Jedi Academy Dorms Thread ver.7.0

*Yay! Juram's back! Sorry I went out of character guys, but I was slightly miffed about the eye-covering thing. I'm 14, and I know that sounds young I'm as mature as the rest of you (she says while throwing a tantrum) I mean, some of my best friends (also 14) are moms already. D'you think that just because I'm young... Okay, calming down, sorry. I'm going to play with my kitties to calm down.*

 

Warning...its a long post.

Sam was out on the ledge the moment the others exited the bathroom, of course she of the group had been chosen for this. Not that the others couldn?t handle it, it was just handier for her to do it. Zak was someone who would be noticeably missed, she on the other hand wouldn?t be. She was a businesswoman, only there because she hung on the arm of an ambassador. She pulled the hood of her jumpsuit down and fastened her night vid goggles on. She always loved a good plummet and took the final step from the ledge. She laughed, though hardly anyone would have seen her. The three fourteen transport arrived just as she expected it to, one of the few things that kept Courscant running was its transport system. Three fourteen was the one that passed close enough for her to hop off near the temple. Then it was a little tight rope walking and she?d be on the temple roof. Slowing her descent with the force she landed softly right on the top securing herself with safety lines she sat back enjoying the flight. She?d have to catch two sixteen to get back to the ball.

Her job was simple, gain access to the temple mainframe and any subsidiary systems so that Trina could keep an eye on things, both here and at the academy. ?Nasha,? she spoke softly.

?I?m here,? came the instant reply. ?Two sixteen is on schedule, you?ve got four minutes before you have to exit the building.?

?Acknowledged,? she replied laying flat against the hull of the transport. Funny how a girl can go from being a senators daughter to a spy, all in the course of a few months. It took five minutes to get from the celebration to the temple, four minutes in, and then she?d have to be back out to catch two sixteen back to the party. Its not like it was supposed to be hard or anything. Hopefully she wouldn?t miss the fireworks. Three fourteen slowed just on schedule and she slid her safety lines back into their pant pockets, spared a look at the tiny ledge she had to catch before she jumped.

Her fingers dug into the ledge as she pulled herself upward. Well?at least three fourteen was early. Two minutes to catch her breathe and make the wire across to the temple roof. Kirn and Terice were probably enjoying themselves, sipping at cocktails and chatting with dignitaries. While she was forced to walk a tight rope across Courscants traffic ways.

She was in a moment later waiting silently for the security cam to pass so she could move. Of course she could have taken the ventilation shafts, which would have been easier, but they didn?t have roof access. Funny how Jedi were paranoid enough to put up that precaution. Most thought roof access to the ventilation system was less likely to break in, actually that was the place most spies chose to enter through. The ground floor was much more noticeable. ?Three minutes,? Nasha mentioned.

Ventilation access was actually pretty close to the door, through a hatch partially concealed. Trin had pulled the readouts before they?d left. In a few moments time she was through the access port and down in the bowels of the temple. Two turns right at three intervals leads to a shaft down the main section of the temple towards the mainframe. Three access ports away from that, leads to the private stuff. She?d tagged the computers without trouble, the mainframe was actually her trouble. It took two precious minutes for her to get slice cleanly in. Something that usually would have taken a much shorter time. ?Time,? she asked.

?One minute,? Nasha replied. ?Still have the masters computers to tag.?

?I know,? she replied sliding back into the vent system. All this spelunking was tiring work, well sorta. Not as much work, as Rockken would have for them when they got back, or at least what he would?ve had. Twelve computer terminals for the masters, well the council ones. Two extras that she?d already tagged. The first eleven went without incident, but it was the last that surprised her. A small device was already in it, late model corellian by the looks of it. She grinned, ah

 

In defense of a couple of characters, the action of covering Ami and Stoagie's ears/eyes was probably as much being playfull/teasing as any real attempt to protect them from anything. This group thrives on practical jokes, teasing, competition, and wadgering. They're just having fun.

Fifteen year old having babies? Yeep, kids, today,...I feel old.

 

Just thought I'd check in again, knowing that a lot of people (me included) skip to the last page, and since I was the last one to post on the previous page I thought I should give the heads up.

