learned. First to business as to why only these Senators have been called to this chamber. “I would believe it is to tell us that the military and the Jedi Knights have staged a coup!” barked Senator Qwe. There was very little response to the political outburst. “Where is the Chancellor!” “Supreme Chancellor Kram Boud is dead,” spoke one of the Jedi; a Casdoin, one of the last to exist. “He was assassinated only mere minutes ago by a Dark Lord of the Sith.” There was some commotion to this news. Senator Vesgevi was not flinching. “This is an outrage! You stand here to tell us this! Without the full measure of the Senate! This is not even a quorum, Senior Jedi Master De'leu.” Master De’leu, the head of the Jedi Order, fiddled with a part of his badly burnt Jedi robe, smiled a little, and said, “You are worried about quorum calls at this point, Senator.” “I am, out of the traditions of this chamber and the Republic!” Vesgevi raised his voice as his heart elevated his blood pressure. “The nation is leaderless! During these dark times we must elect one to replace Boud! Or are we just going to accept what you say to be-.” “The Sith killed Boud just as they had tried to kill every single member of the Jedi Council at Pennece,” Master De’leu interrupted. “As the Jedi Council attempted to remedy the plague the Sith had unleashed there, only to find the dying was only a ploy! Yet you worry, oh so worry, about your destiny as the leader of the Republic!” Some of the Senators shouted in protest but Admiral Ulrich said, “There will be no vote right now on the leadership of the Republic!” That brought the chamber to quiet as they listened intently. “Not with you all here to vote on it.” That brought some more protesting, but there was a subtle hint of trouble in those who remained silent. Some shared looks with others. Others noticed the Jedi Knights awaiting them at the exits. They then realized how far it was to the far walls of safety to begin with. The Senators were unarmed. Seven Jedi on the Chancellor’s Podium would have their weapons on them and the Force behind them. “So it is a coup then!” barked Senator Brickenbridge. “The people will not stand for this, Admiral!” “The people no longer stand,” advised Admiral Ulrich. “They have been lulled into a deep sleep by the agents of the Dark Lords of the Sith. By the very Sith themselves, through the members of this very chamber before me!” The caused great stirs of anger from some. Tensely, and unnaturally so, Vesgevi grilled, “You are bypassing the democratic process! The people have spoken!” “They will speak again upon the evidence I will show them first thing in the morning!” Admiral Ulrich took measure of as many Senators as possible with his eyes before continuing. “And I have plenty of evidence to make the argument that this very institution, the Senate, is under the control of the Sith and have been for thousands of years. The Jedi Order has its own evidence, collected and revealed upon the failure of our Enemies to take them out at Pennece. The evidence cannot wait for the courts, and it can’t wait for the other Senators to take action on, for it will only prolong a war that should have ended many, many years ago.” “Is this your form of conscientious objector?” Senator Bobo snapped. “You betray your uniform, sir! You betray the oath you have taken!” “Unfortunately I have,” stressed Ulrich, “So my last act as Admiral of the Fleet is to end the charade of a Senate body doing good. It will also be my first act as a Jedi Knight.” There was a very sudden quiet that was unnerving. The news of the very old man in dress Alphas of the Republic Navy admitting his new allegiance to the Order of Force Users stunned them. They never knew he could use the Force. Ulrich then said, “Again, I have evidence implicating each and every one of you here being part of a grander conspiracy.” Ulrich turned his attention towards Senator Vesgevi specifically. “And one of you is a Sith Lord.” _______________________________- TBC -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Sara_Kenobi Registered: Sep '00	Date Posted: 11/5/08 7:26pm Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/5)
	Everything is starting to piece itself. Great, great begining, Casper. I apologize for my late reply but unfortunately I've been busy this week. I look forward to more. -----signature----- Legacy: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30582247/p1/?0
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/6/08 11:18am Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/5) - Date Edited: 11/6/08 1:23pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Casper_Knightshade
	Thanks, Sara, no worries, no harm! Canada is a busy place... BTW - Not only does the Boston Red Sox's new pitching coach give the team 'hope', the new coach brought along her left handed prodigy with his 'wickedhad' fastball. Note to Batters from Manager C-3PO: let the Wookiee win. :P More soon. -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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sdhfs Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 11/6/08 6:37pm Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/5)
	great story so far, keep me updated please. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/16229314/?30 Up is obidala at it's best love chooses you you don 't choose it. Death is but death why are you afraid of it ?
