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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 11/29/08 10:56pm Subject: Journeyman Knights - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 9/30/09 - Date Edited: 9/30 9:55am (20 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	This is my first attempt at writing in a forum such as this. The story is something that has been evolving and rattling around in my brain for the last ten years or so. Hopefully ya'll will enjoy it. Title: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution Author: CPL_Macja Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Angst Characters: Original Characters and other familiar faces. Summary: A story of a two young men and their separate journeys in a galaxy far, far away. Timeframe: Pre-ANH Disclaimer: This is George Lucas's Universe... I'm just playing in it. Chapter One So don’t just dream about applying for the Academy, make it come true! You can find a career in Space Exploration, Starfleet, or Merchant Service. If you have the right stuff to take on the Universe, dispatch your application and join the ranks of the Proud! -Advertisement from an Imperial Space Academy Recruitment tape 4 BBY; Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-1300 Stock Light Freighter Trader’s Dream, in orbit above Corellia The small YT-1300 freighter, the Trader's Dream, had just left orbit of the planet Corellia, the center of trade in the Corellian Sector. Its owners Jorum and Nalaandur Alchi are at the controls with their 18 year old son, Sch’jo, sitting behind them waiting what has become, to him, a normal everyday routine of jumping from one system to another. For as long as he can remember, hyperspace travel has always been apart of his life. Going from their home on Corellia to where ever their cargo needs to go is what his life has consisted of. As a small child his parents used to just leave him on Corellia with his grandparents or with a friend while they went off to where ever it was they needed to go. But as he grew older and his piloting skills and knowledge of space travel grew greater, his parents started to take him with them on their runs. They never have taken him with them to meet their buyers, so whenever they reach their port of call, he would stay back on the Trader’s Dream and check or work on the hyperdrive or some other operating system. He always felt that if he could just squeeze another parsec out of the engines that his parents would be able to spend a little bit more time with him; so that they could have what other families call a normal life. But all it has gotten them is more jobs. So he has decided to fine tune his piloting and mechanic skills so that one day he could get his own ship and jump off planet to where ever the solar winds blew him. Right now though, he was stuck in the passenger seat of his parents pride and joy. Some how though this trip feels like it is going to be different. As he sat there he allowed his mind to wonder to what he was hoping to one day be, a member of one of the rebel forces. On long journeys, Sch’jo would sit back quietly and listen to his parents discuss the hazards of being traders under the rules of the Galactic Empire. Since the beginning of intergalactic trade there have been pirates and government regulations, but since the Emperor took control the voice of the people has been quieted in the Senate and the Imperial Navy has become no better then the pirates that they are supposed to be protecting the traders from. All this combined with his internal belief that people should have a say in their government has driven him with the desire to join one of the groups of rebels that had formed to stand up against the Emperor. All he has ever known is a galaxy under the control of the Empire. It has been eighteen years since the end of the Clone Wars and all of the Jedi had been hunted down as enemies of the Empire. "Sch’jo.” his father said, bringing him out of his day dream of fighting the evil Empire with the rebel factions spread out amongst the stars. "Yes, father?” he says unenthusiastically. He probably wants me to check the computer to see if there is possibly a faster way to get where ever we are going. Possibly he might what me to tend to the family R6 droid, wait Piper was back on planet, so it’s probably some other mundane job. It would be some much easier to do those jobs if I were a Jedi. "Why don't you come up here and take the controls", his father says with a smile. What is this?!? My father wants me to pilot the Dream? No I must have misunderstood him. "What?” Sch’jo said shaking his head as if to knock the cobwebs loose in his mind. "I want you to take the controls for this run. It is about time that you learn the tricks of the trade. You know that your mother and I can't do this the rest of our lives, and we would like to see the family business live on beyond us. You have helped us out greatly by fixing and refitting the engines several times, and manning the gun turrets to fend off pirates. You have patiently sat behind us and with the ship all these years. Now your mother and I feel it is time that you take the reigns. Do you think you can do it?" Excitedly Sch’jo answers, "Yes! I can do it.", wide eyed in amazement. Looking at his father as his expression turns from a smile to a look of discontentment. "Oh, I mean yes sir I think I can handle it", Sch’jo corrected himself sheepishly. "That's better.” His father says as the smile returns to his face. He had instilled in his son a sense of respect for authority and he expected him to show it. His mother got up from her seat and his father moved over in to her empty seat. Sch’jo immediately moved into the pilot's seat and looked over the controls with amazement. He had sat in the pilot’s seat several times before, but never when the ship was running, let alone when it was in orbit. Now he was about to take his first jump out of system. "You know what to do first right?” his father asked, "If you need help all you have to do is ask." Of course he knew what to do; he had watched his father go through jumps since he was 13. "Yes sir and yes sir." First he needed permission to leave the system from the nearest platform then, he would check the navicomputer to make sure the coordinates were set, and then all he had to do is pull the hyperspace lever and they would be on their way. "Platform 463C, this is the YT-1300 freighter Trader's Dream, requesting permission to leave the system." "Trader's Dream what is your cargo and destination?” the platform operator responded. Sch’jo looked at his father, he did not have any clue what they were carrying or where they were going. "We have engine parts en route to Tatooine.” his father answered the operator. Sch’jo could feel the embarrassment creeping into his face, how could he have forgotten to find out the simplest, but most important, bits of information. “Don’t worry about it son, you did excellent” Nalaandur said reassuringly. "Trader’s Dream, you are cleared to leave the system. Good luck and fast travels." "Thank you 463C. Good day." Sch’jo checked the coordinates, reached for the hyperspace controls. This trip certainly will be different. He pulled back the controls and in a blink of an eye they were on there way. 500 Republica, Imperial Center, Coruscant For as long as he could remember Voy Velkin had everything he could ever want, a good home, plenty of credits, air speeders, friends, life on Coruscant, and a loving family. But with all that he lacked one thing in his life, adventure. Being the son of two of the wealthiest business owners in the galaxy does not lend itself to a very eventful life. Everyday, of the 18 years of his life, was pretty much planned for him. He either spent his time learning the tricks of the trade, or he would sneak away to his best friend's home and they would either test their piloting skills on the latest flight simulator, or throw on their "slum" clothes and sneak to the lower levels of the city and gamble what they pretended to be their last credits away on cheap alcohol and sabacc. Today was one of those days for slumming it. He had awakened to discover that his parents had already left for the day. After a brief shower, he looked in the mirror and saw his then raged looking face. He hadn't shaved in two day, much to the dismay of his mother Otta, and his blonde hair was some what of a logical mess, something his father Lark would have killed him for. "You should always look your best,” they always tell him. After throwing his clothes on to his muscular frame, he step out of his room door, and found the family's bronze protocol droid, 2CP9, standing there. "CP, what do you want?" he asked. "Your mother wanted me to make sure that you do your studies. And where do you think you are going looking like that?” the droid said matter-of-factly. "Well mom is not here so I am not going to do my studies, besides I finished it all late last night. And to answer your other question I am going out for a few hours." Everyday is the same old thing, whether it was his parents or CP, someone was always badgering him. Voy felt like his brain was too big for his skull and he looked like it too, "Were you not able to sleep again last night, sir?" CP inquired. "No not really, and that is why my studies and my chores are done for today. Now if you would please get out of my way, before I have to deactivate you.” he threatened. The droid complied and moved to one side. Voy walked out the door and started for the stairs. He hadn’t slept in two weeks, for some reason every time he would close his eyes he would be bombarded with horrifying images. "Sir?” he heard from behind him. He stopped and turned towards the droid, "Would you really have deactivated me?" CP asked with a slight concern in his voice. "I guess we really will not know now will we.” he snidely responded as he headed off downstairs. "I really don't understand humans sometimes..." CP continued to mumble something else but Voy was not interested in hearing it. Voy hopped in the turbolift, entered in his private code on the key pad, and leaned back against the wall as the doors closed. The turbolift car and tube were completely constructed out of transparasteel giving him a picturesque view of Imperial Center. After stepping into the family’s private landing bay Voy thought to himself, "The nice newer speeder, or the old junker? Hmmm? The junker." He hopped into the beat up old thing, switched on the repulsorlifts and head out the door. Maik's, his best friend or as his friends called him Digger, high rise apartment was not to far from his front door. But seeing as most of Coruscant is high rise buildings, walking was not exactly an option. The reason people called him Digger, was because his sir name was Goldam, and he was handy with tools. As a matter of fact the "junker" that Voy was piloting was not exactly pulled out of the junk heap yesterday. It actually ran better and had better features then his parents "nice looking" speeder did, all Digger’s work. It was specially designed for them to go down to the Entertainment Districts and gamble with, it gave them the appearance as easy pickings. "Hey! Digger! You ready yet?!?” Voy shouted into his comm link. "Ready for what, Sparkie?” Maik teased. "To go gamble, you laser brain. And by the way call me Sparkie again and I will rip your arms out of their sockets like a deranged Wookie.” Voy retorted. “Hey sorry, Nails, I forgot how you take offence to that name.” he laughed. Voy is often teased with the name Sparkie because one time he tried to impress a female by showing her that he knew how to fix a speeder, when he really didn't have the slightest clue as to what he was doing. So while he was under the hood he accidentally grabbed a hot line to the main power source and nearly electrocuted himself to death. Everyone said that his hair was standing on end and sparks jumped between his teeth when he talked. So ever since then whenever they have wanted to tease him they called him Sparkie. His other name, Nails, came when they were playing the most recent simulator campaign release and every round Voy won. Not only did he win and complete his objectives, but he discovered all of the secrets in the game. They all said that he "nailed" the game, "nailed" them, and flew "tough as nails". Since then no one but Digger will face him in a simulator. Also his temper is shorter then a ewok on his knees. He lost his temper at CP once and nearly threw him through the wall. Now they call him Nails to keep him calm and so that he does not rip their heads off. A few minutes later Digger was meeting him on the platform. Maik is 19; he looks like your average everyday young adult except on his clean shaven face he has a scar running the length of his right cheek. He had a mishap during one of his wrestling matches with Voy. Voy lost his temper and struck Maik with his fist. It happens that Voy wears a rather large and expensive ring on his right hand. When he hit Maik, it left a rather sizable gash in his face and he has been scared ever since. Other then the obvious mark, Maik is about 2 meters tall, average build, with brown hair that he always keeps cut close to his scalp so that he looks clean cut to his parents. He is not considered as attractive as Voy is, but his thinking is, why should I have to be handsome, the only thing that will see me is the underside of a ship. "So where are we going today?” Digger asked well knowing what the answer was going to be. "Where else, Ma-Thay's Place you alien loving moron.” Voy said abruptly. He knew well enough that Maik was strictly devoted to the Empire's New Order in which aliens were not loved at all and Maik especially hated them since his older brother, Lynx, was killed by a Rodian who thought he was in debt to the Hutts. He found out that his name was Greedo, a not to smart bounty hunter, nor was he any good at his job as his mistake showed. However the bounty hunter that he hired hasn't had any luck tracking down that green slime-ball anywhere. He hopes that one day he finds him himself so he can avenge his brother and keep his money. "Why do we always go there? Don't you what to get off this metal covered rock and go somewhere different? Have some real adventures?" "What in the galaxy would you want to leave this beautiful planet for?” Voy says sarcastically, "We have everything here: money, speeders, the Seat of the Empire, and freedom." "You call this freedom? Living at home doing what our parents tells us to do, following the life that they have planned out for us. Yeah that's freedom alright. Come on like you said we have money, you can fly, I can navigate, let go buy a nice space yacht and head out into the stars. Find a new place to gamble, and new people to scam. I hear that there is a cantina on Tatooine that makes Ma-Thay's Place look like a dump." "That doesn't take much, because it is a dump.” Voy snorts. "You know what I mean. Hell lets not buy a ship, let con some one out of one, charter one, or even offer our services to a smuggler. We're pretty good in a fight, at least you are", thinking about the scare on his cheek. "I don't know Digger. I kind of like our nice content life here. You know my folks are not going to run the business forever, and I would hate to see somebody outside of the family take it over. But on the other hand, I would like to see the rest of the galaxy, especially the Outer Rim Territories. Or I would even love to join the fight against the meddling rebellion. But most of all, I would love to know what this ring meant." Voy has had that ring for as long as he could remember. Originally he wore it as a necklace until his hand was big enough to wear it. Oddly it fit his finger perfectly, as if it was made just for him. He asked his folk about it, but they said they didn't know anything about it. It was given to them as a gift to give to him on his first birthday, but there was nothing to identify who the giver was. It was a thick, silver ring with a large violet stone in the center. The band has a weird writing on the inside of it. The words aren't basic nor any of the 6 million forms of communication that CP is programmed to know. "Well then that settles it. Starting today we are in search of an adequate ship for us, and then we are going to find out what that ring means." Maik says with a smile. "This is crazy; how are we going to tell our parents? What about the academy? You were going to join the next term, join in the fight against instability in the galaxy." Voy said kind of warily. He knew of the small, insignificant rebellions being lead by some of the remaining sepertists, and how Maik wanted to join the Imperial Navy to help rid the Empire of these pathetic uprisings. Maik’s entire room was covered in recruitment propaganda and posters including his prized Imperial Recruitment collection. They were a series of beautiful, scantily-clad human women in various military scenes with slogans urging citizens to enlist in the Imperial Armed Forces. "Oh the