Oh yeah, and Bump

 

*Yeah, Scruff, I know, and I'm sorry, I was having a rough day. Sorry you guys, I really do love ya.*

 

I go out of town for a couple days, come home expecting,...ok,..hoping to see a bunch of new posts......*sigh*

 

Shyeah, like i have anything to post.

 

Sorry, it's a long one.


It's amazeing what it feels like to be aroused from an unconsious state. It begins with sound, tiny ringings in the ears followed by garbled sounds of the surroundings. Voices sound as though they are being spoken through a large tunnel or tube. They overwhelm the ear, causeing a throbbing in the head. The gag reflex kicks in, and is automatically shut down, a throat full of vomit does not facilitate breathing. Then the pain starts...

The throb in the head becomes a dull ache, the limbs cry out in agony from unremembered abuse. every part of the phisical body is racked with pain, and one is hardpressed not to succumb to it. As your body screams, the eyes fight to open, to find the cause of the pain and erradicate it. The world becomes a bright blur...a tunnel of light. The eyes close, and reopen to a blurry world. It is this world that has just greeted Jagon.

"Wakey, wakey..."

The voice came from his left, just out of range to his impaired vision. He remembered little of the events leading up to his capture. The image of a dark man, the laughter in his ears as he was blanketed in darkness. His glasses had been removed, and the light was causeing him to blink ferociously.

"Wha..where...." He managed, he tried to use the Force to push away the pain, but to no avail.

"Don't worry about where your at, boy. Worry about whats going to happen to you." The speaker stepped in front of Jagon, and through his blurred vision he saw a tall, thin, presumably human figure. The bright light in the room cast long shadows, giveing the figure the illusion of being enormous.

"I...need a..glass of water.." Large lungfulls of air had cleared his head, and he was able to take in his surroundings easier. He was in a large white room, no other furniture was evident, save the chair he was in. A movement of his wrists told them that they were not tied down. A mistake someone would pay for. You did not tie down a threats hands, but he was more than threat.

"A drink of water, huh?" The figure answered. "I think I can arrange that."

The figure stepped to the side, and soon Jagon felt the cold glass in his hand. He lifted the glass to his lips, but was unable to drink. A blow to the side of his face spun his head around. Water flew through the air as the glass shattered on the floor.

Jagon lowered his head as he fought the urge to retch. He tasted the coppery taste of blood in his mouth and spat it on the floor. Touching his face, he felt where his teeth had almost cut through his lip. He spat again as he sat up.

"Thank you...I seem to have spilt my water, may I have another?" He said, feeling the stength flow back into his arms. "Sorry about the mess." He smiled, his teeth covered in blood.

"Another one? Sure, you can have another one.." The man laughed as he retreived another glass of water. "Here ya go.."

Jagon reached for the glass. As he did so, he spoke. "If you touch me again, I'm gonna kill you."

Jagon took the glass and raised it to his lips. He saw the man raise his fist, and waited for him to swing. In one movement, he blocked the blow and pulled the man closer by his sleeve. His other hand drove two fingers into his windpipe.

The man fell gasping to the floor, his hands covering his inopperative throat. A door slid open as Jagon drank what water had not spilt. He heard the sound of several blasters being drawn.

Jagon blinked as he heard the confusion, the turmoil. He had changed the variables. The captor's would have to evaluate what they did not know, not just what they saw. He had been the prey, but he had fought back. He cursed himself for wasting energy on his guard, but he now had his captor's undevided attention. A large human male approached him as several more drug the since deceased guard from the room.

"You shouldn't treat your hosts that way." He said, ramming the butt of the blaster into his forehead. "We may just take a dislikeing to you."

Two more thugs grabbed his wrists and secured them with binders. Jagon felt the wtness of blood oozi

 

Something was not right. They had searched for over an hour, trying to locate Jagon. All that they managed to find was the com device he had been wearing in his ear. Several of the group had even tried reaching out to him with the force, but something was blocking them. Finally, and reluctantly, they returned to the suite.

"Nasha, any luck scanning the holocams in this building or any others?" Cam spoke into the room.

"Nope. They must have moved him through maintenance corridors and other areas without security surveilence. Of course, when he was taken, I was busy helping Sam."

Cam scanned the faces in the room. While not everyone wore their emotions on their faces, he could feel the concern coming from them. First someone took a shot at Jagon, then a botched invasion of the suite, now a team member was missing. No one would sleep well for what remained of the night.