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Delight Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/7/08 1:43am Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/5)
	Good stuff. Lots and lots of familiar names, Casper! Hetfield Ulrich, huh?? Nothing Else Matters! Can't however, recall to great detail where Maroki Renvarient first appeared, only faint memories of decoys of sorts. Vesgevi, well... Hmm. (I must be getting old. Three volumes of minor characters -> quite a lot of names to remember!) Biographies! -----signature----- Hate (ESB AU Vader one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30035853/ Enough (AU Obidala one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30009444/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/7/08 1:45pm Subject: Prologue One: The Recall
	sdhfs: Hey, thank you! I always appreciate new readers. Welcome and enjoy! Delight: In The Sith Maiden (beginning with Chapter 2), after Darth Rune conquered Korriban and the Sith Order, she accessed the Naressa slicer program and with the Sith Order-provided identification of Maroki Renvarient she would create the mutual fund-stock funneling account that implicates Naressa and involved the Vesgevi family on Dantooine. Because of the name Maroki Renvarient, Surmon Vesgevi knowns that the Sith Order is contacting his family, who were conspirators with the Sith (as you will soon see here). Darth Sidious also used the identity in order to access the funds. Ultimately the Maroki Renvarient ploy launched by Rune was designed to not only implicate Naressa in the murder of Pirus Krendel and Edwaru Kurr on Hapes, but draw both Naressa and Sidious to Dantooine to fight one another; to which Rune tricked Surmon Vesgevi to use the Son of Xulm to try and destroy them both............. WHEW! Can you tell I wrote this in one breath? ---------------------------------------- There's a reason why this prologue is called 'The Recall'. It's ambiguous title has several meanings and they're all in here. As Delight pointed out Hetfield Ulrich made his first and last appearance in 'Nothing Else Matters', the leader of the Sith Hunters Dor-Li Nimh sends out to finish the Sith. What no one knew was the events that lead to the beginning of 'NEM'. For instance, as the next part here shows, Admiral Ulrich was old before he had begun his Jedi training: the first inkling that the Jedi Order was doing everything it could to finally win the 5,000 year old war. ---------------------------------------- “Preposterous,” Senator Talvackia carried the chorus of his peers. There were many denials from all parts of the chamber. “There are no Sith here!” “Given how quickly the Sith trap unfolded on Pennece, I beg the differ!” The retort came from a middle-aged Human Jedi. “The mission there was only known by few! Most of those few are now dead! The rest of them are in this very chamber, to which one of you has killed Boud!” “You can’t be serious!” Senator Murat just shook his head vehemently. “This is just the excuse for your coup!” “It’s a valid excuse,” said Admiral Ulrich forcibly, but he kept his eyes locked solely on Senator Vesgevi. “The evidence bares it all out when it is considered. For years and years, long before any of us lived there had been chances to end the Sith War, end the Sith for good! Something always came up, something always got in the way! Too many times, it began in this very chamber and others like it!” Vesgevi did not like Ulrich’s stare for a lot of reasons, and he was suddenly afraid those reasons would be revealed. “We call that rotating, Admiral. It’s as old as politics itself!” “It isn’t rotating when the facts are true and they correspond with what is happening now, and what should have happened! Cavalo, the Chancellor’s mandate!” The Fleet Admiral looked towards the woman, who immediately followed his instruction with shaky, white fingers. Everyone’s monitors were filled with a Letter of Mandate, baring the official and encoded signature of the late Chancellor Boud. Some of the Senators read it, but not surprising to the Jedi in the middle of the chamber others did not. Ulrich said to Vesgevi alone, but loud enough for all to hear, “Because of Pennece, Chancellor Boud was going to declare Marital Law. He realized, finally, the Sith threat was still alive and very real. I was advised by him to draw up the quarters, even the protection measures that would decertify the Senate.” There should have been outrage, but there was none. The news was chilling, but the participants receiving it did not know how to react. To fake emotion to those who could sense such lies or care less about them seemed imprudent. “He had told others senior in status in this very Senate off the record,” said Ulrich, “but he confided in me who they were. That was the Sith’s