Academy can wait a couple of years, you have been waiting your whole life to find out what that ring means. Besides the rebels are going to be crushed soon enough, with or with out me in the Navy. So what do you say?" Voy hesitates a little, what the hell; a little adventure never killed anyone, "Let’s do it. Of course you know that we still have to go to Ma-Thay's Place and scam someone out of their ship." "That's what we do best you know. Let's go. Of course if we’re going to get a decent ship that will be able to reliably get us out of system we’ll have to go somewhere more reputable. I think we should go to the Outlander Club, I hear they have great sabaac tables there and good looking women." Maik jumped into the speeder and off they went, heading for the second city, to the cultural center of the universe, the entertainment district of the largest and wealthiest city in the galaxy. -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 12/14/08 10:46pm Subject: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter 2 "Service! Fealty! Fidelity!" - Date Edited: 12/30/08 9:54am (2 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	Here is installment #2 Chapter Two Service! Fealty! Fidelity! -Imperial Naval Academy Motto Trader’s Dream, En route to Tatooine from Corellia I still can't believe it. Dad actually let me take a jump out of system. And I was the one that was in the pilot's seat. I wonder why we are going to some backwater planet out here in the Outer Rim. What could my parent's possibly be hauling out here that could be worth anything? Sch’jo then realized that he was daydreaming again; his father had sent him back to the main computer to make sure that the refitted engines were running at peak performance. There he was sitting in a maintenance hatch, holding a hydro spanner and staring at a wall full of wires and circuits doing absolutely nothing at all. Then he remembered that he had finished with his diagnostic and should probably get back up the cockpit. I wonder if they will take me along to meet the buyer, or will they stick me back here to guard the ship as usual? He thought as he walked back to were his parents were. "Are the engines ok?” his father asked. "Yes sir, they are running at 110% efficiency.” Sch’jo answered with pride. "You never cease to amaze me" his mother said with pride. "Father, if you don't mind me asking why are we going to Tatooine? I mean what could we possibly be bring out there that these measly little moisture farmers need?” Sch’jo inquired youthfully. "Well son, I really can't tell you. But what I can tell you is that Tatooine really needs our support. It, like the rest of the known galaxy, is under the rule of the iron fisted Empire and even small time traders like us can help out." With that their family discussion was over, not because Pa Alchi said so, but because their ship was suddenly pulled out of hyperspace. All three of them looked out the front view port and noticed that there wasn't a planet in sight. "What now?!?” Jorum frustratingly exclaims. "Father! Look! Uglies!" Sch’jo had seen these types of ships before, but only in holonet films. They were fighters that were pieced together but low budget pirates that couldn't afford to buy whole ones. Typically they were X-wing or TIE fighter bodies with the other ships wings. These were some what of a unique design; they had the fuselage of an X-Wing, but the solar panels of a TIE-Interceptor. The X/Ins had dropped out of the hanger of a near by Interdictor class Star Destroyer. But like the Uglies this Destroyer was not what you would expect of an Imperial ship. They obviously collected it after a battle and repaired it themselves. The haul was made up of mismatched pieces of other capital ships. "Shields!!!" Jorum commanded, "Sch’jo head for the turrets! Nalaandur you pilot! We’ll take care of this!" Sch’jo and his father raced towards the ladders that lead to the gun turrets. They reached their respective posts and put on their headset. Sch’jo powered up his gun and was set to do battle. "I'm set Dad." "Good. Nalaandur head for the edge of the gravity well and jump out of here we’ll keep the Uglies occupied until we reach our jump point." "Gotcha Dear.", His wife replied. Six fighters had already poured out of the belly of the capital ship and were heading straight for their freighter. "Remember son, these fighters might be shielded so it will take a few shots to take them down. But they won't have the maneuverability of either an X-wing or a TIE.” his father warned. "Understood." This wasn't Sch’jo's first space fight, but usually they were up against Z-95 Headhunters or even less advanced ships then that. With that two of the fighters strafed the underside of the ship with fire and Sch’jo welcomed them with his own shots. The quad lasers blazed to life with each and every pull of the triggers. He landed most of his shots and sent one of the aggressors hurling off into space missing one of its solar panels and his partner went up in a brilliant fireball. "Dad, they don't have shields, but they are utilizing the Quad lasers of their solar panels.” Sch’jo shouted into his headset. "I see that, I just scratched one of the two that came after me. Watch out they might send reinforcements from the Interdictor.” His father advised. No more then did he finish his sentence when the other two came up from the rear of the freighter and lanced out against Sch’jo's turret. "Rear deflectors are at 20% watch out you two; about 2 minutes until we can jump.” Nalaandur said over the comms. Then the one fighter that Jorum had missed made a pass on the underside of the vessel and blasted away at the belly turret. In a brilliant display of sparks Sch’jo's controls went dead, but not before he got off a shot of his own and blasted that pirate scum out of the stars. "Sch’jo, are you alright?" his parent's said in unison, fearing the worst. Catching his breath, Sch’jo patted himself down to make sure that he was all there. "I'm fine but I’ll have to repair the turret controls”, he said looking over the sparking console. "Don't worry about that now, get up to the cockpit and see if you can't get us out of here!" his father commanded. With that Sch’jo was out of his seat and head up the turret tube, going straight for the cockpit. He hoped into the pilot's seat and looked over the controls. "Ten seconds until lightspeed." He informed his father. With that an alarm signaled that one of the X/Ins that was left must have retained the ability to fire concussion missiles or proton torpedoes from the X-wings fuselage, because it had just locked on to the Dream. The Alchi’s were not going to hang around to find out what the Uglies were packing. "Hold on up there”, Sch’jo called out to his father. With a pull of a lever and in a blink of an eye they were gone, wrapped in the safety of hyperspace’s blue security blanket. The Outlander Club, Uscru Entertainment District, Imperial Center Voy and Maik were sitting out side of the Outlander’s Club in their speeder observing the dredges of Coruscant. All sorts of life forms from across the galaxy were milling around in the Entertainment District of the Imperial Governmental Seat. For now they just sat back and tried to figure out how they were going to get off planet. “So how do you want to play this?” Maik wondered. Voy just continued to sit there and stare at the passing pedestrians. He thought about the several possibilities: there was playing someone in cards and working their way up to a ship wager, there was wagering on the Talussian Nashal River swoop race but that was usually handled by a betting droid and side betting was strongly frowned on, there was also just chartering a flight but they had only a small amount of credits between them so they would have to offer other services, or they could just strong arm someone into giving them their ship. Just as that thought crossed his mind a patrol of Elite Stormtroopers, the Coruscant Guard, walked into the bar, well that eliminated that idea. As much as they wanted to get off the planet they did not want to do it at the expense of their future careers in the Imperial Military. “I really do not know how we’re going to pull this one off” Voy admitted. They had pulled cons off before but nothing of this magnitude. “Come on man, you’re supposed to be the brains of this operation” Maik teased. Voy continued to weigh their options, he noticed Maik becoming antsy. “I guess we should just go in and check out the action inside. What do you say?” Without saying a word Maik hopped out of the speeder and started setting the security protocols. “Why are you doing that? If everything goes to plan then we won’t need it, will we?” Voy wondered aloud. Maik just chuckled at him and finished his routine. “With our luck we would leave it unsecured, loose all our credits gambling and drinking, not get a ship, and come back out to find the speeder stolen. Let’s just say that I am hedging our bets.” Maik was right; they had been on an unlucky streak as of late. Neither one of them had been able to best anyone at the sim-cades lately. Maik had his prized lucky hydrospanner snap in half and Voy was not able to pull some of his normal flying tricks without nearly destroying his speeder. “Whatever let’s just get this over with.” Voy took the lead as they walked into club. It was dimly lit but bright with neon signs and vid screens displaying the last sporting events and races. The main floor was packed with a wide variety of sentients milling around conversing with one another. The air was thick with nic-i-tain and spice smoke; it felt like you could cut it with a vibroknife. Several beautiful females of varying species lounged in the line of sight of anyone coming through the entry way. They obviously were not looking for a “free” escort for the evening. “I think she’s from one of my Recruitment posters!” Maik mumbled while looking right at one with blonde lochs flowing down her back. Voy ignored all of them and tried to act as if all of this was old news to him. He was focused on finding their mark and getting out alive, with all their limbs attached. Maik, on the other hand, seemed to have lost his focus and walked straight up to the bar and ordered himself a drink. Voy started to walk towards the turbolift that gave access to the upper floor of the club when he noticed that he was with out his partner. He wander casually back towards Maik and had the distinct feeling that several pair of eyes were following his movements. Once he was beside Maik again he nonchalantly turned around and surveyed the crowd. About three quarters through his scan his eyes met those of dark haired exotic looking female with a curious hairstyle and a distinct tattoo around her navel. He then noted that two other women were also keeping tabs on them, one with blonde hair and one with auburn hair, both with similar tattoos as the first woman. “Digger, we’re being watched. Don’t look now but they are at marks 3, 11, and 9. We need to keep moving to the sabaac tables and get on with our errand here.” Voy politely informed his friend and moved towards the lift once again. After taking a few sips off his drink Maik turned and followed, making a mental image of the three women watching them. Once in the lift they were able to converse openly about there new interest takers. “Did you recognize that tattoo they had?” Maik asked slightly panicked. “That’s a Zealots mark! They’re part of the Disciples of Psusan!” Voy continued to survey their three observers through the transparasteel tubing of the lift and notice their movement towards where he and Maik had been standing at the bar. “Well in that case don’t look at who they’re talking to now.” Maik turned around and found them now conversing with a long legged and long haired blonde a few steps away from where he had ordered his drink. “Isn’t that the schutta whose landing ramp you wanted to charge up just a second ago?” Voy wondered aloud. “Poodo,” was all that Maik could say. “Stay calm. They might just be bouncers using the reputation of the Disciples to throw people off.” The door to the lift opened and they exited. Maik kept a watchful eye on the women while Voy led them over to the sabaac pit. As they pasted through the mass of spectators that were gathered around each table Voy got an uneasy feeling. It was as if his gut was telling him to keep moving on until he happened across the one table without anyone watching the single player matching wits with the dealer droid. The lone player looked no different then your typical humanoid in their mid-twenties. He was of a slender build with light brown hair. He had a thin pointed goatee and long pointed ears, they gave his face the illusion of be long and thin. He was wearing a tan tunic with matching dark green vest and pants. His vest was adorned with an elaborate golden stitch work. “Mind if we join you?” Voy asked the slender, pointy eared man that was sitting there. “Do you have credits?” was all he asked. Maik leaned into Voy from behind and whispered “Maybe we should keep looking.” No, for some reason I know that this is our mark. I never ignore what my gut is telling me. “Of course we do,” Voy stated as he sat down. “Is your friend going to play or is he just for decoration?” the stranger asked as his grin caused his goatee to skew. “What?!?! We don’t have to put up with this! Nails lets go!” Maik retorted, he turned to walk away but was reeled back when Voy answered, “No, he’ll play and keep his mouth shut. Sit down Digger.” The lanky stranger just laughed to himself, “Digger? Nails? What are you guys, a construction crew or something?” Without missing a beat Voy replied, “No. Our mothers just didn’t like us.” He then slipped his credit chip in the slot on the table in front of his seat and Maik followed suit. “It seems that you know our names, it’s only common courtesy that you share yours now.” He stood to his full 1.8 meter height and extended his hand towards Voy, “Name’s Scath, Scath Foumi. I’m a freighter pilot.” Voy placed his bejeweled hand in Scath’s, “Nice to meet you. So, do you fly a bulk space tub or one of those Corellian jobs?” Scath gave him a sideways grin as he resumed his seat. “That’s an awfully personal question to ask a guy you just met.” Voy could feel Maik beginning to tense up next to him. He began to open his mouth to apologize when Scath answered, “It’s a Corellian YT-2000, even though I don’t have jet fuel for blood. I hail from Telos near the polar icecaps, yourselves?” Voy pondered whether or not he should reveal that they were Coruscanti. The advantage of keeping their rouse of being off-worlders would prevent this Scath from hunting them down later. The only problem was they didn’t think of being asked this question so their natural accents might betray their true origins. Voy decided to split the difference and tell their would be mark that they were born on Kuat but lived on Coruscant, which wasn’t too far from the truth, seeing that Maik’s parents were aid for the senator of Kuat and his parents were Kuati business owners. “Telosian you say, huh? Curious, you look more like a Sephi that spent too much time on Tatooine.” Voy noticed Scath’s pointed ear began to twitch when he said this. As they were conversing, the dealer droid started their first hand automatically debiting their credit chips for their ante. The trio played for about an hour when Scath changed the topic at hand from small talk to business. “So, I know you guys didn’t come here to play little ol’ me in cards. What do you really want from me?” A scent of lilacs tickled both Voy’s and Maik’s nasal passages. Sweat had begun to bead on Maik’s forehead and he nervously glanced over Voy’s shoulder looking for an expedient escape route. Voy on the other hand was cool, calm, and collected. He noticed that Scath had suddenly developed a slight lisp and a nervous twitch. Scath seemed to be constantly tapping the corner of one of his cards and his ears started twitching again. Voy had seen this type of behavior once before when he was watching a sabaac game at Ma-Thay’s. One of the players was using a skifter to change is cards at his choosing as apposed to the randomizer doing it. Needless to say that guy isn’t around anymore to use it any longer. “We were looking to either charter a flight off this metallic rock or hook into a freighter as part of the crew.” Voy intentionally left out their other plan to get a ship through other means. Maik suddenly leaned forward, “Don’t look but our friends from downstairs are heading this way.” This only convinced Voy even more that the “Zealots” were the security staff for the club and that they had finally caught Scath cheating. The four ladies came right to their table. The poster blonde seductively sat down across Maik’s lap, the auburn haired lady began messaging Voy’s shoulders leaning over enough for silky lochs to brush his cheek while the dark haired lady sat at his feet sensuously rubbing his left leg. Meanwhile the other blonde walked right up to Scath and