 

Keez sat in silence, watching the surveilence tapes from the ball. He rested his head on his hand as the scenes changed from one to the other. There had to be something, something that had been missed. Something that would help locate his friend. It had grown late, and the only noises were the quiet snoreing of Stoag and the small noises that Zak was makeing. The wolfman had been issued a blaster, and he dutifully cleaned it. None of them were in very high spirits since the dissapearance of Jagon.

His eyes begged to be allowed to sleep, but if Jagon was still alive, then someone would have to find him, sleep could wait.He wiped his hand across his forehead and turned his attention back to the screen. Useing a Force calming technique, he panned slowly through the images. Nothing...not a shadow out of place, no time slips in the recording, nothing.

"How many times are you gonna look at that?" Zak asked, placeing his blaster on the nightstand. "Theres nothing there."

"As long as it takes," Keez answered, his lekku twitching. "This is all we have right now."

"We'll find him, Keez." Zak said. "And when we do, we're gonna put a serious hurting on who took him."

"Don't let anger blind you, Zak." A voice from the doorway said. As they turned they saw Cam standing there in a robe. "It isn't the Jedi way."

"I know, sir. It's just the fact that someone took him right from under our noses." Zak said looking at the floor. "He was our friend, and he never would let us come to harm."

Cam walked into the room and sat next to Zak. He placed his hand on his shoulder, and shook his head. "I know, but Jagon disobeyed an order, and he is in trouble now."

"He did it because he thought that one of us was in trouble, and I can't say that I wouldn't have done the same thing." He continued. "I'v seen him bend over double to help one of you, and he did it because he knew that in the same circumstances, you would do it for him."

"Do you remember, Zak, while we were training, you were afraid of heights?" Keez said, turning in his chair. "He worked with you until you could repell down the tower at the compound?"

"Yeah," Zak answered. "He would tell me 'just look at me, I won't let you fall'"

"And the time he helped me with my lightsabre?" Keez said. "I would have cut my head off if he hadn't."

"He's helped you guy's out," Cam said getting up. "Now help him by getting some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us."

As he exited the room he turned to them, a look of dire seriousness on his face. "We are not leaving this hellhole of a planet without him."

 

In response to Amidala Herself , I am thirteen. And to everyone else, especially Scruff I have not lost interest, I am only lost -- I have no idea what classes are like at the Jedi Academy, and I feel like all the action is somewhere other than my characters are, and as a result, I feel as though I am in no position to post. I'd appreciate any help at all.

 

*Sorry about that, Red. Alot of us have been working on this mission thing for a while, and it's just a big thing to tackle. It can be hard just jumping into a already existing story, I know...I did the same thing here.

There will be plenty of opportunity to get into the action, I promise. Just give us some time to get things cleared away.

There are still plenty os characters at the Academy still, so i would suggest getting with those writers and working something out. we're busy, not ignoreing you, so bear with us please.

 

I was going to send a private message, but others may benefit from this as well. Way back when, most of the story did take place on Yavin IV, in and around the academy. But, since we are dealing with Jedi, sometimes missions come up requiring a few to go somewhere else. Some of us have our characters tied up elsewhere, and a few writers have been very busy with real life, and unable to post as often. Classes at the academy include the basic academic courses: math, science, etc..and eventually Jedi classes, such as diplomacy, alien languages and customs,..survival skills, first aid,..then the fun stuff like levitating rocks,.various abilities,..acrobatics,..and for the advanced-lightsabres! Hope this helps.

 

The morning sun climbed lazily above the purple savannahs of Dathomir. As the warm sunlight chased away the dew, the village came to life. The group of Jedi ate a light breakfast and bade farewell to their hosts. Talon's new ship, the TIE Phantom piloted by Kara and Kristy, and the landing craft from Draco's ship lifted into the sky.

Once the landing craft was safely aboard the Dreadnaught, a return course was laid in for Yavin IV. Before entering hyperspace, Scruff had sent a message to Luke Skywalker, informing him that they should arrive by noontime. He watched Azanti as she got better acquainted with their new son. He smiled to himself as he thought that she might just make a good mother after all.

