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Post by flmldm on Aug 19, 2006 17:16:37 GMT -5
At this time of hunting, several Jedis scattered across the galaxy were hiding and being very secretive about their activities so to not raise any suspicions that the Clone Search Squads or bounty hunters would know about. The hideout Jedi’s chose to wait in could be at a great distance of the main cities of a planet.
Deep in the ruins of Ankara on Felucia, several days away from any nameable city on the surface of the planet, a jedi master was conducting a harsh training for his pupil. The young Ferus Olin was practicing with the Force for the fourthieth day, obeying whitout complaint to every aspects of his mad master’s training program. Halagad Ventor was a harsh teacher and was more preoccupied with the forging of a strong endurance rather than developping any real feat of mental manipulation with the Force. Having lost all of his limbs at least once, he had dedicated more his body than his soul through his jedi duties. Sitting on the throne of the ancient Galesh kings, Halagad was meditating while his pupil swam several laps in an ancient and somptuous snake basin.
Climbing out of the basin, Ferus took two several steps forward before crumbling on the ground.
-I’m done, master, he sighed.
-Excellent. We will be leaving the Galesh kingdom soon and going back on the desert. This'll be the last day we’ll spend entombed in here. Of what I've heard, there should be very few Galakians left on the way to the cities.
At that time of year, the entire Galakian population was said to be in far away craters for winter. They couldn’t risk hiding behind the trees any longer for a once in every 3 months Jedi meeting would be held in a few days. The best way to know the location of the next meeting was to attend the previous one since Jedis travelled and resettled a lot on different planets, thus making communication difficult.
What was slowing them down was the Galakians. They had a rare gift from the Force and it was found in almost every member of the race. They could sense with great acuity the presence of one gifted with the Force. That quality was unknown to Halagad until two months ago. One day, he was found by a Galakian and although he kept fleeing deeper in the jungle, a group of them consistently kept finding his hideouts. He was forced to strike down and pursue each of them.
The master and his pupil were trapped for two months there, daring not make their presence known in the Galakian lands.
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Post by Flax on Aug 19, 2006 19:47:01 GMT -5
The greenish world filled the cockpit of the Dawning Star as soon as she left hyperspace, it was Felucia, just like he remembered it. A short time had elapsed since his last visit, yet this time everything was different. Lost in his memories he did not notice the two warning lights blinking on the topmost panel, his co-pilot cursed in his native tongue, Trent had never bothered to learn the language of the sullustans, so all meaning was lost to him.
“Nien” he said to the co-pilot and technician “go check that out, and wake up the general.”
Nien simply nodded and left the bridge. By the time the republic cruiser had entered the atmosphere of Felucia the warning lights were off and the “general” had arrived on the bridge. She sat down at Nien’s station, beside him.
“Is everything alright Trent?” Behind the concern he noticed, as always, that she had not gotten used to his face. He understood perfectly well, he wore the face that had murdered all off her friends, he wore the face of those who had destroyed all that she cared about. Every time he asked himself how could she bear his presence?
“Yes ma’am, we are nearing the coordinates you gave me.”
“Trent, we’ve been over this, I’m not your superior anymore, and we aren’t part of the army anymore.”
“Sorry, but the army is all I know.” He was not very good at adapting to his new life, not good at all. “Do you think he is really here?”
“I sure hope so, but it could be a trap.”
“Either way, I’ve got your back.” He got up as he spoke those words, giving his place to Nien who had just entered the bridge and headed to his quarters. Out there, on the planet, he would finally be in his element, out there life was simpler. “I have an easier time dealing with life and death situation than with that woman” he mused. Once in his quarters, which doubled as an armoury, he picked a repeater, a few grenades, a blaster pistol, a pair of vibroblades and after putting on his repainted armor, he took a portable scanner. The ship landed as he meet up with Elani and they both stepped out of the Dawning Star together into the lush jungle of Felucia. Nien would take of the ship in their absence, but left this way the ship would be too obvious. Elani had a similar train of though, as she used her powers to cover the craft with a dense canopy.