first mistake, the assumption that Boud had no trust in anyone. “The Sith’s second mistake occurred apparently on their own home world. We still do not know where it is, but even the Jedi had felt the error.” Master De’leu stepped forward and said, “The Sith Order has collapsed under its own weight of darkness. The Jedi have felt their deaths. The Sith is so weak they can no longer openly reveal themselves for conventional combat! There are so little of them, and Marital Law would have rooted them out and end the war!” “Boud’s declaration needed seconding of the senior Senate leadership. Unfortunately for us, and for Boud, that leadership is tied to the Sith. Pennece was Boud’s home and he had instructed the Jedi to go there. What he failed to tell the leadership was myself taking the Jedi to Pennece. Without my ships the remaining members of the Jedi Council you see before you would have never survived the trap laid there. “I lied to you, Senator Vesgevi, because Boud suspected you to be the source of all our evils! And I agree! All of you here benefit from Boud’s death; without the Marital Law decree, none of you lose your seats of power! None of you here are innocent! We have, for the past six months, been collecting the evidence to use against you! Your contacts with the Sith have almost been all revealed to us. It all began with the dealings I had with the Sith!” There were some glances exchanged, but again Ulrich kept his eyes on Vesgevi. The Fleet Admiral said, “I have been approached many times by an agent of the Dark Lords. They have promised me power, and purpose in their grand vision of the galaxy. They didn’t come right out and say it, but the offers were obvious in their content. The Sith knew what others did not: that I was indeed Force sensitive. What the Sith did not know, and it was their third and forth mistake, was my allegiance to the Republic being unswayable, and my tutelage under Jedi Master Dor-Li Nimh.” The middle-aged Human that spoke before, Dor-Li Nimh, was far much younger than Admiral Ulrich, and that visual alone made the whole idea look odd. The military and the Jedi Order had many falling outs in the past as well, largely due to philosophy than real substance. However upon this news there was a sense that a great balloon had just been slowly deflated by this simple pin poke of knowledge. “The hints have been coming towards me from the Sith,” began Admiral Ulrich, “for the past six months in the form of agents. I alerted my Master, and from there we began to track the movements, follow the details. We uncovered all of you. You are all pieces of a web, link together to catch prey for your Sithian spider.” Ulrich again locked stares with Vesgevi. The Jedi Council did as well. The admiral said, “And you, Senator Vesgevi, have constantly been in the center of that web!” “It’s a lie!” Vesgevi’s face did not match his angry yell. His face was bone white with fear. “I-I am no Sith Lord! I don’t have one ounce of the Force in me!” He looked around him to discover no one coming to his aide. The other Senators were too busy realizing that there were Jedi Knights posted at the exits. The same grim feeling was upon all of them, given the serious look in the Jedi Council’s eyes. All the sudden pleasing voters appeared trivial compared to begging for their lives. “Senator,” started Master De’leu, “you above all others here have the most to gain from Boud’s assassination. You alone had shared detailed and classified information that no one else here has had access to. And you have sent appointed members of your entourage to speak to Admiral Ulrich about certain ‘dark politics’.” In truth, and speaking so, Vesgevi said, “I have no idea what you are talking about! I could care less about Ulrich being on my side! I hate the military! They should be defunded! Why would I deal with him!” “As Chancellor, you would have to!” “As Chancellor, I would have fired him!” “This does not change the facts,” said Admiral Ulrich loudly. “All the problems with this war have gone through someone, and at this time it has gone through you! It is over, Vesgevi, reveal yourself!” Dor-Li Nimh spat, “Enough of this!” He pulled out his lightsaber, tapped the Force, and leapt the distance from the podium to the Vesgevi’s floating booth. He showed every intention of striking Vesgevi down. It was a bait to draw the Sith Lord to attack. Dor-Li stopped short…. In response, and not the right one, Vesgevi collapsed to his knees and cowered in a ball. He begged wildly, “NO, NO, PLEASE DON’T! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! DON’T KILL ME! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” Dor-Li stood over him perplex. He quickly looked back to the podium and reasoned, “He didn’t respond!” “This can’t be!” remarked Cosmo C'tever, the Bothan Jedi Master. His hair bristled at this sudden twist of fate. “He’s the one! He must be!” A small, wrinkly green creature leapt effortlessly from the podium to the Dantooine booth. With pointy ears waggling, the Elfin Jedi Master Yassa said, “Hides the truth the dark side does. Yet here the light reveals the darkness it should.” Dor-Li grabbed Vesgevi by his collar hunches and drew him up. He barked in his face, “If you are not the Sith Lord, then who! Who in this chamber! We know the Sith is here, Boud has been only dead a few minutes, murdered by a lightsaber strike!” “I don’t know!” barked Vesgevi, but he was too scared to move; his lack of movement kept his underlings at bay. He looked at Admiral Ulrich and stammered, “I never saw his face! Honest, I never saw him! We only spoke in communication! I was obeying his wishes, following orders! I passed it on to my assistant! Who of my people spoke to you of dark tidings!” “Assistant?” Ulrich eyed the booth of Dantooine and he saw no one familiar to him. “Renvarient, explain it to them! Where are you damn it!” The slow, methodical clapping from one of the lower booths drew the attention of the Jedi Knights and the other Senators. None who had dealings with the Sith Lord directly had ever seen his face; his voice never registered with them in outside dealings. Yet the once clumsy and simple Maroki Renvarient clapped with a sarcasm that chilled metal brittle. “And so the magic is revealed, the puppet show is now over,” said Renvarient with cold confidence, with a demeanor that was suddenly much more natural than his previous incarnation. “For years how we had fooled you, and tonight was almost no exception. I can see you no longer have a taste for the play. Ah, but you were simple children to please, for so long. Unfortunately I couldn’t just speak for these…idiots, so I had to tell them what to do, and what to say in order to achieve our desires. In order for ventriloquism to work one must have a dummy.” As he looked around the chamber at all the aghast Senators he had controlled, his blue eyes began to shift, turning bright yellow, bordered by drawn-in blood. “And the dummies around me will speak now whether my lips move or not.” __________________________________________________ TBC -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Delight Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/8/08 7:48am Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/7)
	Thanks for the bios, Casper. Much appreciated. I have a bad feeling about Maroki Renvarient... Will he live? Good post! -----signature----- Hate (ESB AU Vader one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30035853/ Enough (AU Obidala one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30009444/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/8/08 9:20pm Subject: Prologue One: The Recall
	No Problemo, Delight: Sometimes I wonder if I need to start a Wiki page because even I at this point have to go through a lot of chapters because I don't quite remember stuff. Then again, Wikipedia.....it causes cancer. ------------------------------------------------------------ “Stay where you are, Darth Kravous,” said Master De’leu to Renvarient, slowly dropping his Jedi robe in the process of facing the unassuming man in combat. The other Jedi Knights either dropped their robes or just took out their weapons. The tension in the chamber escalated; Senators were wondering if their Jedi bailiffs at the exits were going to let them out before chaos made its inevitable appearance. It was very apparent to them as well that Kravous was not going to save them either. “Stay? Stay? Oh Master Jedi.” Lord Kravous pulled from his Renvarient clothing a scripture capsule used by the assistants of the Senators to transport private papers. He thumbed the diode on it, and a very real red light grew long from its minor form. “You offer me no incentive to stay!” The Jedi Council began to move in different directions almost as one. Darth Kravous made a sweeping motion with his weapon from left to right; the booths, with Senators in them and their assistants, flew towards the central pillar. The Jedi had to take different approaches, and to the Dark Lord’s unhappiness none of his foes stopped to save the people falling to their doom. The Jedi covering the exits did not even make a move. There was going to be no escape for the Sith this time! Darth Kravous leapt immediately towards the podium as the Jedi were just a second away from getting him; Yassa missed killing him on the pass. Bravous landed and cut Senator Cavalo’s screaming head off of her body, and then tried to lower the podium to escape through the Chancellor’s office. The terminal was locked. The Jedi Master Velduth cut his descent angle to engage Kravous quickly. Kravous snapped his hand