 

Red,

Although I have 4 of my main characters (Don't even start Obi. ) on there way back to the Academy, I still have a fearsome looking but gentle Battledriod and a knowledgable but mischevious Ewok Force Mage running around the academy. Hopefully when we all get back to the academy we can get things rolling again.

Genius!!!!!!!! WHAZZZUP!!!

 

The morning started with a small chime signaling that someone waited at the entrance to the suite. Zak moved from his place in the conversation, a brainstorming session regarding the search for Jagon, and activated the small screen that showed the hallway. A man, dressed in Republic Police Force officer uniform, stood at the door.

"It's the Fuzz," he said to the group, who hastily hid weapons drawn from the "Diplomatic Pouch". When all were out of sight, he straightened and opened the door.

The officer politley introduced himself, and asked to speak to The Princess Tiera. Zak led him to the common room, where Kirn sat, her hand under a pillow that no doubt hid a weapon of some kind.

The officer bowed his head, and Introduced himself again. He then aked if anyone had seen her bodyguard.

"He dissapeared while were being entertained at the diplomatic ball last night." She answered. "I had assumed he was with the other servants at the engagement."

The officer cleared his throat. "He never returned here...none of you saw him after the ball?"

"No," Cam answered, his comment backed up by the shaking heads of the rest. "Why?"

"At around 0600 this morning, several employees of a nightclub across the street from the establishment in question found what appeared to be a human hand buried under the garbage heap located in the alley adjacent to the convention center." The officer explained. "When police arrived, we uncovered a body. It was carrying identification, that's why I'm here."

Cam moved towards the officer, his eyes scanning the room. "You found identification, what does that mean?"

"The body had identification, this identification identified the body as the bodyguard to Miss. Tiera."

There were several gasps. Cam lowered his head. Kirney's eyes grew wide, and settled back to a normal state quickly. "This is impossible."

"No, ma'am, we checked holocam records from your arrival, the features on the body are congruent with his appearance. It appears he was shot in the back of the head with a "needle beamer". I'm sorry." The officer answered. "I have been sent to escort someone back for a positive ID of the body, and to take statements from all of you."

 

It was quiet in the suite as the officer took thier statements. Noone dared utter a negative phrase, and the room had become suddenly very stuffy. Kirn figgeted in the common room as the officer spoke to them all in turn, and then her. After the statements, he asked who would like to come to the coroner's office for the ID.

"I'll go," Cam said, his face was devoid of emotion. The others sat and looked to one another. Finally, Keez took the ball.

"I'll go, too."
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The coroner's office was a large building, located west of the hotel. The two of them sat in silence as The officer piloted the patrol vehicle, the ride seemed to take forever. Cam's mind poured over the events of the morning, and in reflection, he was disgusted beyond belief.

How could this be happening, how can such an easy mission go so wrong? He thought as the car navigated early morning traffic. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

The aircar came to an abrupt halt in front of the Coroner's office, and the officer opened the door for them. They were guided through the security measures, and a Tynann doctor greeted them in the hallway.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Thoran, Cheif Medical Examiner, " He reached his flipper like hand towards them, and each shook it. "If you'll follow me, we'll get this over with."

They were led down a hallway, stark white, with strange equipment filling every corner. Numbered doors lined it's walls. The smell of antiseptics and the slight odor of decay filled the air. Keez absent-mindedly scanned the doors, wondering what types of things took place behind them. He shook his head to clear some of the images he condured up.

"This is where we store most of our unidentified bodies," the doctor motioned towards a large metal door. "We have alot of them, unfortunately."

The door was opened, and they were led to a bank of cubicles set into the wall. The doctor placed his hand to a panel and uttered a security clearance. A cubicle opened, the hiss of cryogenic gasses expelled into the atmosphere of the room, was followed by the fog produced by those gasses. A platform slid out, and Keez fought the urge to vomit. A polimer shrouded body lay on the cold surface. The doctor began to uncover the head of the body.

"I apologize, it's not very pleasant."

Cam gulped as the face was revealed. Keez turned quickly. It was Jagon.

'You can see...here where the beam caught him, between the occipitals," the doctor explained, useing his finger to point out the wound. "The bruises on his chest and back indicate blunt trauma, he was beaten before he died."

The doctor carefully covered up the corpses face, and closed the cabinet. "We are waiting on some labs to come back, so we can begin the autopsy. You are welcome to what we have, though." The doctor explained. "If you'll follow me, I can download the report onto your friend's datapad."