The both started into the jungle and into the unknown.
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Post by flmldm on Aug 19, 2006 23:52:17 GMT -5
Halagad and Ferus left the Galesh monument at dusk and took off into the jungle until they reached it's edge on the desert. They uncloaked their speeder, embarked in it and bursted towards the empty horizon.
They travelled during four hours across the desert, speeding by dunes and rock formations. The Galakians were the only predators in this vast land. Beasts were thought to have deserted the region or been extinct with the hunting of the Galakians. With the landscape devoid of any life, the trip seemed endless and uneventful, until something put a violent stop to it.
Their speeding suddenly halted when an ion blast coming from a side hit the front of their speeder, making it crash in the sand and slide up to 50 yards away. The Jedis jumped out of their speeder, lit up their sabres and blocked several more blasts towards their assaulters, who were shooting from an opening in a rock formation and from higher positions. They quickly fought their way closer to the rocks and Ferus blocked a blast, killing the attacker in the opening, while Halagad lifted up in mid-air two more attacking from below and made them break against the hard rocky wall behind them.
Recovering from the action, they suddenly realised that movement could be heard in the opening of the rock. Halagad, in a hand gesture to Ferus, insisted on leading them through it. Upon entering a luminous cavern, Halagad lifted his arm and made the fleeing attacker freeze instantly before he had the chance to disappear in another pathway. He then walked in front of him, paused and said in his hard and insisting voice.
-You will compensate for our transport, or repair it.
The dark and hard skinned humanoid, looking him in the eye, could hardly bare his insistence and the glow in the Force he was emiting. Never had a Galakian felt the presence of the Force so strongly.
-I will show you a speeder, let me go.
The Galakian, freed and able to move again, marched towards the exit and waited on the Jedis to follow him.
After having walked several yards away, he marched up a dune and stopped to look back on the Jedis.
-I sense his trickery in the Force, said Ferus.
-Very good Ferus, he is leading us to more raiders of his group, said Halagad.
They followed him, down from the sandy dune, along the massive rock formation to reach it's other side. The Jedis, patiently awaiting their agressors, kept their eyes on the deceitful Galakian. When finaly near the corner of the wall, they lit up their sabres while the Galakian jumped on his feet and ran around the rock until they couldn’t see him. Approaching cautiously the wall, they peaked around it and saw to their amazement a huge Felucian Battle tank aiming at them. Quickly reacting, they leaped back to avoid its destructive ion blast that made a portion of the rock crumble to the ground, leaving them yet again visible to the battle tank. Whitout a single hesitation, Ferus and Halagad both simultaneously avoided a second blast leaping sideways towards the tank, then jumped high in the air and landed right on its front panel. Doubling the trouble, a group of Galakians came running from the other end of the wall shooting with massive particle blasters that caused a hard recoil when the sabres blocked them, making the reflection less precise. Halgalad jumped off the tank as quickly as he could while Ferus, handling his sabre downwards, stabbed the cockpit with his sabre.
Blocking to the right, blocking to the head, Halagad lifted his arm and let out a web of lightning that struck the five Galakians, who trembled uncontrollably and fell to the ground. He turned quickly around and yelled to his pupil: "Ferus, stop it, we need that tank !"
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Post by Flax on Aug 20, 2006 23:37:09 GMT -5
“This is interesting” noted a neutral male voice.
“Yes, it seems we are on the right track, definitely the work of another Jedi” responded a measured female voice.
“I’d say two judging by these footprints, but what caused those burn marks on these corpses?” inquired the first voice.
“Let me see… wait… no, it can’t be… I can’t believe it!”
“What’s wrong?”
“We’ll just have to ask them later on.”
“Alright, it seems as though they found some more efficient transportation, the tracks end here.”
“Sithspawn! We’ll never catch up to them on foot!”
On board the Vindicator, orbiting Felucia, these words brought a wide smile to captain Lascan.
“Excellent! Most excellent!... Lieutenant, has our agents on the ground made sure that the problem of those two would be remedied?”