towards him, hitting Velduth with Force Lightening and used the act to toss him at the approaching Dor-Li Nimh. Nimh moved his weapon quickly to avoid slicing Velduth in half. Kravous leapt towards Senator Talvackia’s booth and reached the desperate Senator after slashing through his support group. With careful swipes he had disrobed the Moorduian. Talvackia tried to attack Kravous, but the Dark Lord was too fast, and his festering young under his skin slowed him. Yassa was leaping quickly with two other Jedi Council members right behind him. Just before the trio landed Kravous violently lanced Talvackia’s right arm with one slash, sending gestating Moorduian at the approaching Jedi, covering their chosen landing site with greenish goop and unborn life. Lord Kravous cut into a bellowing Talvackia repeatedly, and then used the dark side to throw the young at the approaching Jedi like throwing knives. The display of horrific violence caught the Jedi unaware and drew sinister laughter from Kravous’ throat. Master De’leu ran the foul gauntlet and managed to reach the booth. Kravous engaged De’leu immediately, trading short swings. It was apparent they were equal in skill, both relying on a half guard style that banked on one’s failure to over-extend themselves. Talvackia was cast aside by Kravous to limit his errors; Talvackia was dying, and in his shock attempting to put his children back in him. Locking blades and stares momentarily, De’leu cursed at Kravous, “The dark side is lost! The terrorism of the Sith dies here, my Lord!” De’leu moved Kravous easily with his lightsaber pushing against his foe’s weapon. He would not admit it, but Kravous could feel his strength in the Force waning too quickly. “You can feel it in the Force! It’s over!” “I only feel your stinking breath upon my NOSTRILS!” Kravous backed De’leu quickly and jabbed. To De’leu’s surprise the Dark Lord’s blade found his chest. “Now SPIT YOUR LAST BREATHE AT THEE!” “NO!” Dor-Li Nimh bounded across two booths instead of the four that would have been necessary to use to get to Moorduian booth. He was forcing the issue powerfully against Kravous; so much so the following Jedi only stopped and surrounded the tight fight that had become very one sided. Kravous had underestimated his foes and overestimated his own strength. There was nothing for him in the Universal Force, he of the weakened kind of Sith; part of the growing problem amongst those who had followed the Dark Side. Like money only so much could exist no matter how deep the pocket, and indeed that was the Sith Order of this age. The inevitable that took nearly five thousands years too long to occur had come to pass: the greed of power had consumed the Sith, and so many had perished under the weight of their malice. The massive loss of so many on Korriban had radically altered the balance of the Force; Kravous was blinded more by the light in the Jedi around him than by his own overzealous ambition. Any other time he would have been more of a threat; he would have also been better trained, not rushed to war because his own master had been rushed through his dark training. There had been power struggles within the Sith over the years, to which prolonged the chaos unnecessarily for them even as it gave them strength. The Sith had abused the drug of war, and the overdose had severely weakened them. Dor-Li had fought too many battles himself, showing in his ability to dominate a lesser foe. He was taken by righteousness, for the Sith Lord had stabbed him for the last time. De’Leu had been his master. A man he had loved as a father was slain by an Enemy that would not accept reality. The Enemy deserved nothing. Dor-Li drew to Darth Kravous’ left side to turn him. Kravous tried to leave but was expectantly confronted by Admiral Ulrich. The Sith Lord turned and gave Dor-Li a heavy barrage of parries. But Dor-Li blocked them all and struck the Sith with a good foot to the bad chest. Kravous stumbled back and hissed, “You truly think I am through!” In the mid-sentence lone Sith and all Jedi realized a truth that brought out their respective responses of shock. The Sith’s power waned to nothing, diminished to a nothingness, as so many Jedi drew closer all around him. They were not very close, but their light within them burned brightly, vanquishing all power of the shadows. “How can this be?” Kravous looked at them all and in a great curse he demanded, “HOW CAN THIS BE!” Raising weapon, Dor-Li said triumphantly, “The truth is a revealer, Lord Kravous! The Sith are finished! Irony, is it not? For in this place you found a salvation and now it will be your epitaph of the failure of tyranny!” Such a truth was too much to bare for Kravous. Never mind the Sith, for he had known power of his own for so long, for far too long. No one could