 

Keez panned through the information the doctor had given them. DNA tests, descriptions of the scene, the coroner's initial report. His eyes were heavy, and he still had the urge to vomit. He had just seen the best friend he had ever had lying, cold and lifeless, on a coroner's table. He was shaken to the core.

"I'll tell everyone," Cam said as the patrol car took them back to the hotel. "You can help everyone deal with it."

Keez was only half listening, his eyes glued to the screen of his data pad. He was seeing some things he shouldn't. Something wasn't right about the report. He continued to reread the information. A block from the hotel, he figured it out.

"Keez, are you listening to me?"

"It wasn't Jagon."

"What?" Cam asked, his face screwed up into his confused face. "We just left the coroner's office. He was laying there with a hole in his head."

"And I'm telling you, it wasn't Jagon

 

I'm just going to wait for prophet to post.

 

That was a short post RT, sure you don't want to write more?

 

Cam had gathered everyone in the common room and described what had happened. Several gasped as he recounted the grisley scene at the coroner's office. He then told of the ride back, and Keez's revelation. The sceptisism of the group immediatley reared it's ugly head.

"Maybe he's just grasping at straws," Zak said, "he was closest to Jag, maybe it's just a friend not wanting to let go."

"Come off it, Zak," Sam interjected, "he was our friend, too. Maybe he is grasping at straws, but it's better than admitting defeat."

This was met with approval, and soon Keez appeared, datapad in hand. He waited as grunt trundled along beside him. The droid cam to a creaky halt, and stood motionless. "Alright," Keez said to the group, "As you know, Cam and I visited the coroner's office today."

He moved to stand next to the large projection screen. He opened a small access port on the droids side and pull what appeared to be a small port connected to a wire, this he plugged into the projecter screen. He cleared his throat as a image appeared there. It showed what appeared to be a large glob of grey gelatin, with rocks floating in it.

"This," he indicated the screen, "is a healthy human white blood cell. Irregular, nucleated, it is the defense cell of the human body. The keystone to the immune system."

"The only blood cell that has a nucleus, the brain of the cell where the chromosomes themselves, containing DNA, are stored. " the image on the screen changed. "This is a damaged strand of DNA, you can see the gaps in the chain here......here and here." The image on the screen went blank. Keez continued to speak to them, his hands moveing with his words. "As you know, when someone has been attacked with Force lightning, it damages the cellular makeup of the individual, causeing a kind of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. "

"This is typically treatable with Bacta, but the antibodies the body produces to fend off mutated cells remain, even as the cells ae destroyed. Blood samples taken afterwards will always have these antibodies, and possibly a number of the damaged white blood cells."

At thia point, Cam raised his hand. "Keez this is all great and all, but what does it have to do with anything?"

"I'm getting there,"Keez answered as another image appeared on the screen. "This is Jagon's DNA, mapped out useing an electroponic technique. You can see the damaged areas here and here. Eight months ago, dureing the attack by Kane on the Academy, Jagon was attacked with Force lightning. It caused some damage to his cells reflected in this sample taken by the medic droids back home."

"This is the sample taken by the coroner's office. The damaged areas do not appear here."

Kirn raised her hand. "You said that the body develops antibodies to destroy the bad cells, how do we not know that all the cells weren't destroyed. That would explain the lack of damaged chromosomes."

"That's true, but analysis of the blood samples taken from the corpse of "Jagon" do not have these antibodies." Keez answered. "They aren't in the blood samples or any of the tissue cultures."

"So," this was Terice, "the body isn't Jagon's, who's is it?"

"A clone."

The group muttered for a moment, alowing what was just said to sink in. The impact of this changed eveything. If thier enimies here could develop a clone to throw them off of their trail, it would be easy for them to keep Jagon in a location where he could not be felt through the Force.

Keez called for quiet. "I have, with Nasha's invaluable help, created a listing of Labs involved in legal cloning procedures, and came up with three that match the criteria for producing something of this magnitude. Apparently, the sample used as a base was taken from the ID Terice drummed up for him. She used the old medical reports from before the attack. I'm sure that at one of these facilities, we can find some answers as to where Jagon is being held."