stood with her hands on her voluptuous hips. They had effectively neutralized Voy and Maik without having to be overtly physical with them. “These two don’t look like your type Scath, what are you doing dallying these nice young men,” the standing blonde queried. “Hello Sevie, I see you brought Pedee, Joidu, and Lylte with you.” Nodding to the auburn, black, and blonde haired ladies respectively, who responded with slight waves in turn, “I wonder where Ne’pla and Xo’cre, your two echani chippies are.” Scath was noticeably speaking with a lisp now giving a flirtatious wink to the other two men sitting with him. A chill of abhorrence ran down the spine of Voy as he now realized why Scath had been so friendly with them. To counteract this new feeling Voy placed his hand on the head of Joidu sitting at his feet and began to instinctively pet her soft hair. Maik remained oblivious to everything going on around him with the exception of Lylte sitting on his lap. “So, ladies, is this purely a social visit or is this business related,” Scath pondered aloud. “Sorry but this is business. Vlat’gar is looking for his shipment that you seemed to misplace last week. Are you here to replace it or are you planning on stealing some more product from him.” Sevie was blunt and to the point now, not tiptoeing around any issue. Voy now realized that these lovely ladies were not the security detail, but muscle for some unsavory people. Apparently Scath wasn’t cheating but really was nervous about this chance encounter. “Now honey don’t you think we can discuss this without the children present.” This comment got Voy attention enough that he did not notice Joidu reaching into his ankle holster to remove his micro-stunner that he kept there. She nonchalantly passed it to Sevie who continued the business discussion with the flamboyant freighter pilot. Sevie then quickly hit Scath with the stunner knocking him out onto the sabaac table. As soon as his head hit the table the girls sprung to their feet completely changing their demeanor from soft and lithe to stiff and serious. Sevie tossed the micro-stunner to Joidu. She then reached down and grabbed Scath’s credit chip with one hand and snatched his datapad out of his pocket with the other. Joidu handed the personal weapon back to Voy saying, “I suggest you two follow us outside.” Voy and Maik quietly complied with her suggestion and they gathered around their speeder that was still secured outside of the club. As they exited the entertainment establishment they were joined by two silver-white haired, silver eyed, athletically built women how could pass as sister. “Let me guess, Xo’cre and Ne’pla?” Voy asked. Both just nodded in reply. Once they were outside all the women went separate ways with the exception of the blonde named Sevie. “Thank for allowing us to interrupt your little card game. For your compensation I will lead you to where his little pleasure boat is docked.” Dumbfounded Maik began unlocking the speeder while Voy and Sevie got into the rear seat together. Voy did not fully trust their new partner of convenience even if she got them a ship for free. “Allow me to properly introduce my self. My name is Sevie Storm. Your friend was correct in identifying us as Zealot’s of Psusan. We are in the employ of a gentleman named Vlat’gar who was looking to settle an uncollected debt.” Voy almost missed the fact that she knew what they had been talking about in the turbolift, but he ended up calling her out on that fact. She explained that when Maik had ordered his drink they planted a listening devise on him. That is also how they knew they were looking for a ship. Once they arrived at landing platform B327 they were joined once again by Sevie’s sisters-in-arms. The rest of her crew was offloading cargo containers from the hold of Voy’s “new” ship. Sevie pulled out her data pad along with Scath’s and linked the two together to download specific information from it and then hand Scath’s over to Voy. “You’ll find the security lock out codes, registration signature, and the remaining ships manifest on here. We have only taken what is our rightful payment according to our agreement with Vlat’gar. Take the ship to Mos Eisley on Tatooine and land in Docking Bay 92 using the authorization that is also on there. Vlat’gar’s men will off load their cargo and leave a payment for you in the ships technical computer.” She explained, “Go to the cantina while they offload or they won’t show. I suggest that you follow these instructions to the letter or you might be our next target.” The Zealots finished their off loading, gave them the all clear to enter the ship, and Maik immediately took off for the loading ramp. If there was anything that he loved more then beautiful women, it was a new ship to tinker with. Voy though stayed firmly planted were he stood before. His head was still reeling with all that had happened in the last few hours, when he and Maik set out on this mission he had no idea that in the end they would be running cargo for some character on Tatooine. He extended his hand to Sevie in a gesture of gratitude; as soon as she took hold of it she turned it so that his ring was facing up at her. “You don’t know what that is, do you?” she asked him. “What and you do?” he did not mean to retort as forcefully as he did, but she did not take any offence. “No, but while you are in Mos Eisley I suggest you find a man by the name of Castino I think he can point you in the right direction.” With that Sevie turned and headed back towards Voy and Maik’s old speeder. Voy turned to ask her what she intended on doing with their vehicle but found Joidu standing behind him. Without a word and absolutely no warning she placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. At first Voy just looked at her in wide eyed astonishment, but then closed his eyes and returned the fervent embrace. After what seemed like a lifetime, her soft, supple lip departed from his. She leaned in to speak softly into his ear, “That was for helping us…” she then kissed both sides of this neck and continued speaking in his opposite ear, “…and that was for luck.” All he could do was throw his arms around her in an embrace and take one last whiff of her hair. It smelled like vanilla and he knew that when ever he caught that scent in his nostrils again he would immediately be transported back to this place and time. They parted and went to their respective transports. When Voy got into the main hold of the vessel Maik gave a look like he had a mynock hanging from his nose. He had begun the day thinking of away to have a simple teenaged rebellion against his parents and now was off to find his destiny. CorSec Headquarters, Coronet, Corellia Preal Renn had found himself in an all too familiar location; the waiting area out side of his section chief’s office. He joined the Corellian Security Force ten years ago and still found it hard to adapt to their strict rules of engagement. Somehow this time he had managed to get himself called to Chief Anox’s office without laying a finger on anyone. He had been on an undercover mission for the past few months and found it odd that they would call him in and potentially blow his cover. Cew Anox was only a few years older then Preal and had quickly risen through the ranks of CorSec. They had both become fast friends outside of the “office” but still seemed to butt heads inside the ranks. He had been in top physical condition, but now he spent most of his days behind a desk writing and reading reports, and had become slightly overweight. Cew’s aid looked up from his terminal and told Preal that he could go in now. He walked in and immediately sat down in front of the desk that dominated the majority of the office and put his booted feet up on it. “What’s going on Chief? Am I being pulled off my assignment?” Preal did not care if he just violated several codes of conduct in a matter of a few seconds, he just didn’t want to be there any longer then necessary. “No you’re still on your assignment I just had a few question for you and an amendment to your orders. “ Cew obviously agreed with Preal’s desire to get this break from protocol over with. He closed the door and walked over to his seat behind the desk. As he past Preal’s feet he smacked them off of his desk and wiped the desktop where Preal’s heels had been. “First of all you have not sent in a progress report for six months, why?” If there was one thing that Preal hated more then the strict ROE of CorSec it was all the report writing. He had found it increasingly difficult to report in the further undercover he got on this assignment. “Which would you rather have, a report or a dead officer?” Cew just looked at him, apparently he did not think that it was that cut and dry. “Secondly,” Cew continued, “it is looks like the CEC is working on a secret project for CDF; do you know what that project might be?” Preal knew that there had been rumors of a top secret freighter that was in the works and was fairly confident the chiefs other intelligence avenues had already full briefed him on that. It seems that he was trying to test Preal. “I think it is some kind of new freighter or a modification for an existing YT line. I didn’t know that I was supposed to be spying on CEC or is that the amendment to my orders.” Cew now was getting aggravated by being the one having to answer the questions. “No, the amendment is that you no longer need to report back to us…” a wave of relief rushed over Preal, “…and we have worked out a deal to get you in as a test pilot for this new project. Unfortunately the project will not be completed for at least another three years.” This confused Preal, why would they pull strings to get him on a project that isn’t being completed until three years from now. “I can tell by your face you don’t fully understand right now but after next week you will. Finally you need to take better caution with your personal relationships. You are not being as discreet as you ought to be and that is all I am going to say. I hope you enjoy the rest of your leave.” Cew stood up, walk to the door and opened it. “Remember if you are asked about your whereabouts today you were picked up for violation of the concealed weapons law, but were found falsely accused.” Preal took that as the end of their conversation and hoped that this was the last time he would be leaving this office for a long time. -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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mujapple-juicey Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 12/23/08 6:13am Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT)
	INteresting Good start. I wonder if the ship Voy is seeing is something Preal knows about. MORE -----signature----- Do you like yogurt? Do you? Do you? Padawan to Alley_Skywalker (yay Master!) é è á à í ì ú ù ó ò ç ê â î û ô ñ ã õ ö ü ï ë ä — (copy & paste to your delight ) ... if I reply to a fic, please put me on the PM list So... do you like yogurt?
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 12/24/08 6:05am Subject: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter 3 "Tatooine..." - Date Edited: 12/30/08 9:56am (3 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	Thank you for posting to my story!! I started to get the feeling that no one was reading!!! Now on with the story. (Have a Merry Christmas) Chapter Three Tatooine is a nasty, useless little planet. The only noteworthy things about it are Jabba, and the pilots it produces year after year." -Kardue'sai'Malloc Ubrikkian Trade Tower, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Vlat’gar, the blood red skinned Zeltron and chief executive of Ubrikkian Transports, observed the Falleen dancing girl that was sent to him as payment for an outstanding debt. When he initially set out as the executive in charge of the subsidiary of Kaut Drive Yards, he never would have accepted anything less then hard currency. Fortunately his power base on Tatooine had grown to rival that of the Hutts, or so he thought. He was also far enough away for KDY headquarters to run his operation as he saw fit. Vlat’gar left Zeltros with the ambition to become the wealthiest creature in the galaxy, he never thought that he would ultimately use his position and influence to fund illegal activities. Kaut of Kaut had no idea that one of his “underlings” was secretly dealing weapons, laundering funds through KDY accounts, and finding ways to steal money to fund his own side company. He opulently sat in the reception hall that dominated the top level of the Ubrikkian Trade Towers. His seat of power, gold inlaid and covered in gems from across the galaxy, was on a raised dais in front of an ornately decorated stained glass window. The twin suns of Tatoo I and Tatoo II shown brightly through the transparasteel ceiling, but their heat never penetrated the special coating of the windows. Next to him sat the young and beautiful Baroness Naoth Neich, an Erphae from Vernet. She majestically looked forward not paying any mind to the undulating slave girl on display before them. She too was a slave in Vlat’gar’s court, but her fate was worse then the poor Falleen girl’s. She had been kidnapped from her family and was to be wed to the Zeltron. Standing at the foot of the three stepped platform was Ten-Shen, the Kerkoiden enforcer for Vlat’gar. He also acted as the baroness’ “bodyguard” when ever she went into the city. He was more of a captor then a protector, keeping her from escaping. Fortunately Vlat’gar’s other security guards were not as vigilant as Ten-Shen, Naoth had been able to assist some of the other concubines in fleeing the system through her connections on her home world of Vernet. She was an exile from her home world. Her father was the younger brother of the king and her older cousin was Princess Lourdes who had a similar experience nearly 27 years earlier. Naoth’s uncle, the king, had been killed under mysterious circumstances. The popular belief amongst the royal family was that her other uncle, the Duke of Doryloh, was behind the king’s death. Fearing that his family would be targeted next, the Baron of Notrevlis, Minwi sent Naoth, his daughter, to Telos under the protection of Scath Foumi, a fellow Erphae and protector of the royal family. On the day that they made their escape from Vernet her father died under mysterious circumstances. Naoth, being the only surviving relative of Minwi, took the title of Baroness and attempted to go into exile. She planned on returning to her homeworld once everything was straightened out and she could gain support to overthrow her uncle, the Duke, who now sat on the throne. Unfortunately Scath and Naoth got separated when the convoy they were traveling with was raided by the Boiling Blood Pirates. Scath escaped but Naoth was taken prisoner by the Pirate Lord Fayette, the leader of the Boiling Bloods and underling of Vlat’gar. He turned her over to his overlord as a tribute and for payment on a debt. Vlat’gar, not knowing her true linage, was convinced that she should marry him as a trophy wife. Naoth used this as an opportunity to help the poor slave girls he had acquired over the many years. “Cease with the dancing.” Vlat’gar commanded, “Does she please you Ten-Shen? Would you like to take her as a mate?” The Muun just grunted and continued to stare. “It is settled then. Girl you will remove yourself from my presence and confine yourself to my loyal servant’s quarters. You are now his property to do with as he may.” Vlat’gar waved to the two fully armored Niemodians that stood guarding the door to come forward and escort the young Falleen girl to her new gilded cage. When she noticed that they were on their way to send her to her solitude, she began sobbing and fell at the feet of Ten-Shen. Naoth could only believe that she was begging for mercy, unfortunately, mercy was not a word in Ten-Shen’s vocabulary. Just as her escorts reached out to grab her arms, she reached into her flowing black hair and extracted a long knife as her once olive toned skin turned almost blood red. She then lunged forward while spouting what Naoth could only assume were curses in her native tongue. Her once delicate features became enflamed with fury towards Vlat’gar. She obviously was only sent to kill him and not as payment. Swiftly one of the guards plunged the blade of his vibro-spear into the back and through the heart of the would-be assassin. He then gave the spear a determinate twist as he removed the blade from his victim, guaranteeing that she would not recover from her wounds. She fell to the ground surrounded by a pool of blood, and with her last breathe she spat at the feet of her would be captor. “How unfortunate, she would have made a perfect specimen for you to play with.” Vlat’gar just sat there and watched as a group of Jawas gathered up his attempted murderer’s body and cleaned the blood from the stone floor in front of Ten-Shen. Seeing her opportunity to leave Vlat’gar’s vile presence, Naoth turn to him as if she was gagging on