find a reason to live after such was given, and then taken away. Kravous reached deep inside of himself and raised his weapon at ready. He did not move. He proclaimed, “Curse this place! May it be the Republic’s downfall!” A coward, Kravous flicked the blade quickly and drove it deep into his own chest. The Jedi took precautions, Dor-Li assuming something far more destructive than the blade of a lightsaber blowing up a heart. Instead, the Minor Sith only crumpled to his knees and fell upon the deck of the booth. There was no more light in his eyes, just as his lightsaber extinguished. _____________________________________________ TBC -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Delight Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/9/08 6:11am Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/9) - Date Edited: 11/9/08 6:11am (1 edits total) Edited By: Delight
	There are two kinds of light--the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures. -- John Thurber An apt quote, I think, for our minor sith lord facing the end of his days, or rather, seconds. Good stuff. Will we see more of Dor-Li? And Wikipedia and ... cancer? It can't be! -----signature----- Hate (ESB AU Vader one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30035853/ Enough (AU Obidala one-shot) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30009444/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/9/08 5:06pm Subject: RE: The Sith Hunters (Vol. IV of The Gessa Saga - Update 11/9)
	I couldn't say it better, Delight. Thanks for the quote! It was another illustration of the weakness of the Dark Side as the galaxy entered the Age of Light that would last for a thousand years, Gessa Saga time. GESSAHOLIC'S NOTE The 'death of Korriban and Sith' event was mentioned very little first in 'Nothing Else Matters', but given a bit more clarity in The Fading Light, Chapter 2.0. Prior to the chapter's introduction of Nebula Nimh Ryder (Mother of Fawni and Faradi Nimh(Darth Rune), Grandmother of Naressa Rapier, and Great Grandmother of Juna Rapier), the chapter describes Korriban and how it became the dead world it was at the time. Here is the crucial passage: During a time after the Sith rose to prominence and formed the Sith Order religion and proceeded to seek out revenge against those who had chased them away eons ago, the many Sith warriors, wizards, witches and the like began to let the very power they wanted to use to dictate their actions and fulfill their need to be greatest of all the Sith get to them. In a horrific clan war, magician Amu Caru was destroyed by his own magic when he was unable to complete a spell incantation fast enough as required to vaporize his greatest enemy Lord Darth Tudan. The energies erupted, taking Caru, Tudan, and thousands upon thousands of others in a death sweep. Ever since that day of death many a final outcome came from it, one of which was for many years Korriban being an almost dead, unable to grow anything world . Just as the Republic and the Jedi had trouble ending the war on many occasions, so did the Sith. Finally, with so many Sith dead, the balance of Light and Dark in the Force tilted violently to the Light, weakening the strongest of Sith and making the weakest Sith powerless; the purer blood of Darth Bane and Luna Mystery kept them both strong during such a 'terrible' time for the Sith. But as Dor-Li Nimh (Darth Nefarious, the Great Father) would point out to Darth Sidious at the end of 'The Sith Maiden' such a imbalance in the Force is destined to be horribly, but necessary, corrected. --------------- MORE STORY SOON! FORWARD! -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/10/08 9:27am Subject: Prologue One: The Recall
	There was some movement but barely from the lungs of those not Jedi, those who were allies of the Sith. A pause after the death of Darth Kravous was followed by Admiral Ulrich leaping back to the center podium. The leap was very Jedi like, beyond the normal capabilities of his old legs. No one was impressed; not the Jedi who were used to such things; not the Senator Traitors that were deeply terrified. “The War of the Sith is over,” declared Admiral Ulrich, making it so whether it was official or not. He was correct: it was over. “The Enemy runs from the ever growing light of justice that shines upon it, and the traitors of the galaxy are all right here. Not all of them, but the most important of them all, for you all know so much.” Becoming more straight backed, Admiral Ulrich said, “This will be said only once, and for your sakes you will agree to it. Though the Jedi don’t believe in capital punishment I, Admiral Hetfield Ulrich, a man of high military standing have no qualms dragging all of your heads across this galaxy! Treason is an unforgivable offense; treason for