 

I"m so glad to see things haven't changed since I had to make an untimely exit, Electrodynamics and Metaphysics were calling my name and I had to attend to them first. Talon How's it going buddy

Juram stepped off his craft and set the auto-pilot to orbit the small moon, it had been nearly a year since leaving the one place that he felt he belonged. His heart and mind took him on some deep space "shipping" missions with Krelo and Kresa, but that lost its thrill after a while and he yearned for an academic environment. This was just the place...

Juram walked toward the Master's office as for readmittance to the academy to complete his training. He pushed the door open...

"I've been expecting you...", Master Luke quipped.

"I'm sure you have, and I was hoping you'd allow me to return to my studies." Juram replied. His voice slightly trembling, his anticipation was palpable.

"There may be a slight problem with 'studies', considering your level of committment to the intellectual arts...I will allow you to stay and finish your training. On the subject of studies, I believe you would be better served as a Teaching Assistant. You will take on the class loads of our more over worked masters.", the Master spoke with conviction, as if there were no other options.

"Master Luke I...", before he coudl finish he was interrupted.

"You will be ready to teach field theory and higher dimensional mathematics next term, and also an analytical chemistry course, these are your class lists," handing Juram a piece of paper, "and I've circled those students that I believe will be...'challenging'" The Master returned to his desk.

"Master, as honored as I am, I would like to concentrate on..."

"Your studies...not used to people finishing your sentences are you? Juram, when under pressure and when focused on other tasks is when you make the most progess. I've seen it. Now IG-64 will show you to your quarters." Master Skywalker gestured to the door.

"Thank you Master, I will do my best." Juram said and with that he left to seek out IG-64 and return to his home.

Walking across campus had his mind reeling wth memories...Amber, Krelo(what was it about redheads), the virus, the compuond, all the memories of the past, and some slight intimations of things to come... he was lost in his train of thought when suddenly....

sorry for the lengthy post, it was my intro...and for those that don't remember that's the way we used to keep people involved (when suddenly...), Whoever wants to add on to my little line, feel free I don't mind, I'm fairly flexible

 

**Warning** Following this will be a monster post! Huge! Gigantic! It involves Sabina's feelings toward Jagon and Cathy's past history. If you don't want to read about that, skip it! Please. I don't want to bore anyone. BTW, yes, I'm back. For how long, I don't know, but I am caught up.
~Cat

**End of transmission**

 

A little later, Sabina came over to where Cat was doodling on a notepad and sat down. "Got a few minutes?"

Cathy grinned. "For you, anything! What's up?"

Sabina cleared her throat and figited a little. She looked around to make sure no one else could hear them. "Okay Cat, the thing is?I've been writing some music. You know, in my spare time? Anyhow, I wrote a song for Jagon, and I was wondering if you'd listen to it? I know you'd give me your honest opinion about it and-''

Cathy cut her off. "Of course! I'd love to hear it!"

Sabina smiled and took out a notepad of her own. She began to sing.
"Open up your heart, and you'll see
What I really feel
Open up your heart and you'll see
Who I really am
Open up your heart
And let me in
I've found my someone,
My search is done
Open up your heart and you'll feel
The way I feel
The end of my loving you
Is like the end of a wheel
Open up your heart
And let me in
I'll be here for you
'til the light gets dim
Open up your heart and you'll see
Pure is love."

Cathy smiled and clapped quietly. "So, what did you think?" Sabina asked.

"Well?I loved hearing you sing, you've got a great voice! But, it could use some instruments, and some back up. Also, I wasn't sure about one line?something about a wheel? It doesn't fit as well." Sabina shrugged. "One more thing?it kind of ends abruptly. You should try to make it more smooth. But, none of this is what you want to hear, right? You want to hear what I think Jagon will think of it." Sabina laughed, but didn't say anything. "I really don't know, Bina. I don't know how he'll react to the fact you said 'I love you' or even how he personally feels about you personally. I'm an expert on everything else except for the workings of the heart. What's going on with you two lately?" Sabina looked to the ground. "Obviously something is up or you wouldn't have written this song. I know you, Bina. What's up?"

Sabina looked up at Cathy with tears in her eyes. "I don't know! I mean, I don't know what's going on with him. You'd think that the moment he got away from his barracks that he'd want to spend at least SOME time with me. He has kind of been blowing me off. He's acting so strange. Maybe he doesn't like me as much as he used to."