the scent of the freshly spilled blood, “My lord, might I have your permission to wander the city to get some fresh air and possibly a relaxing drink?” She had spent her whole life in the royal courts of Vernet; she knew how to play to his sense of empowerment. “Certainly my pet,” Vlat’gar said with a sideways grin, “Ten-Shen see to her needs. Take her to the U Wanna Wanna market for some air and then take her to Chalmun’s Cantina for a drink. While she is there you better make sure you do some collecting for me.” Ten-Shen just nodded, Vlat’gar grinned, and Naoth started formulating her escape. Black Lily, Docking Bay 92, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Voy and Maik landed the Black Lily and just sat there trying to figure out their next move. Neither one of them ever expected to get off the planet, let alone be running cargo for a possible crime lord on one of the most corrupt planets in the Empire, and have a lead on Voy’s little trinket. The whole trip out to this bleak destination they spent exploring the ship and de-Scath-ing it, converting the Black Lily into the Fire-Kraken. Maik won the rights to rename the ship in a best of three match-up of pazaak. Voy on the other hand got him to agree on painting the ship a pale green with the forks surrounding the cockpit black. They took all of Scath’s old stuff that they saw no value in and put it in an empty cargo container that they planned to sell the first chance they got. Now they had no idea what to do to find this Castino person. Finally they decided to head for the cantina that Maik had heard about and ask along the way. They stopped at a few of the junk dealers and trinket dealers to see if any of them knew him. Most just gave them the answer of “What do I look like, a missing person’s bureau?” They finally gave up that search and stopped at a parts and weapons shop run by a man named Balor. There they purchased some supplies and walked to the cantina, with information on possibly finding Castino. As they walked in they were greeted by a patrol of stormtroopers exiting. Each group gave the other a courteous nod and went on with their business. They found the cantina crowded for it being so early in the evening. It was filled with every sort of life form imaginable, including Rodians. Maik had half a mind to go over to them and forcefully question them about the whereabouts of Greedo, but figured it would be a poor decision considering that the patrol they just pasted were probably just outside on the street. Voy decided to start off his search by getting a drink from the bar. He scanned the crowd and tried to spot a blue skinned, sharp featured creature matching the description Balor had given them. There were several hulking figures in the cantina including a Herglic sitting at a booth on the outside wall of the cantina. He almost matched the description of Castino; with the exception that he had smooth, round features, and Castino was suppose to have sharp, chiseled ones. Voy settled into an empty spot at the bar, next to a strikingly beautiful young lady. She looked to be about his age and completely out of place with the rest of the clientele in the bustling watering hole. A long golden veil partially obscured her face from him, but her beauty still radiated through. He caught a whiff of vanilla coming from her direction. He was instantly reminded of Joidu but as his memory of her came to mind her face seemed to morph into that of the new beauty stand next to him. He kept stealing glance of her out of the corner of this eye as he ordered his drink from the overweight bartender. “Excuse me,” he said as he turned to address this new interest next to him, “do you know a man by the name of Castino. I have heard that he frequents this establishment.” She turned and pulled the veil from over her face and golden hair. See seemed to look straight through his eyes right into his soul with her lush green eyes. “Sorry,” she said with a silky voice “I have never met someone with that name. I feel though you are searching for more then just a man.” He could not explain it, but as she spoke it was as if he forgot all about why he even came to Tatooine in the first place. “I hope that you are successful in finding that which you seek.” Even though she turned to face the bar he continued to stare at her, memorizing every aspect of her face. She stirred up feelings in him that he had never experienced before. He had been smitten with women before, but never to this degree before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get…” He never completed his thought because at that exact moment a large hulking creature with dark blue skin walked through the door. “….Excuse me.” He walked over to the group of Imperial officers whose brains he was picking for insider information on the academy. “Maik, I think our friend we were looking for is here.” Maik excused himself from the conversation and followed Voy over to where the supposed Castino was now seated. Even seated the brutish “Castino” was able to look Voy in the eyes. “I hope you boys aren’t looking for trouble, because I just got comfortable and at my age that is quite a feat.” His booming bass voice seemed to be able to penetrate the constant noise of the cantina, but not a soul appeared to have heard him, except Voy and Maik of course. “Are you Castino?” Maik asked with a quivering in his voice. “All depends on who’s asking…” he rumbled, “…or how much you are offering.” His eyes never once left the gleaming band on Voy’s hand. Voy nervously put his hand inside his poncho. “Nice bauble you got there sonny” Castino nodded towards Voy’s concealed hand. “Who did you kill to steal that from them?” Trader’s Dream, Docking Bay 99, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Sch’jo had just successfully landed the Dream in Mos Eisley and reluctantly started back to technical station in the personal area of the freighter when his father stopped him at the door to the hatchway. “Sch’jo, your mother and I wanted to talk to you about something before we go into town.” Sch’jo sat down in the passenger seat behind his mother, but across from his father. He had the feeling that they were going to tell him the same speech that they always gave him when they reached their port of call. Why does he insist in treating me like a child? Did he not just see how I handled myself in that space battle? Did they not just let me pilot the ship from Corellia to Tatooine practically on my own? What do I need to do to prove myself to them? But when his father started he realized he was completely wrong about the whole situation. “We realize that you would like to be given more responsibility and treated less like a child and more like an adult. But what you need to realize is that your mother and I have watched you grow from an infant completely dependent on us to a young adult yearning for his independence.” His mother gave a slight sniffle, “Sch’jo what your father is trying to say is that the reason we held onto you so tightly was because you are our child and we want you to be ready to leave the nest. The only problem is we haven’t been ready for you to leave us.” Sch’jo knew that his parents loved him, but was not aware of how much they had been struggling to make sure he had gleaned all their knowledge of the universe. “Son today was not intended to be a test, but I realize now that it was. Not a test of your abilities, but tests of ours in letting you go.” Jorum swallowed hard. “If you don’t mind we forwarded your application to both the Imperial Naval Academy and Corellian Security’s fighter pilot program.” Sch’jo’s jaw dropped to the deck, “I’m sorry, did I just hear you say what I think you said. You transmitted my application?” They all sat there in silence as they all absorbed what had just transpired. “I guess if you didn’t want to go…” his father started. “No, No, No… I want to go, I am just shocked… that’s all,” Sch’jo interjected. “I don’t know what to say?” he continued. “I think what you are looking for is ‘Thank you father’” answered his mother. “Thank you father… thank you, thank you, thank you.” “Now, I also wanted to let you know that while your mother and I are meeting the buyer…” Sch’jo didn’t know what to expect next, on any other day he would have been ready for the stay with the ship speech, but today seemed to be the day of surprises. “…Karrick Dome is waiting for you at Chalmun’s Cantina…” So they’re pawning me off on the old blowhole? “…he wants to propose a partnership before you go to the academy and after your term of service is up. His last partner went independent so he asked us if you and Piper could join him.” Sch’jo’s head was spinning with all the drastic changes that were being thrown at him at the same time. “Who’s going to service the ship’s engines? How are we going to get Piper?” Sch’jo remembered that R6-P4 was back on Corellia. “I think your father can remember how to patch the engines up and Piper is in our stateroom. Karrick sent us a message before we left home. Do you think you’re ready for all these changes?” his mother asked with a tear in her eye. At first he would have said no but after thinking it over for a second he just nodded. “Well son, I guess you should go do some packing. I’ll get the shipment prepped and the Dream ready for lock down. I’m proud of you son. I think your ready to take on the galaxy but I don’t think the galaxy is ready to take you on.” With that his parents stood and hugged him in turn. They left the cockpit to get ready to go their separate ways. After they got everything situated they watched Sch’jo head off through the streets of Mos Eisley towards Chalmun’s with Piper in toe. The trek to the cantina was a short one, but long enough for him to ponder the events of the past day. He was familiar with Wuhar’s no droid policy so he found a storage locker along the way, paid to stow his gear and Piper there, and walked into the rest of his life. Every corner of the cantina was bursting with life and activity. The only empty space in the whole joint was the bandstand which only had a music machine on it playing various songs on a continuous loop. Sch’jo was fairly confident that most of the patrons there had heard the entire selection at least twice. He scanned the masses and found Karrick sitting at a booth by himself. Karrick was a dark blue Herglic that took up seventy-five percent of the booth that he was seated at. Sch’jo made his way over to the family friend and sat down in the remaining space of the booth. “Well hello kiddo,” Karrick bellowed, “Did your dad tell you my proposal?” Sch’jo just got a grin on his face and extended his hand towards his hulking new partner. “Fantastic! This calls for a celebration! Why don’t you go and get a drink from Wuhar and tell him to put it on my tab.” Sch’jo slid out from behind the table and walked up to the crowded bar. He stood at the rail waiting patiently for the bartender to come down his way looked over his left shoulder. Standing there was the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. She regally stood there in a flowing sheer gown. Her hair was as golden as the sand of the Dune Sea at double high sun, and her gown was as orange as a sunrise preceding it. Her skin was perfectly bronzed by the suns’ rays and her eyes were as blue as the depth of Kamino. She stood a head shorter then Sch’jo, who did not realize that he had been staring at her so intently that he forgot why he had come up to the bar. Wuhar grunted at him and brought him out of his day dream. “Oh, yeah, I’ll have a Tatooine Sunrise, a Corellian Spiced Ale, and whatever she’s drinking.” Wuhar just took the credits turned around and started mixing. Sch’jo leaned towards the intoxicating women next to him, “I’m sure you have guys coming up to you all the time, but I just wanted to buy a drink for the most beautiful women I had ever seen. So your next drink is on me.” With that Wuhar returned with his order, Sch’jo took the two drinks and walked back to his booth. Sch’jo set the Spiced Ale in front of Karrick and began to sip on his drink. “That was smooth kid, very smooth. But you forgot to put it on my tab, all get the next round.” Karrick, not one to drink slowly, nearly downed his drink in one gulp. “I thought you were a chakk, but you’re obviously not with a move like that. Keep ‘em wanting more that's what I say.” Sch’jo did not hear one word that came out of his old friend’s mouth. All he could do was just sit there and stare in the direction of the beauty he had just met. No one else was in that cantina, just the two of them, and he wasn’t even certain that he was even in existence. It was as if reality had turned into a dream. She turned and locked eyes with him and began to walk over to their stone topped table. Sch’jo was convinced that he was dreaming now. There was no way that she would even acknowledge his existence let alone come over to talk to him. “Hauum!” Kerrick started by clearing his breath-hole, “Hello darling. Can we help you?” Sch’jo had not been dreaming, she had walked over, and she even acknowledged his existence with a smile and a soft, “Hello there.” -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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DelilahDraken Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 12/27/08 1:39am Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 24DEC2008
	Very interesting. I'm curious what'll happen next. -----signature----- Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Aruetyc runi cet slarycina solus cet o'r. --- Help my dragon survive - http://tinyurl.com/746mst
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 12/29/08 8:42pm Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 24DEC2008 - Date Edited: 12/30/08 9:58am (1 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	Thanks for the review! I will be posting the next installment after New Year's Day! -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 12/30/08 9:50am Subject: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter 4 "Murashani sleemo" - Date Edited: 1/20 7:57am (3 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	Here is Part One of Chapter Four as a little pre-holiday treat... Enjoy Chapter Four (Post #1) Murashani sleemo -Huttese for “Bounty hunter slimeball” The Outlander Club, Uscru Entertainment District, Imperial Center A female cloaked in a brown robe walked up to the bar with a diminutive brown furred creature sitting on her shoulder. The cloaked woman’s “pet” gracefully slinked from her left shoulder to her right all the while scanning the room with its large red eyes and listening in on surrounding conversations with its long floppy ears. “I’m here to collect an item you’re holding for me.” The woman stated to the bartender as she tossed him a small pouch that he caught in mid flight. She continued to keep the hood of her cloak pulled over her head enough to obscure all but her mouth. “Your package is in the lower levels” the bartender growled. He shook the pouch that she had just tossed him and gave it a shake, “I hope you put a little extra in here. That Coruscant Guard patrol came strolling in here again after you left and were kind of interested in your package. It took some persuading for them to look the other way. If you know what I mean.” “Don’t worry you’ll be compensated.” She said as she walked towards the lifts to the lower levels of the club. The bartender came rushing over and placed his hands on either of the lifts doors to prevent them from closing. The short run to the lift had left him out of breath. “Make sure you keep your friend there on a short leash when you go below. The cooks have been itching to serve Kushibah stew for awhile now.” The bartender just grinned as he leaned out of the way of the closing doors. The creature on the females shoulder snarled as its brown fur bristled. It looked as if it was going to pounce on the bartenders face but was thwarted by the swiftly closing doors. The lift made short work of the distance to the lower level of the club. The female was no stranger to the lower level of the club; she had had dealings with the bartender on numerous occasions. Usually he would detain bounties that she was hunting for later collection and delivery for repayment. This time she was picking up a friend that had been attacked and left for dead. Unbeknownst to the attackers, they had been set up to think that their target was disposed of when he was really just unconscious. She continued down the dimly lit corridor and turned down the first junction that she came to on her left. As soon as they made the turn the Kushibah that was sitting on her shoulder leapt off and bounded down looking in the small barred windows of each of the doors that lined both sides of the walkway. “Regeo, be careful, you don’t know what is in each of those rooms or when they were last fed.” She called after her friend as he continued his search. She followed in his path at the same pace she had been at prior to their turning down the multi-doored