“Aye sir, two speeder bikes have been repainted and modified to look local, we are positive that it should fool even the ARC.”
“Good, then everything is proceeding along nicely. Let us see how they are doing.”
“Aye sir!”
“Well that is convenient, what are those two speeder bikes doing here?” noted the female voice.
“It seems as some of the locals were cut down running for these bikes, so we can assume they had been stashed here as a mean of escape” responded the male voice.
“Normally I’d say that was improbable, but after what they done to some of the locals back there, I’d not put it past those two…” acknowledged the female voice in a placid tone. “Now of all times it is important not to stray from the path…” she muttered.
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Post by flmldm on Aug 22, 2006 0:09:05 GMT -5
Roaming through the Galakian country, the Felucian Battle Tank was put at full throttle by its two riders. -Those Galakians ambushers will think twice before shooting through some holes, said Halagad.
-This engine is so powerful, we're not going any slower than a speeder, said Ferus, surprised.
-I don't think those Galakians were just guarding that area. Either they were waiting for us or something else justifies their presence and their military equipment.
-It could be tribal wars. A lot of Factions have been known to wage war against one another.
-Maybe, we'll be shooting too then.
Halagad and Ferus were cruising in the direction of the south pole, a minus 45 degrees region which only habitation was a secret underground outpost owned by the Jedis. The remnant Jedis' meeting would be held there.
As the sun came down on the deserted plane, Ferus lay down in the back of the cockpit and rested, feeling a little easier knowing that most harm could come from them.
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Post by Flax on Aug 23, 2006 1:49:47 GMT -5
It took only a few hours for the speeder bikes to overtake the felucian battle tank, while the tank was fast, the speeder bikes were much faster. During these hours of travel, Trent thought things through; he could no help but feel that something was very wrong with this situation. As the hours passed, his doubts only increased; the bikes were simply performing much too well for their run downed appearance, furthermore, they almost seemed familiar, somehow. It was only with the tank in sigh that an answer dawned on him. He could no believe he had not noticed before, but these speeder bikes were BARC speeders, built for the ARC troopers first and then deployed for the rest of the grand army of the Republic second. This could only mean…
Trent’s train of thoughts was interrupted by the howling of four Republic attack gunships coming up on their rear, the first two passed them in order to get to the tank while the two rearmost craft engaged the two speeder bikes, spewing high intensity laser beams. He had no time to see what Elani was up to as he strayed from the tail of the tank, weaving and dodging each blasts. It was after the gunship on his tail made its first pass that he finally got the opportunity to retaliate. The craft had considerably lowered its altitude for its strafing run and instead of climbing back up into the air; the pilot took his craft behind a rather larger dune. The next thing Trent knew, he was face to face with the heavily armed craft and the sky lit up all around him. In response Trent took out his blaster pistol all the while dodging blast from lasers and missiles at an increasingly high speed. A few seconds later he was climbing the dune and in the air, not too far under the gunship, it was then he shot the gunship with the ascension gun attached to his pistol.