"How about spicing up your wardrobe a little?" Cathy suggested, looking over Sabina's outfit.

Sabina laughed softly. "Cat, I wear your clothes more often than my own. He's rarely SEEN me in my own clothes! Maybe it's because I am different. I mean, he's bound to notice sooner or later that I wince every time we touch. Even him taking my hand is painful! I tried to explain it to him once or twice, but it was too complex. The same way he tried to explain a little bit about himself and his?problems, but I didn't understand either. Maybe I'm boring him."

"Bina, that's not even possible! You are so smart! You know the current events before they are even current. You read your textbooks front to back and back to front, practically memorizing them and you have a great sense of humor!"

"Just because you think some of what I say is funny, doesn't mean I'm making a joke, Catherine Summersky. Anyhow, I don't really talk about school stuff with him. Or politics and current events?even though I do most of the talking."

Cathy crinkled her forehead. "What do you talk about then?"

"Well, we talk about what YOU talk about. Half the time, I just repeat the things you've told me the day before or earlier in the day. All the boys pine after you, so why shouldn't he be interested in all that?" Sabina shrugged and Cathy raised her eyebrows.

"Don't try to complement me in the middle of a relationship diagnosis. Just because guys fall all over me some of the time doesn't mean they are the RIGHT guys. AND, that doesn't mean that Jagon doesn't want you to have a head of your own on your shoulders. I mean, if he wanted to talk about me all date, wouldn't he be dating me?" Cathy grin. Sabina didn't say anything. "Rule number 1 billion and twenty of dating: be

 

"That's not the only thing their cloning," Trina's voice brought the group about. Her hair was still the dark red from the night before though she had changed back to being human. "Nasha bring up the readings you just showed me."

The holo unit activated and a revolving image of a chimera chip popped up. "This is the chip we extracted from Death Walker early this morning. Notice something about it?"

"Well its biological," Terice commented and then tilted her head to the side looking at something. "What the hell is that."

"Now I know I've seen that before," Nat commented after a moment of examination of the image. "If the files on Chimera were correct you tried to integrate Zabrack DNA into the chip structure making it more durable. But produced units that either grew to fast or were vegetables by the end of maturation."

"Exactly," Trina answered.

"The chips were designed for human hosts though," Kirn added. "That isn't a chimera grade chip."

"I know, which is why I said that wasn't the only thing they were cloning."

"What does this have to do with Jagon," Keez asked.

"An associate of mine had access to the cororners office this morning when 'Jagon' was found. She found one of these already integrated into his neural structure. The reason he looked the way he did was because his exploded."

"If it exploded how would you know it was there," Cam asked.

"Because the neural tendrils would still be intact, enough to find it in an autopsy. They also leave a distinct signature when using a medical scanner," Sam answered. "Which is how Xonia knew we were here. The medical scanner's ability can be modified to fit in an average run of the mill scanning device."

"Sith," Kirn muttered striding over to the balcony doors. She lit a ciggara and stood there for a moment. "It means she knows were in this room right now. And knows everything we did last night."

"Wait a minute," Sam exclaimed. "Any of those cloning centers a subsidary company to Xonia's." Then she frowned.

"You got the inkling I just got," Terice commented.

"What's that," Cam asked watching the two girls reactions to the same thought.

"Someone wants us to go after Xonia," Kirn answered for them. "While he's safely hidden. Xonia is probably one of a few trusted associates that have actually seen him." She let a small smoke ring float from between her lips. "Which means he'd use one of her facilities and us to take her down."

"Tying up loose ends," Terice finished.

"What about the jedi temple taps," Sam asked.

"Silent," Nasha answered. "Xonia left this morning on a flight bound for the cooperate sector. I checked everything on that flight, no bodies were hidden in there. Meaning Jagon's still on this planet. And we as dignitaries can't stay any longer. Parties done, we have no reason to be here. At least no one beyond Kirney. And she only long enough to collect the body and head home."

"So how do we stay long enough to find him," Stoagy asked.

"Give me a couple hours," Trina remarked. "Don't do anything to tip our hand just yet."

"What about Death Walker," Kirn asked.

"He's resting," was all Trina would comment on it.