corridor. Regeo stopped at the fifth door on the right side of the corridor and sat on the ledge of its barred window. The cloaked female walked up a few moments after he came to a halt and entered a code sequence into the security panel on the wall next to the door. As it slid open Regeo hopped off the ledge and sat on the ground under the panel on the wall and began scanning up and down the corridor for any other intruders. The female slowly walked into the dark cell that lay beyond. ******************** Scath woke, what felt like a few minutes later, to find that he was in an unlit, damp holding cell. He could only assume that he had been picked up by the local authorities after being thrown in the street outside the club. After clearing his head he realized that even in the worst parts of Imperial City that the cells run by the government were better then this. He decided to see what possessions that he might have left after his attack. He noted that his datapad and credit chip were missing, but all his other personal items remained, including the vibroknife in his right boot and the hold-out blaster in his left boot. As he sat there getting his bearings he could hear voices and footsteps approaching his new living quarters. He quickly stooped down and placed his back against the wall that bared the entryway. He made sure that he was concealed in the shadows and slowly unsheathed his concealed blade. He slowed his breathing almost to the point of holding it as the door opened and a cloaked figure entered the room. Immediately he sprang to his feet behind his visitor brandishing the blade and gently pressing it against the intruder’s neck. With his free arm wrapped around the female’s chest, he grasped her opposite arm. He was about to quickly twist her body away from his slitting her throat and ending her life, when the hood of her cloak fell from her head and revealed her identity. “Feirfek Scath! Little jumpy aren’t we?” Joidu asked as he released her from her certain death. She ran her hand along her neck to make sure he did not accidentally cut her in the fray. “You sure know how to get a girls heart racing” she joked. “Joidu, you little minx, what are you doing down here?” Scath returned the blade to its home in his boot and brushed himself off. He then embraced Joidu with a quick hug and then slapped her across the face. “You’re lucky you’re such a piffer or I would have cut you instead.” “What in the blue blazes was that for?” She questioned rubbing her sore cheek. “I save your life and that is the thanks I get?” “How do you figure? As I recall I was the one that helped you escape from that red skinned shutta’s harem. Plus you were the one that handed that vile little girl the stun stick that landed me in this charming little hovel. So I really find it hard to believe that you saved my life in this situation.” “First off, I think I have thanked you endlessly for assisting in my rescue from Vlat’gar, especially since I was already there trying to free your baroness from his clutches. Secondly, when I handed Sevie the stun baton I severely dialed down the juice on it, if I hadn’t you probably would have burst into flames as soon as it contacted your skin. And finally the bounty on your head was for 'Dead' not 'Alive', so coming up with a way for both Vlat’gar and the Zealots to get off your back were how I saved your life.” Regeo came bounding back into the cell and hopped up on Joidu’s shoulder once more, coat bristling, “Are you two going to keep arguing like an old married couple or are we going to get out of here?” He jumped from Joidu to Scath and started rubbing against him. “So nice to see you old friend, we have a new ship for you docked on the other side of the senate from here. It’s not Corellian, but it will fit our needs.” “Enough of the love-fest, let’s get out of here.” Joidu led the three of them from cell back down the corridor they entered from, instead of going back up to the main floor of the club they exited through the service entrance underneath the main walkway. They took the public lift to the main level above and got into Joidu’s speeder that was awaiting them there. MonCal MC-18 Light Freighter, Lucky Murglak, En route to Telos via the Hapes Consortium Sch’jo was still in a state of shock. Not just 12 hours ago he was prepping the Trader’s Dream for their trip to Tatooine. Now he was first mate on the Lucky Murglak taking the most beautiful woman in the galaxy to a planet that was slowly being restored to its former glory. She had revealed to them that she was an exiled Baroness that was being held against her will by Vlat’gar on Tatooine. She requested that they take her to Telos in the hope of finding her former protector and fellow Erphae named Scath. She told them how they were fleeing from Vernet when their chartered convoy was raided by the Boiling Blood Pirates. The same pirates that had attempted to subdue Sch’jo and his parents earlier that day. And that Vlat’gar fancied himself as a criminal mastermind that was undermining the Hutts. Before leaving Tatooine Sch’jo and Karrick were able to steal a shipment of weapons that was waiting to be picked up by one of Vlat’gar’s swoop gangs. Vlat'gar had been reporting back to Ubrikkian Corporate Headquarters that the weapons were being stolen before they reached their intended buyer, trying to throw them off his illegal activities. Naoth’s friend Scath had been slowly siphoning some of the weapons to the leaders of the underground resistance back on their homeworld. Fortunately for Scath, Vlat'gar had not figured out who he was supplying or that he knew exactly what was going on with the other half of the weapons. Sch’jo was able to contact his parents to meet them just inside Hapan Space to run the weapons to Vernet. For some odd reason Sch’jo got the feeling from them that this was not an out of the ordinary request for them. His father then said something that he never thought he would say. He told him that should anything happen to them that Karrick and he should seek out Balor on Tatooine. While Naoth changed into less conspicuous clothing Sch’jo went to talk to Karrick about this request from his father. “Well sonny, I guess since your father was the one to bring it up you should know the whole story. Your parents and I are not completely legitimate.” Karrick went on to explain that they were all part of a group of traders that were supplying the various rebel groups spread throughout the galaxy. He further went on to explain that Belor was a local commander of one such group on Tatooine using his legitimate business to avoid the prying eyes of the local Imperial garrison. Sch’jo’s uncle Preal, that was part of CorSec, was assisting them by turning a blind eye and getting them access to weapons that they had confiscated from raiding pirates. Karrick also felt that by assisting Naoth that they might be able to gain another ally in the fight against the Empire. Sch’jo was completely shocked by all that he had experienced. In half a day his entire world was flipped upside down and turned inside out. His parents were part of the fight against tyranny. He was now helping a damsel in distress. He was living the life of one of the knights that his father had spoke of in all the bedtime stories that he told him as a child. He was living out his ultimate dream. He was a Knight on a quest to help save the galaxy. ******************** After convincing her new companions to rescue her from Vlat’gar, steal weapons for the resistance, and take her to Telos, Naoth decided to retire to her state room on board the Lucky Murglak. She needed to change out of her flowing gown and need to rest for a short time. She could hardly believe that she was on her way to Telos. Once there she would need to work out a plan with Scath to return to Vernet to free her people from the puppet government set up by her vile uncle. Unfortunately she knew that would not be easy. Not only would they be up against her uncle’s personal security detail, but possibly the company of Imperials stationed there. She would have to some how convince their commander that it was a local governmental issue and not an Imperial one. The other possibility was to have the scout company distracted by something that appeared to be a threat to the Empire and draw them away. That type of a distraction would have to be Scath’s part of the plan. He seemed to have connections all over the galaxy. I guess that was the advantage of being a former Jedi. The disadvantage was that he was a former Jedi and had a mark on his head. Naoth had a feeling that she to would have a bounty on her head now that she fled Vlat’gar. She would just have to be cautious. ******************** Karrick and Sch’jo had left the cockpit of the bulbous MonCal Freighter and were sitting in the entertainment area of the ship. Karrick had utilized several types of ships in his career but preferred the artistry that the Mon Calmarians seemed to utilize in their vessels. Every centimeter of the ship was smooth and devoid of sharp angles. It felt like he was walking through a bubble under water. It reminded him of home. He had the interior of the freighter specially designed to match his wide and tall body. If necessary two Herglics could pass each other in a passageway and not need to avoid bumping into each other nor the bulkheads. With such wide open spaces Sch’jo looked like a small child. Karrick could tell that the young human was still adjusting to the idea of not being on his parents’ Corillian vessel. He looked around in wide-eye amazement at every turn. Even though the two of them were lounging around the large gaming table that was off to the side Karrick could tell that Sch’jo’s attention was focused on the engineering station. Their diminutive female passenger rejoined them in an outfit that was the complete opposite of the flowing gown she had been wearing a short time ago. She was wearing clothes that were in one of the cargo containers they had stolen. It was the only container that did not hold weapons or spice. In this garb there was no way for a casual observer to tell that she was a baroness on the run. Her ability to instantly blend in with the two smugglers fascinated them. “So your highness, how would you like us to refer to you?” Karrick asked as she settled in next to his young associate, “Obviously you would like your true identity concealed.” Karrick had transported lost of different cargo over the years but this was the first time he was carrying humanoid cargo. “Naoth will do, it is common name amongst my people and not too many of us get off world.” She sat there seemingly playing with her hair. She keeped pulling it back with one hand and gathering it up in her other. “You said that you and your friend are Erphae, I am not familiar with that species.” Karrick had traveled all over the galaxy and met several varying species of people. The closest to Naoth that he had ever encountered were the Sephi, but they always had pale grey skin. Naoth finished pulling her hair back into three separate tails. She then began braiding it into one long tail down her back. In the processes of pulling the hair on the sides of her head into tails she was able to conceal the points of her ears. She explained that her people were once Sephi. A small group of young Sephi began a revolt against the ruling family. When their revolution was suppressed they were exile from Thustra. The rebel rousers were all sealed on to a long range freighter and sent away. The Sephi had inputted a random coordinate that would erase once they arrived at their final desitnation. At this time hyperspace routes were being discovered and plotted. Thustra had not yet foraged into the know galaxy and was isolated from the core worlds. The group of exiles crash landed on Vernet, a planet that was heavily forested, but lacked mountain ranges. Sephi traditionally lived in cavernous areas in and under the mountains. These exiles were forced to adapt and lived amongst the trees deep in the forest. They eventually built up their society and developed farms in the open spaces of the forest. Vernet was eventually found by traders and was added to the many agriworlds in the Expansion Region. For a short time they had been the chief exporters of Hete Grain used in several alcoholic beverages and breads. Karrick was dumbfounded. He had never heard of these people, but had plotted courses past their planet several times. He knew that it was planet under the control of the Empire and that it had once been the home to a small agro-academy for the Agro-corps. Younglings that did not quite make the cut as Jedi were sent there to learn the science of farming and developing methods to save dying planets. “So since you are related to the Sephi do you age the same as they do?” Karrick knew that the Sephi could live to be over 200 years old. This longevity also caused them to look younger then they were. “We live as long as our ancestors do. Unlike the Sephi we look our age. I‘m the youngest member of my immediate family at 20 standard years old, and, unfortunately, the only one still living.” Karrick noticed that Sch’jo sat up a little bit straighter and began smoothing out his hair. Yet another thing that fascinated Karrick was the rituals of humanoids in regards to mating and selection of mates. A Herglic’s parents chose the family that their mate would come from. Usually the family was chosen for their affluent standing in the community. Karrick had refused his parents wishes to marry and chose to wander the galaxy. Karrick excused himself from the others and returned to the cockpit to check their progress to Hapan space. He could have done this at the engineering terminal across from where they were sitting. He figured he would give the two younglings time to get better acquainted. He took the charter from the little girl for Sch’jo. Karrick knew that now they had stolen goods and a bride from Vlat’gar that a price was going to be on their heads until she is return. Now not only did he have to dodge the Empire, but the worst kind of scum in the universe, Bounty Hunters. Hopefully Vlat’gar can’t afford Mandalorians or this was going to be a short trip to Telos. To Be Continued… (after the new year) -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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earlybird-obi-wan Title: PT Scene Contest Winner Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 12/30/08 10:41am Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 12/30/08
	Just discovered it and it's interesting with good developed characters. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 12/30/08 7:26pm Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 12/30/08