political gain is far worse. “Therefore, I am assuming the role of leader of the Republic at this moment, and I order you all here to confess all of your crimes against the people! These will be public confessions! You will not hide behind your spin doctors! You will give us all that you know about the Sith you obeyed and those you know of that are still out there! You will resign in disgrace, ladies and gentlemen!” Admiral Ulrich looked amongst around at the stunned Senators and added, “If you fail to comply, you will die. There will be no judge, no jury to decide guilt. Only executioners.” He then added, “Oh, and there is no negotiations here. I will be coming to you, one at a time, and the answer better be ‘yes, I will comply’.” Looking towards Dor-Li Nimh, Ulrich said, “This will be my last act as Admiral of the Fleet, Master Nimh. Forgive me, I must do my duty.” Dor-Li only shrugged his shoulders and said, “Do what you must if you believe it serves the Republic best. I may not approve, but then again it isn’t in my authority to disapprove it either. The Jedi Order must regroup and notify the rest of the Senate of these turn of events.” From across the way, Senator Bartello Vesgevi discovered he had a voice. He barked in defiance, “Treason! I’m treasonous! The other Senators will not accept our coerced confessions! They will not accept the military’s command of the situation! You will hang, Ulrich, I will see to it.” Easily Ulrich hopped from one booth to the next until he was in the Dantooine booth. Vesgevi shied back as Ulrich removed his service blaster and pointed it at him. The Admiral asked him, “So…your answer is no, you won’t comply.” He began to squeeze the trigger with no doubt in his eyes at all…. “NO! I MEAN, YES I WILL COMPLY! DON’T SHOOT!” Vesgevi realized he was not immortal; he no longer had the favor of the Sith, and soon he no longer had the favor of the Senate. He and the others like him in the chamber were through. The lives they had known were over, but unlike Darth Kravous they ironically lacked the coward’s courage to die. Again Vesgevi measured Ulrich’s serious eyes and very tense right trigger finger. The Admiral of the Fleet could not be more serious unless he went through with the very real threat. Vesgevi said, “I….I’ll tell you everything. But…what do I get in return?” “You live,” said Ulrich loud enough. He looked over his shoulder at the podium, and there Yassa keyed a button and left. In all the booths the audio/video systems came online. The new Senate House was state of the art, including the feature of using a holographic system to transmit debate here and abroad; it also recorded, which made it less easier for others to conveniently confuse the voice as someone other than the original person speaking. The new system for recording and documentation was Vesgevi’s idea. How he scolded his own ideas now. ___________________________________________________ TBC -----signature----- The Sith Hunters http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29378838/p1 ------ Download the first three volumes of the Gessa Saga on ZIP! http://thegessasaga.tripod.com/
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Casper_Knightshade Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/12/08 12:28pm Subject: The End of Prologue One
	The process drew out for considerable amount of time, lasting well into the next morning; the remaining, innocent Senators had to begin their closed door session in the old Parliament Rotunda. The Jedi Order had long since organized itself, and it’s appointed Senior Jedi Master of the Council Dor-Li Nimh spoke to the Senate, detailing what had occurred. Dor-Li assured them that they and the military had no desire to run the Republic as he gave them the names of all involved with the Sith. The list was updated in real time the longer Ulrich pressed the issue in the Senate House. To no surprise to Dor-Li, but to the shock of the other Senators, forty more Senators were added to the conspiracy list. The Jedi had long figured there were more players than just the Senators they did know about. Admiral Ulrich’s presence was more than enough to illicit so much more. Hours would pass and he was tireless as the arrested waiver with the lack of rest. Through their confessions so much was revealed. Along with the forty other Senators involved four of the six Supreme Justices of the High Court were identified, leaders of seventy-nine worlds, hundreds of smaller government representatives and judges, numerous public and private individuals, and incalculable numbers of methods and means for the Sith to operate within the Republic. If information was a traded mineral Ulrich struck the mother lode. Still, some of these revelations were shocking. Senator Cecl Bedia, of all people and from Alderaan of all