	Thanks for the review... the next part will be up after New Year's Day -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 1/2 6:28am Subject: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter 4 (Part #2) - Date Edited: 1/17 7:20am (1 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	Chapter Four (Post #2) Ubrikkian Trade Tower, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Castino walked onto the top floor of the Trade Tower and was greeted by a protocol droid behind a desk. Without even responding to the droid or even hesitating he walked right into the grand courtroom of Vlat’gar. As he burst through the doors they slammed into the two Neimodian guards standing on either side of the entryway knocking them to the ground. Unlike the countless other times that he had been a guest in Vlat’gar’s court, there was no music playing, nor a slave girl dancing, nor a beautiful young lady sitting next to the self appointed crimelord. The only people standing before the Zeltron were a group of women he immediately recognized as the Zealots of Psusan. They seemed to be short one member though. Sevie’s newest recruit, Joidu, was no where to be found. This in and of itself was not out of the ordinary considering they were not always visible as a group. What was out of the ordinary was the fact that Vlat’gar was not happy to see them. Once he was done with them, Castino want to have a word with them. He also wanted to discuss possibly working with Vlat’gar. As he walked across the seemingly empty grand chamber he was met by Ten-Shen. The stout Kerkoiden only came to Castino’s mid-section but was able to stop the brutish creature with his brandished Renegade heavy blaster pistol. The Kerkoiden took the formidable weapon and thrust it into the blue-skinned giant’s rock hard abdomen. “Castino, to what do we owe the honor?” Vlat’gar questioned across the veranda. The knot of Zealots split and turned to look at the new comer. Their disposition did not change at all. Castino could feel the tension around the women increase with his presence in the room. “I was…” Castino paused and looked down at the blaster pistol that had invaded his personal space. Ten-Shen looked up to see him glaring down at him. He quickly re-holstered the weapon and step out from in front of Castino. “I was looking for your guests here and to seek an audience with you.” “Well my hefty friend, you may speak with the ladies when I have finished with them.” The Neimodians beside the doors slowly got to their feet and resumed their posts. “As far as seeking an audience, all you need to do is knock and we would have let you in to visit.” Ten-Shen moved to his usual post at the foot of the dias. Vlat’gar turned his attention back to the group of ladies. “So, you want me to pay the bounty that I placed on the head of that pointy eared scum. Unfortunately you brought me no proof of his demise and you delivered an empty ship.” The Zeltorn’s once deep red skin cooled to a pink hue. In Castino’s experience that meant that he was no longer trying to charm them, but was deeply aggravated with them. “As matter of fact, an associate of mine said that he is alive. Scath was even seen leaving the Outlander Club with a young female that matched the description of one of my missing concubines. Perhaps I should instead charge you five a generous fee and keep you here until you have repaid me in full. What do you think of that?” “Not to be importunate, your exalted one…” Castino interrupted moving around the group of Zealots to the opposite side of the dais from the Kerkoiden, “…but I think their services would better suit your business in other ventures.” He took a deep breath and waited for Vlat’gar’s response. “Interesting, I am curious to hear your proposal.” Vlat’gar reclined a little in his ornate seat resting his chin on his fist contemplatively and listened. His complexion changed to a deeper shade of pink as he relaxed. “You may continue.” Castino opened his stance so that he would be facing all the parties before him. It reminded him of the days that he conducted negotiations. One of the things that he did in his younger days was help settle small disputes for the Senate. This will call on all of his skills to prevent an all out confrontation from breaking out in this throne room. “It is my understanding that you have lost several concubines in the past few standard months and wanted to replace them. In addition you have had an unscrupulous employee who has been stealing from you. You thought that by terminating this particular problem employee your business would resume as normal. You then hired this group of women to execute that termination for a set compensation.” Castino’s booming voice reverberated in the empty spaces of the room. “So far you are correct.” Castino continued, “Upon, what they,” he pointed to the Zealots, “thought was a completed mission, they returned to collect their compensation. Unfortunate for them, you were informed that they were mistaken and the crooked employee was still at large with one of their former associates.” Vlat’gar’s head shot up from his hand and he sat upright upon hearing this revelation. Before he could interject, Castino continued to spin the tale. “Meanwhile your darling bride to be has been kidnapped, possibly by this rogue employee, and the final shipment he was to deliver has since been re-appropriated, once again possibly by the former employee. Have I missed anything?” Sevie stepped forward out of the group of Zealots, “Just the fact that we had no idea that Joidu was a former courtesan of Vlat’gar’s and in alliance with Scath.” Castino noticed the beads of sweat now forming on her forehead. “Unfortunately these femme fatales have already secured their payment I am merely attempting to recollect that payment since their mission was not as complete as they thought. So my observant friend, what do you propose I do now?” “Well my liege, I know that this is probably a small compensation for your loss, but I suggest that you select two of the remaining women standing before you to replace your lost concubines and as collateral. My only concession is that you do not include Sevie, for now. “For the others, turn them over to me so that I might utilize their talents in collecting that unpaid debt. These proposals ties into the reason I was seeking an audience with you. I was looking to enter into your employ as an advisor and sometime debt collector for off world accounts. “I understand that your associate,” Castino nodded towards Ten-Shen who was becoming aggravated with the idea of losing his position, “has similar capacities but I would not interfere nor detract from what he currently fulfills. I would simply augment him. What say you?” Vlat’gar sat and contemplated all that Castino had laid out before him. Castino pondered if some influence would be needed to ensure that the outcome would be in his favor. Perhaps if I just nudge him a little in the right direction no one would notice. Suddenly Vlat’gar spoke. “I agree.” Castino breathed a sigh of relief. “I will take Pedee and Lylte as my compensation and assurance that the three that I have left you will cooperate. Take them and hunt down my mistress, her captor, and my lost cargo.” “Now wait one minute…” Sevie began to protest. “Everything will be fine.” Castino said with a slight gesture towards Sevie. “Everything will be fine.” She repeated with a slight hesitation. “Then it is settled. TC-84 please escort these fine young ladies to be fitted for new clothing that is fit for my court. Mister Castino thank you for your sound advisement, consider this your interview for further employment. Happy hunting.” Castino gathered up the remaining Zealots after they said their brief good-byes to the two companions that would be left behind. After they walked out of the Trade Tower Sevie turned to him and stood before him defiantly. “I hope you know what you are doing? If the High Priestess discovered what you are doing she would be most unhappy with you. We are not mere underlings, we are Disciples of Psusan. If any harm should befall us or our sisters you gave up into slavery, he will return and destroy you personally… Jedi.” Castino reached down and grabbed all of Sevies hair in his massive hand. He then raised his arm up so that it was parallel with the ground, lifting Sevies’ feet off of the sandy street. He then drew her in so that she was eye to eye with him. “I will caution you on who you give that title to and around whom you use it. I am no Jedi as you will find should you ever cross me again.” He opened up his hand and Sevie crumbled to the ground. “As far as your precious Psusan…” a large rock next to the entry began to tremble and then shattered into dust “…I think I can handle him.” ****************** After the hulking ex-Jedi and his new business partners left, Vlat’gar turned to his stout enforcer. “Ten-Shen contact Mandalore and see if he has any of his followers that need employ, I don’t trust our new friend to fulfill his obligation to us.” Ten-Shen nodded to his boss and left to contact the leader of the most notorious mercenaries and bounty hunters in the galaxy. Unbeknowst to his employer, he knew that the former warrior was no longer in contact, nor control of a vast army of warriors. Still he would attempt to contact the broken old man. Vlat’gar desired to hire Boba Fett, but knew that Jabba basically had him on permanent retainer. Even though Fett was independent, he knew that in order to hire him away from the Hutt would require practically the sum total of Vlat’gar’s empire. He usually hired low level Rodians like Greedo. But like everything else in the galaxy, you get what you pay for and he needed reliability this time. Vlat’gar had surrounded himself with former members of Separatists planets. He found that they shared in his discontent with the Empire and the desire to undermine it at all costs. That all so meant that they too were cheap labor. He would like to compete with the larger criminal organizations, the Hutts and Black Sun, but that would take time and longevity, the two things that he currently did not have. He needed to find someone to produce an heir for him so that he could pass on his legacy. He hoped that someone was Naoth. In the process he hoped to add her people to his fight against the other organizations. He knew that to the Hutts he was nothing more then an annoying sand flea buzzing around their heads. But he was a sand flea that controlled and manufactured their pleasure yachts and their sole means of moving quickly around the planets that they reigned over. He would have his revenge on those who attempted to thwart his plans of building his empire. He was a man who controlled vessels and was secretly building advanced weapons; a man who was the lord of war in a divided galaxy. Docking Bay 88, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Castino would have preferred to travel around without the assistance of Zealots, but he did not trust them. He decided to collect up his customized Y-wing and dock it onto the Zealots’ Mindabaal Pleasure Yacht to be towed. The process would require both of the ships to be in orbit so the first test of his new partnership would be if they don’t abandon him. Before departing the planet he recorded a message for his employers. The message was the same to all three, but it would not reveal their combined control over him. His prototype astro-droid, R6-X1, sat on the ground next to his ship. “Reaper, prepare to record a message for me. Once completed, transmit it to my three lords in separate bursts. Do not send it to that pathetic slime I just met with though.” Reaper tweeted in compliance, and leaned back on his third wheel to be able to fully see his master. Castino grabbed a blood red cloak from the storage compartment of the starship and threw it over his massive frame. He adjusted it, pulling the hood over his head to conceal his face, and Reaper whistled that he was ready to record. “My Lord, everything is in place to rid your ointment of the pesky fly that has spoiled it for some time. I await your orders to set in motion the gears to banish him from existence.” Once he finished he quickly moved to stow his cloak once more. With the help of the Force he lifted Reaper into his socket and leapt up into the pilot’s seat. Once he had docked with the Zealots he would question them about them sending the punk kids to see him. Hopefully he would be able to deal with them after he used them to complete his true mission. But that was for another time, now it was time to fulfill his long awaited destiny as the Fist of the Sith. -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 1/6 7:07am Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter 5.1 (Stormtroopers)
	I have noticed that the story posts have become quite lengthy so I will do my best to break them up alittle better. For now enjoy... Chapter Five The clone troopers, now proudly bearing the honorable rank of Imperial Stormtroopers, have tackled the dangerous work of fighting our enemies on the front lines. Many have died in their devotion to the Empire. Imperial citizens would do well to remember their example. -Emperor Palpatine during the Declaration of a New Order Abandoned Mandalorian Outpost, Dxun An unmasked man sat alone in an empty chamber on a flourishing planet of jungles. Mandalore was where the man formerly known as Spar felt the most at home. He was a former Clone Trooper that was given the designation of Alpha–02, now known as Mandalore. History would later dub him Mandalore the Resurrector, that one leader that had brought the scattered warriors back to their home sector of Mandalore. Most of the Mandalorians stayed to protect their home sector and had become slaves on their own homeworld. Some were still drawn out to the call of credits. The most notable was Boba Fett. Another clone like Spar, but neither of them would claim to be the same man. Although he was only 28 years old, he looked twice as old. He and his “brothers” had been genetically altered to age faster so that it did not take a life time to “grow” a mature clone. Spar knew that he was now living on borrowed time but he planned to make the most of that time. Unfortunately, the men that were closest to him, his Mandalorian Protectors, were all dead, save two. So there he sat, alone and broken. He had not returned to his former home with his two remaining soldiers. Instead he had wandered the galaxy and settled on the wild moon that orbited Onderon. He found the old outpost that was the former home of the exhiled Mandalorians several millennia ago. As he sat there he noticed a blinking light on the terminal next to him indicating an incoming message. After activating it he was greeted by the image of a stout creature named Ten-Shen. He was being hired as a bounty hunter. In his younger days the proud warrior would have donned his helmet immediately and rushed off to find his pray. Now he simply sent his automatic reply of acceptance and slowly began preparing himself for the hunt. Credits no longer mattered to him, but the opportunity to venture the galaxy was what drew him to leave the comforts of his solitude and head for Onderon for supplies. Fire-Kraken, Docking bay 92, Mos Eisley, Tatooine Before leaving on their quest to find Castino, Voy and Maik had hired a contractor to come out and repaint the ship for them. They returned to find that their order was completed. The Black Lily had completed its transformation into the Fire-Kraken. They had already changed the transponder code to match the new name. Castino had assisted them in finding a “friend” that could get them a new one without going through the Vehicle Registration Bureau down in the capital city. Since they knew the paint job was going to take some time they decided to explore Mos Eisley. Neither one of them had been to the Outer Rim Territories but they were interested in the vast difference to Imperial Center. Immediately after meeting Castino they returned to find the cargo hold empty and droids halfway done with painting. They decided to change the codes then go shopping for some gear fitting their upcoming adventure. As they were about to lower the landing ramp and start prepping the ship for take off, a squad of Imperial stormtroopers filled the entry way to Bay 92. “Hold it right there!” commanded the filtered voice of the lead trooper, his first two fingers of his left hand were pointing at them. He was wearing an orange shoulder pauldron denoting him as the squad leader of the seven troops, all of whom were holding their weapons at the low ready. “Is there a problem commander?” Voy was hoping that by utilizing appropriate military terminology the Squad Leader would be a little more lenient with them. Apparently their activity had drawn attention to themselves inadvertently. He could sense Maik’s tension and admiration all at the same time. He knew his best friend’s lone ambition was to become a member of an elite stormtrooper legion. The Squad Leader lowered his left hand and slowly approached the duo. His squad followed suit and relaxed to the point where it looked like they were talking to each other. But oddly enough no words escaped from their identical white helmets. “Are you the owners of this vessel?” “Yes sir. I am Captian Velkin and this is First-mate Goldam at your service. Would you like a tour of the Fire-Kraken?” Voy walked over to him and extended his hand in a cordial greeting. The Squad Leader accepted the handshake from Voy after holstering his weapon. The trooper removed his helmet and placed it under his right arm. “Staff Sergeant Plawi, but I have a feeling there has been a mistake. Did you say that the name of your vessel is the Fire-Kraken?” “Yes Sergeant, what seems to be the issue?” “According to the docking bay registry an YT-2000 under the name of Black Lily was supposed to be docked here,” the sergeant walked around examining the underside of the ship, “Do you know anything about it?” “No Sergeant, we just landed this morning and ordered a fresh coat of paint to be applied, and took a tour of the spaceport.” Voy could feel the nervousness of Maik increasing with each pass that the squad leader made under the ship. It seemed to him that the sergeant was looking for some hint of the vessels former identity. Voy thought that he had done a sufficient enough job in coving for the fresh paint on the hull. He hoped the troopers would find a reason of their own for the mismatch registry codes. “Well, I guess this was just a misunderstanding,” he placed his helmet back on his head as he strolled over towards the bottom of the loading ramp, “If you are still offering I’ll take you up on that tour if you don’t mind.” “Certainly, welcome aboard.” Maik lead the trio up the ramp and immediately headed for the cargo bay. He wanted to ensure that all the cargo from their hold had been cleared out. Voy and Staff Sergeant Plawi walked into the ship at a slower pace continuing their conversation. “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you looking for this Black Lily?” “It was reported that its cargo was stolen while awaiting delivery from this bay to Ubrikkian Transports, but apparently it was nothing more then a wild bantha chase, seeing that the Black Lily is not even here.” The sergeant stopped at the top of the loading ramp. “I appreciate your cooperation in this matter. It looks like we have already taken up too much of your time as it is, sorry about the disturbance.” He extended his hand towards Voy, who shook it, and then led his squad out of the bay. Voy raised the ramp and headed to the cockpit. Maik was already warming up the engines getting clearance to depart. “I don’t care what you think, but I have the feeling that we have worn out our welcome and need to leave.” A yellow R5 astromech droid wheeled in and plugged into the navigational terminal behind Maik’s seat. Voy turned around to face his co-pilot, “Where did he come from?” He had never seen the droid before that very moment. It did not comfort him to be surprised like that. “I got him at that parts shop run by a man named Balor. He said that bought it from a bunch of Jawas for practically nothing. I figured I could use the extra help with the ship.” Voy did not mind, he just hoped that the rolling tin can would not get in his way. Hopefully the helping hand would assist them in mission and not a stumbling block. For some reason he felt that the droid had other protocols that he was following and not fully in their control. That was the nagging feeling that he could not shake. (To Be Continued...) -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 1/12 10:05am Subject: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter 5 part 2 - Date Edited: 1/15 10:07am (1 edits total) Edited By: CPL_Macja
	Chapter Five (continued) Black Lily II, Landing Platform 9193, Financial District, Imperial Center The entire ride over to the platform that housed Scath’s “new” ship he sat quietly contemplating on where they should go from here. His desire was to go to Tatooine and attempt to free Baroness Naoth from the clutches of Vlat’gar. Unfortunately, the wannabe Jabba would somehow discover that he was alive and that would endanger not only his partner, Joidu, but also the Baroness. Not finding an immediate answer he closed his eyes and allowed the Force to wash over him. It felt like a small pin prick of light trying to penetrate a vast vale of nothingness. The nothingness was more then black or the absence of light, but nothing. Scath knew that it was the Dark Side of the Force; it had continued to thicken and be drawn to Coruscant since the day of the Emperor’s arrival on the planet as Senator Palpatine of Naboo. In the years prior to the Clone Wars it was nothing more then a faint wisp of smoke that only the most powerful members of the Jedi Order could detect. At the time they thought that it was the remnants of the Sith that had been destroyed more then a millennia ago. As the Republic headed into the Clone Wars the Dark Side started to cloud the future, making premonitions nearly impossible. It was rumored that even Grand Master Yoda and Master Windu could not see past the cloud of the Dark Side. Scath was part of the Old Order and left when the Clone Wars broke out on Geonosis. He did not agree with the Jedi fighting along side the Grand Army of the Republic and even leading them. He felt that they should have left well enough alone and not gotten involved. The Jedi were supposed to be keepers of the peace and not generals of the army. He voiced his opinion to the Jedi Council, but the Masters did not agree with his point of view on the matter. He immediately went back to his chambers, packed what little belongings he had and left the Jedi Academy on Coruscant. He returned to his people on Vernet and took up the position of Baron Protectorate. For generations his family had guarded the family of the Baron of Notrevlis from all harm and the position was vacant since his last living male relative died ten years earlier. There was a Jedi Knight and his Padawan stationed on Vernet, along with the GAR Scout Company they commanded, to try and stem off the expansion of the Separatists. Scath did not associate with the Jedi nor did they talk about issues dealing with the war. The Knight sensed something one morning and sent word to Scath to leave the planet and to go to Telos to protect the Jedi interest there. Scath reluctantly followed the directions of the Jedi and was spared from the Great Jedi Purge that happened when the Emperor gave Order 66 to end the Clone Wars and created the first Galactic Empire. Unfortunately the Knight and his Padawan were not so privileged, falling at the hands of their own Clone Troopers like so many Jedi on that fateful day. When he felt that the Purge was nearly completed he returned to Vernet to find the royal family in disarray. The Duke of Doryloh had allied himself with the Empire and utilized the garrison stationed there to assume control. Scath returned to his services as Baron Protectorate only to be sent away again with the mission to hide Naoth on Telos in the abandoned Jedi Academy in the Polar Region there. After his failed mission he began working for Vlat’gar in an attempt to free Naoth from his clutches. He was slowly siphoning portions of his shipments to the guerrillas on Vernet, who were hoping to overthrow the Duke on Naoth’s return. He was also assisting the Baroness in smuggling slave girls out of the wannabe gangster’s court. After they arrived at the platform he came to the conclusion that the Force would guide him to their final destination once they were away from the black hole of the Dark Side surrounding Coruscant. The three of them entered the Baudo-class Star Yacht that he dubbed the Black Lily II and settled in behind the controls. He laid in a course for a jump to Dathomir in the Outer Rim Territories once they broke free from Coruscants gravitational hold. He withdrew from the Force once again hoping that his vain attempt to find guidance did not reveal himself to the Sith that sought to destroy him and his former companions in hiding. As they pulled away from the platform en route for their pre-designated jump point from the planet they were greeted by three TIE Fighters. The TIEs took up a standard escort formation of the leader in front of the yacht and the other two split between each side. “Captain of the star yacht Black Lily II, this is Lieutenant Commander Senol, Leader of Crimson Flight, what is your cargo and destination?” Scath could not believe that they were only doing a random check. Imperial pilots do not do anything without orders. Not having anything to hide he responded without hesitation, “We are bound to Dathomir to pickup a couple of Rancor to let loose on Naboo. I have two additional passangers with me to act as an in flight meal for them.” Scath could sense the confusion flowing off of Crimson Leader Senol. The confusion eventually gave way to appreciation. “Black Lily II, be advised that Rancor prefer the taste of Naboo to Gungon. The latter tend to be too chewy.” Scath could hear a slight chuckle in the voice of Crimson Leader. Joidu let out a sigh; she had apparently been holding her breath since Scath’s reply. “Thanks for the tip Crimson Leader. I was just trying to bring some enjoyment to your otherwise routine day.” “Understood and appreciated. Have a safe journey.” With that the three TIEs broke from their escort position and returned to their patrol of the space lanes around the Imperial Capital. “Next time you’re going to joke around with a group of TIEs, forewarn me,” Joidu punched Scath in the arm, “Better yet, don’t joke around with the Empire.” Scath just laughed, he knew the Lieutenant Commander personally. They had met through their mutual friend, Romaj, a few years ago. Scath even had a short lived romance with Romaj that was cut short when he suddenly disappeared one day. Scath knew that tragedy had befallen the young man when he no longer could feel him in the force. It was a feeling that Scath was all too familiar with in recent years. -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 1/19 9:54pm Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution: Chapter Six (Telos)
	Chapter Six Under the care of the herds of Ithor, the surface of Telos will bloom again, and its golden fields shall again harbor scientists and thinkers. And complacent and peaceful, it shall forget the time that Saul Karath orbited it and brought fire to its skies. But it shall be a homeworld again to others, who will stretch out across the galaxy and bring life. - Kreia on the recovery of Telos at the hands of the Ithorians after the Sith attack led by Saul Karath Fire-Kraken, Old Jedi Academy, Polar Region, Telos IV Voy and Maik stood in the hanger of the old, abandoned storehouse of Jedi knowledge robed in cold weather parkas. Castino had told them that they would find the answers they were seeking here amongst the left behind relics here. What they found was an abandoned hanger and equipment that dated back to the Mandalorian Wars. “Why do I have the feeling that we were sent on a wild bantha chase?” Voy was standing before a door that he could only assume led to the rest of the facility from the main hanger. “This place feels like a tomb, not a place of ‘spiritual’ learning.” The air inside the hanger was cold and stale, as if the internal environmental controls no longer worked. They both searched for a way to open the door and found none. There were control rooms on either side of the door but there was no power to the consoles there. As they stood there milling about looking for a way to power up the terminals, R5-A2 whistled from in front of the now open door. The newest member of expedition discovered a separate access port on the other side of the door. He was able to plug into and slice the door open. “Look the little guy is already paying dividends.” Voy on the otherhand was more suspicious then impress. Voy could not shake the eerie feeling that he was supposed to be here, but Maik was not. Once they walked through the door it closed and resealed behind them. As soon as the seal was set all the glowrods activated; the air in the rest of the facility was no longer stale. Maik removed his parka, “Man I feel like a roasting Taun Taun in here.” Voy meanwhile kept his on. He felt like he was immersed in bath tub filled with ice. “What are you talking about,” he asked with a chill in his voice, “can’t you see my breath?” Voy deeply exhaled and saw what looked like smoke before his face. “Are you okay Nails?” Maik had a bewildered look on his face. “I think we should head back to the ship so you can lie down.” He turned to reopen the door but was stopped by R5. “He says that he can’t reopen it.” “Then I guess we should press on.” They continued to walk through the facility and were met by sealed doors except for one in each room. They eventually found themselves in a circular room encircled with eight chairs all facing the center. There was one door that led off the room to a long open catwalk that crossed a large chasm. Voy walked through the door and it slammed shut behind him. He was now standing on the walkway separated from his only companions by a solid durasteel door. He could barely hear Maik, on the other side, banging and trying to open it. Suddenly Voy thought he heard a voice calling from the other side of the catwalk. Slowly he walked into another circular chamber that was void of any light, save the faint red glowing objects that lined the walls. As soon as he reached the center of the room its door closed and the jewel in his ring began to glow. A woman dressed in white robes seemed to walk out of the wall across from him. Her eyes were covered under a hood that was pulled down over her eyes. In her hand was a metallic cylinder that looked like something that he had only heard about in rumors. “Who are you that you intrude upon this sacred ground?” Voy did not quite know how to respond. “My name is Voy Velkin and I was sent by Castino.” “What do you seek here, interloper?” Voy felt like he was talking to a preprogrammed messaging service. “I am seeking answers and a translation of my rings inscription.” “Prove to me your worthiness.” With a slight movement of her thumb and a snap-hiss she activated the yellow blade of her saber. Voy quickly drew his blaster and opened fire on what he thought was only a ghost. Seemingly without any effort she deflected his shots and sent them sailing into the glowing objects around the room. The shots caused each of them to shatter into shards of glass and wisps of red smoke. As the smoke dissipated he could have sworn that he heard faint screams emanating from each one. “Your simple weapon can’t harm me. Pick up a real weapon and prove that you are worthy of my knowledge.” Lying on the ground next to him appeared another lightsaber. Keeping an eye on his opponent, Voy slowly knelt down and picked up his new weapon. He ignited the weapon and was greeted by a white colored blade. He waved it around in front of himself to get the feel of it in his hand. When the hilt made contact with his ring, the glow from the stone seemed to dissipate and move to the blade which now had a violet glow. She suddenly advanced on him with her blade held high over her head. She closed the distance within nanoseconds and viciously brought the blade down on him. Without even thinking he parried the blow. Unexpectedly his body seemed to take over his actions without his brain telling it to react. He felt like he was just an observer of the fight between two expert duelist and not part of the fight. He began tiring of the physical exertion of the battle and his mind wandered to think of his friend that was stranded in a strange room that seemed to be reacting to them. Voy seemed to float away from his body, across the walkway over the chasm, and through the sealed door on the other side. He watched helplessly as his best friend in the galaxy was cut down by four archaic Droidekas. Anger flashed through his body and he was abruptly swept back to the duel with the hooded woman. He once more blocked an overhead blow from her and retaliated with a sweeping that bisected her at the mid section. Once his blade reached the opposite side of the woman’s abdomen she vanished. Through the cold sweat that was pouring down his face he found both of his hands empty. The room was as it was when he entered it a moment ago. With a deep sigh his body collapsed below him and the room around him went black. Black Lily II, Old Jedi Academy, Polar Region, Telos IV Scath landed his new pride and joy on top of the snowy plateau that once housed the Telos Polar Irrigation System. He wanted to land in the hanger to avoid the frigid cold, but the bay doors would not accept his access code. After the ship finished its initial shutdown sequence, they lowered the loading ramp and were greeted with a blast of artic air. After arriving in Dathomiri Space, Scath received an alert from the proximity alarm he had set at the old academy. He wanted to ensure the safety and security of the artifacts that were there. He maxed out the yacht’s hyperdrive to get to the planet. They walked to the access door that was on top of the plateau. Scath made a slight wave with his hand and the door opened. Through the Force he moved the internal release slightly. The door had been specially designed to open for any force user or someone who had the proper access key. Over time the mundane controls had fallen in disrepair to the point that only force sensitive individuals could open the door. As they walked in, the door sealed behind them and a chill ran down Scath’s spine. The chill was not from the artic air outside, but from the dark side energy that filled the once proud storehouse of artifacts. During his short stay at the Academy he felt the dark side eminating from the one area of the facility that he could not access, a meditation chamber that was across from the council chamber. He knew that there had to be something in that chamber that was giving off the malice and hatred that followed the dark side like a loyal pet. The overwhelming call to fall to the dark side is what ultimately led to him leaving his post and setting up the proximity alarms that called him back to Telos IV. This time it felt like the evil had increased in power and had the irresistible urge to strike out at anyone around him. “Is there something wrong Scath?” Joidu must have noticed the powerful tendency that was now practically controlling him. He stumbled a little and she grabbed his arm to support him and keep him from falling to the deck. “I’m sorry; I’m just a little light headed. It must have been the sudden change in atmospheric pressure.” He knew he was lying, but did not want to alarm his companions to his former life. “We should find out what tripped my alarms.” They ventured into the compound through the main entrance and found themselves in the main control room. Scath walked over to the circular terminal that was centered in the round room. From a under the right leg of his slacks Scath pulled out a small datacard that he stored in a concealed sown in pocket. He plugged into his new datapad and linked both of them into the ancient computer system. From the center of the circle of computer terminals a holo-graphic map of the compound appeared. On the map there were three red dots in a circular room near the center of the facility. These represented Scath and his companions. He then noted to in the council chamber ahead of them and one in the meditation chamber that had been locked off. Scath isolated the council chamber and the map was replaced by a live picture of young man with a closely cut hairstyle accompanied by an orange and yellow R5 astromech. The young man was feverously firing on the door with his blaster to no avail. “It looks like we caught up to our new friends. I can only assume that other life-sign reading is their partner in crime.” “Well let’s go see if ‘Digger’ needs some assistance.” Joidu pulled out her blaster and walked a head of the group into the council chamber. The scene was exactly as the security holocam had shown them. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to blast your way through.” She announced as she walked into the room. Maik, not expecting any company, wheeled around and fired at her. Scath reached out through the force and shoved her out of the way of the shot. His reaction time was fast enough to save her life but not fast enough for her to get away unscathed. The bolt lanced past her left arm, burning her sleeve and the skin beneath. He also ended up throwing her off balance sending her toppling over one of the empty chairs. The startled youth then turned his weapon towards Scath, only to have it yanked from his grasp by an invisible hand. The revealed Jedi stood there holding the blaster down at his side. “Enough with the foolishness boy, what are you doing here?” Scath tossed the weapon into the padded seat next to him and walked across to unarmed youngster. “You’re a Jedi! I thought your traitorous kind had been wiped out. You’re not supposed to be alive!” Maik stammered as Scath approached him. Fear was pouring off of him more fervently then the sweat off of his brow. This was added to by Joidu’s pain and anger for being shot. All of these adverse emotions were just feeding the hungry beast that is the dark side. It was taking its toll on Scath to control his anger and rage. He wanted to lash out and punish the boy for hurting his friend and for invading his hidden sanctuary. But he knew that that would only complicate the situation even more. “Just because I commune with the force does not mean I am a Jedi. I haven’t been a Jedi since before you were born.” Maik had backed away from Scath to the point of running into the sealed door behind him. Scath continued walking forward suddenly brandishing his Shoto-style lightsaber, ignited the magenta colored blade over his head and thrust it towards the boy. Maik jumped out of the way and the blade plunged into the durasteel. “What in the nine hells do you think you are doing?” Maik yelled at him from the floor. Scath made a large oval shaped cut in the door and deactivated the blade. “I’m trying to help your friend. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go collect him.” He then gave the cut section a push through the force and sent it flying into the chasm beyond. Slowly he stepped through the opening and walked across the catwalk. (To be continued…) -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 1/26 7:01am Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 1/19/09
	This is my 100th post on TF.N!!!!!! Enjoy!!!! Chapter 6 (continued) In the time that he had lived there, he was never able to open the door from the council chamber. He could not bring himself to cut it open like he just did; it just felt like the old Academy was trying to protect him from something. Now the life of another was added into the equation. He had no clue what state he was in all he knew is that as he moved closer to the mysterious room he was bombarded with waves of pain. As he walked up to the door he ignited his two Shotos and before he could plunge them into it the pathway before him opened. Lying on the ground just inside the door was the unconscious body of Voy. He scooped up the larger man in his force assisted arms and carried him back to the council chamber. When he reached the cut away door he could hear Joidu forcefully educating the young man in the process of identify his target before discharging a weapon. “Joidu quite scolding the lad and take this boy to the Citadel Station remnant. I have a friend there that runs the medical facility. Take Arfife Aytoo and Regeo with you on their ship, he’ll know where to go. We will catch up with you once we’re done down here.” Joidu took the limp body of Voy and started for the hanger. Scath could feel her concern for the boy well up inside her. But this concern had a different feel to it, it was a loving concern. Not like a sister or a mother to a brother or son, but one that came from a lover. He could not believe that he missed it before. She had been preoccupied the entire flight from the Core to here. He now realized that her thoughts had been on him. “Now wait one minute!” Maik found what little courage he had left to stand up against Scath’s command decisions, “If anyone is going with Voy its going to be me.” Scath turned and looked at the youngster with a raised eyebrow. He had to give it to the kid, he had some intestinal fortitude. Scath was certain that the lad’s parents, as loyal citizens of the Empire, had filled his head with the nonsense that Jedi were nightmarish creatures bent on destroying the galaxy. Even the museums depicted the former protectors of the Republic as monsters that were slain by the clone troopers of GAR. To him Scath was the ultimate manifestation of evil. “I don’t know what you have been taught son, but I am not your enemy. Voy, is that what you called him, is in very capable and caring hands. We need to reset the alarms you guys tripped.” Before Scath had even finished explaining what was going to happen, Joidu was back in the hanger tending to Voy while R5 was priming the engines. Scath took Maik back to the main control center and together they started reinitiating the security protocols to lock the facility down. This time Scath activated the facility’s self-destruct func-tion, should anyone break into the old academy it would be the last thing they ever did. “How did you guys get here? Who told you about this place?” “A guy named Castino told us that we could get a trans-lation and some directions here. He never told us that it was some Jedi’s home.” Suddenly Scath realized that they had all walked into a large trap. “We need to get out of here now.” Scath whipped out his comlink, “Joidu you guys need to get out of here and fast.” “What’s the rush, the engines aren’t…” Scath never heard the rest of Joidu’s transmission. The entire facility violently shook as if the entire plateau it was built into was about to erupt. “Joidu!!!!!” “We’re here, what in Palpatine’s backside was that?” Scath stretched out through the force and was suddenly stopped by an overwhelming dark energy. It could only be his old Master coming to teach him yet another lesson in avoiding traps. Crimson Arrow, Polar Region, Telos IV Castino sat at the controls of the Zealot’s personal Mindabaal Pleasure Yacht. His modified Y-wing was still docked on the underside of the Crimson Arrow from when they departed Tatooine. They had upheld their end of the bargain and waited for him; prior to joining them on board he received a message from each of his employers to go head and fulfill his mission. In order to do that he needed to find his old Padawan. His contact had told him that Scath was heading for Dathomir, but Castino knew that he would ultimately end up here on Telos. It was almost too perfect for two of his targets to be in the same place at once. He had fervently interrogated his new partners while they journeyed to the reconstructed planet. He separated them into their individual cabins and locked them away. After a day of complete solitude he attempted to forcefully extract the information that he was looking for from each in turn. Lylte Pilt and Sevie Storm turned out to be as clueless as he had expected them to be. Neither of them had any valuable information at all. If he was even remotely interested in their beauty he probably would have spared them, but human women disgusted him. When he walked into Pedee Buite’s cabin he could tell that she had heard their screams of agony. She begged him incessantly to spare her, promising him that she would do whatever he wanted. After a few minutes of being subjected to the electrical jolts of dark side energy that Castino exuded from his out stretched fingers she blacked out. He reached down and placed his massive hand on top of her head and closed his eyes. Immediately Pedee’s memories in the shape of images flashed against Castino’s closed eye lids. He concentrated on the specific information that he was seeking. Suddenly the image of Vlat’gar sitting on his “throne” with a beautiful young Erphae sitting next to him flashed before him. The wannabe gangster had the exiled heir to the throne of Vernet sitting next to him and did not have the slightest clue. In all of his visits to the Zeltron’s court his mistress had her face vailed and her identity was concealed. Castino saw the young lady in the cantina in Mos Eisley, but had no reason to connect her to Vlat’gar until now. He released the auburn haired woman and her limb body dropped to the floor where he left her. He would take care of her later. He now had the opportunity to fulfill his contracts with all of his employers in one foul swoop. Now he primed the main weapons of the yacht as he approached the plateau that was surrounded on the four corners by constructed spires. This place always brings back memories of the old Academy on Coruscant, that accursed palace of narrow-minded fools. Castino had been a historian for the Jedi who collected, examined, and cataloged found relics and artifacts. He had read the signs and felt the approaching tidal wave of change through the Force. He advised the council that getting involved in the Republic’s political crisis would bring down the entire order, but once again they refused to listen to an open mind. Through out the history of the Order there were those members that would speak out against the “wisdom” of the Masters. These knights would be shunned and given the stigma of being “Grey Knights”, those that refused to listen to the rules of the council. He now zeroed in on the vessel that his targeting computer identified as the Black Lily II that was sitting on top of the snow covered earthen table that housed the old Academy. He opened up with a fully charged salvo from the Crimson Arrow’s turbo-lasers and decimated the unshielded craft as he passed. He brought the yacht about and to see if there was anything left of the Baudo-class Star Yacht. Since there was nothing but smoldering rubble lying in the snow, he landed his new toy on top of it. He walked back to the cabins to ensure that his only surviving captive was still secure in her room. Disembarking from the yacht he took the former weapon of Darth Tyranus from his belt. He had found Count Dooku’s lightsaber amongst the rumble of the Confederation of Independent Systems flag ship that had crashed on Coruscant. The Jedi Council had dispatched him to investigate the remains of the ship for any potential Force artifacts. They did not want any unsuspecting civilians to come in contact with something that might cause them harm. As soon as he saw the blade he immediately recognized it. While he was examining it he came across the one crystal that was personally tied to Dooku. Once he handled it the Force immediately transported him to a planet that he recognized as Korriban, one of the many homes of the Sith. After he pieced the weapon together and modified it into a larger and longer blade, he left the Order and left for Korriban to find what the Force was leading him to. As he approached the main entrance he reached out his right hand and with the Force he caused the door to burst in on itself. He then proceeded down the stairway and found Scath and one of the two young men that found him on Tatooine walking out towards the main hanger. Castino lifted his blade above his head, activated it and hurled it right through the boy’s left leg. The young man’s limb fell to the ground severed at his mid-thigh. He slumped to the ground, unconscience, behind Scath, who had, faster then Castino’s eyes could track, turned and ignited his twin sabers. Castino’s oversized blade deflected off Scath’s crossed diminutive blades. Reaching out for the deactivated hilt to return to his outstretched hand, Castino gloated, “Your new friend seems to have lost his footing, my old Padawan.” To be continued... -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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Darth_Lexis Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 1/27 7:59pm Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 1/26/09
	Good Story CPL! Keep it up Soldier
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 2/3 10:00am Subject: RE: Journeyman Knights 1 - Revolution (OC / IT): Updated 1/26/09
	Thanks for the review Darth! Here is the next installment (sorry it is a day late) Chapter 6 (continued) Scath realized that his old teacher had decided to cut them down in cold blood too late to save the poor boy’s limb. “That was completely unnecessary, Castino. The boy was an innocent. Up until just now I thought that there was some shred of decency left in you. I see now that you have completely turned into one of the monsters you once hunted.” Scath had sparred with his old teacher several times during the years he was under Castino’s tutelage. Each of them knew the other’s strengths and weaknesses, when they were Jedi. Now each of them fights by different rules. Castino allow his anger, hatred, and passion to be victorious to control his movements. Scath was not able to feel his old master in the Force, but could feel the dark side energy of the fall Academy swirling around him. “I see that you are still fighting with those two youngling sized blades.” Castino laughed at him, “When are you going to realize that Master Yoda was wrong, size does matter.” He slashed wildly at Scath who parried and deflected him at every turn. Scath slowly backed down the corridor towards the hanger. He felt for the comlink attached to his vest through the Force and subtly activated it. Through a series of clicks he sent a message to R5-A2 to be ready to do a rapid extract, but to wait in the hanger for him. Castino swiped at Scath’s legs with his massive blade. Scath narrowly escaped the attack and somersaulted backwards deflecting Castino’s upward swing attempting to cleave him through the back. “Well I was always told that two was better then one.” Neither dualist seemed to have an advantage over the other. Scath was simply focused on survival and defense not attack. The furiously fought their way into the hanger where Scath’s old ship was hovering on repulsors and facing the open hanger bay doors. Scath did another reverse somersault landing on top of the disk-shaped craft and scrambled for the open top side hatch. He fell through the hole just as the ship blasted out of the hanger. Scath landed inside and immediately ran for the cockpit. Before he reached the pilots seat he opened up his datapad and sent a message to the Academy’s central computer to initiate the self-destruct sequence. He turned the ship around to ensure that Castino was not following him. As explosions erupted across the top of the plateau he blasted off out of the atmosphere. He quickly flew to the Citadel Station and landed in his own private docking bay. Joidu and him carried the unconscious Voy to a repulsorcart and pushed him to the medical facility. Scath’s friend met them at the door with a team of medical droids. He directed the droids to take him further into a secure area of the med-bay. “Don’t worry my dear we will take good care of him.” He said to Joidu as if she was Voy’s wife. “But you should let me look at your arm before you leave.” He walked over to Scath and put his hands on his shoulders, “I’ll contact you as soon as we know what is wrong with him. Then you can come and visit him.” He then gave him a slight kiss on the cheek and turned to go tend to the patient. Joidu, Regeo and Scath ventured to one of the many inter-system transports and headed for Entertainment Module 081. They all were hoping to get some much needed rest after visiting the Cantina for some essential food and spirits. As they walked into the only remaining “watering hole” on the station they passed a Herglic playing pazaak against a youngster dressed like a stereotypical Corellian. Next to the young man sat a beautiful young lady in men’s clothing that was vaguely familiar. Scath walked behind her and whispered, “Excuse me milady, but I think you’re wearing my pants.” She turned and he was suddenly looking into the unmistakable eyes of his former mistress. -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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