places, stored currencies for the Sith to access, right from the royal bank. Given what the Sith had done to the Sullustans, Senator Quazo Qwe’s alliance with them would give his people and the rest in the Senate a cold shudder. Senator Bobo had lost his mother and brother and many friends in an assassin’s attack that had been Sith coordinated; he confessed to giving the Sith Lords the security route, hence he was a significant part of that conspiracy. It was a good day for the good guys. Not once did Admiral Ulrich have to threaten anyone again, and not once did he have to kill those that were his prisoners. The Senate did not have a debate on what to do: they kicked their fellow peers out of the Senate; each measure individually crafted and baring the name of each one involved with the Sith. To the chagrin to many, there were too many involved with the Sith that lost only their power; they were free, and to many that was a fine gift. It was old favors to old friends, but even they knew their old friends were finished at their respected homes. Late in the time of confessions, no closer to the end, Admiral Ulrich gave the remaining Senators a little respite to conference with his Jedi Master. Dor-Li Nimh awaited him in the Supreme Chancellor’s office; the newly appointed leader of the Republic, Conrado Pongwel, was not to occupy his new space until Ulrich was finished. “All goes well on my part,” said Ulrich to Dor-Li. “You’re the head of the Order now, Master?” “I am, and recognized as such by the Senate,” assured Dor-Li with a small smile. “I did not seek this Hetfield.” “But it is a burden you will accept,” said the Admiral. “I speak from experience, Master. I was given command long before I thought I was ready. It isn’t easy, but I have confidence in you.” Dor-Li nodded in appreciation, but the sigh left his mouth nonetheless. “What we did was very aggressive.” “Necessary,” said Hetfield. “Master De'leu would not have done it without evidence. We had it, Dor-Li, and we had to act. The democratic process had long ago been circumvented. If we had used it as it stood now, Darth Kravous would still be consulting Supreme Chancellor Bartello Vesgevi.” Hetfield Ulrich put an elder hand on his younger Master’s shoulder. “You defeat your enemies absolutely, Master. When they are weak, you finish what they had started. Just as there is a light side and a dark side to the Force, there must be winners and losers in life. I for one prefer to be a winner.” “You will always continue to think like a military man, Hetfield,” smirked Dor-Li. “Because I am selfish when it comes to my very own life, Master,” spoke Hetfield with certainty. “I am even more so when it comes to the billions upon billions of lives I have taken an oath to protect. I can’t save the innocent when I can’t save myself. I told you, when I became your Padawan, I will do as you ask, but I won’t change.” Hetfield’s smiled failed with a growing reality. “The Sith won’t change either. How many people, hell whole civilizations, have died because they complied with the wishes of the dark lords in the past five thousand years?” “Far too many,” was Dor-Li’s quiet response. And they had just come from another planet with its people becoming extinct. “Yet the galaxy does not care.” “It will when it shows how serious the Republic government is in correcting it. The Senate, what’s left of it, is afraid of looking weak and failed. Like in the past, they won’t move unless someone un-elected takes the lead.” Hetfield waited for Dor-Li to look at him. “This is the time to seize their attention. They want sinners, Dor-Li, not saints.” It had been something De’leu had wrestled with before recently, and he never had the chance to express it to the rest of the Council. Dor-Li in his heart did not like how this would be, but in his mind he saw no alternative. The Sith would not cower for long; their dark reach still infiltrated what was once thought unreachable. It had to stop, it must stop. “Perhaps you’re right about sinners, my Apprentice,” said Dor-Li contemplatively. “I do fear the road this may lead us on.” “With no other road to take, how do you reach the town peace?” was Admiral Ulrich’s last words before he had to return to the confessions. The dangers were all around them as the Golden Age of the Jedi had officially begun. It was nothing new, save that in the end it would be the players of this age that would make the road they sought, but alas the results were not the peace they had expected. After a time Dor-Li Nimh would understand this, and his part in the Age of Darkness that would befall the Republic began on this, the brightest of the galaxy’s long days. __________________________________________ THE END OF PROLOGUE ONE Up Next......... 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