Moments later he was under the wing of the craft, beside a small contingent of clone troopers, he swung his repeater to bear before any of them could react and fired coldly on his “brothers”. Four of them fell to the barrage before any sort of response came, three shots came at him, the first two missed, the third caught him in the thigh and was partly absorbed by his excellent armour. The troopers never got the chance to fire another shot as they were mowed down to the last man. Ignoring the pilot’s vain attempts to knock him off the craft, Trent easily hoped in the troop cabin and checked their altitude, they were high enough. The vibroblade caught the pilot in the neck, ending his life in one swift blow, but the gunship was going down fast and Trent almost failed to take over the controls in time. With the craft under his control, Trent threw out the dead pilot and assessed the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Elani was fighting her own battle against the gunship pursuing her. Yet, this pilot was proving to be much more cautious and kept his altitude all the while making a few short attack runs. Most of the fire targeting Elani was from the rifles of clone troopers in the troop compartment, many of them were harmlessly deflected by the Jedi’s lightsaber. She knew she could not deflect and evade the attacks forever; she had to find a way to take out the gunship, quickly. Trusting in her powers, she pushed the repulsor drive on the bike to its full power and locked it in place, then tumbled off her vehicle and rose defiantly at the gunship bearing down on her. The bike was almost half way up to the attacking craft, reaching into the force, Elani helped it get the rest of the way. The bike was now an extension of her person, as much as her hands or her saber, and she thrust it, much like a spear, into the incoming aircraft. At the last moment the pilot tried to veer out of the way, but it was too late, and the pilot’s cabin was impaled by the four and a half meter speeder bike. This didn’t stop the craft’s dedicated gunners from trying to get in a shot on the girl who had just made sure they would die in a few moments. Most shots went wide due to the crafts jittering and last second attempt to get out of the way, but the Jedi, distracted by the ordeal of impaling a ship, could not block the shot that hit her in her left shoulder, throwing her to the ground. Her fall was followed by a bellowing explosion as the Republic gunship finally met up with the ground, following the explosion, a large cloud of dust and sand covered her and the downed craft.
As she rose, covering her face and squinting, she spied another gunship coming in for landing a few meters from her. Her first reaction was to ready herself for another battle, but she sensed only one occupant aboard the craft, and it was a familiar one. She sighted with relief and hoped on board.
“I see you got us a new ride, what happened to the previous owners?” She asked in a playful tone.
“All previous occupants were killed or severely wounded in the taking of this craft.” Was the only response she got.
“Those kamino cloners sure bred them with a great sense of humor.” She murmured sarcastically to herself as the gunship parted from the ground. “Let’s go check on that tank.” Was all she had to say before she braced herself for the ride in the troop cabin, not even bothering waiting for an answer.
It came nonetheless. “Understood.”
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Post by flmldm on Aug 23, 2006 20:09:47 GMT -5
-What's that, said Halagad, seems like two spacecrafts are heading towards our direction, and they're outspeeding us.
- Holy…, they're still far enough, let’s get off that damn tank we're an easy target.
-Yeah... right, not until we try its firepower.
Without preparing Ferus, Halagad quickly slowed down their battle tank and turned it around to face the pursuing spacecrafts. He then engaged it to go backwards at full speed.
-Well, well, what could possibly have attracted those cloneheads to us. Let’s see what this Felucian tank can do.
Selecting the high energy canon, and setting it to maximum power, he was about to push the trigger to it when he saw huge rockets detach from both wings of the gunships and bursting with tremendous speed.
-OUT!!!!
Opening the slideable doors on both sides of the cockpit, they leaped off the speeding tank as hard as they could and impacted with high speed on the smooth sand saving them from painful injuries. They tried to protect themselves from the impact by rolling on the side.
A few seconds later, four rockets came hurling in the air by them, at a safe distance, and impacted all at once on the tank, creating a major explosion that grew even bigger with every instant. The huge cloud of flames grew in mid-air until it reached its maximum size and then dissipated slowly, leaving only behind a blinding fog of smoke. The only remaining piece of the tank was a formless and carbonised cockpit that glided fast in the air until it landed sliding in the sand and finally lay frying a few yards away.
Halagad and Ferus, recovering from the impact, met up with each other.
Quickly opening his pockets, Halagad took out two shining plasma grenades and showed them to Ferus.
-I’ll take the right ship, you take the left one.
Ferus searched for his own grenades in his pockets and they both placed themselves in front of their gunships.
-We’ll have to make explode the grenades on one of the wings, said Halagad.
They both lay the grenades on the sand three meters away in front of them, and immediately took out two sabres, one from each side of their belt, and lit them up.
The gunships quickly slowing down from their race stopped in mid-air at about 50 yards from both Jedis, shooting rays at a furious pace from their side turrets.
Blocking with great precision each ray shot at them, the Jedis finally lifted up their two grenades from the ground and hurled them at the base of one wing where they were finally crushed with the power of the Force.
Two spheres of plasma energy grew from each base of the wings, slowly annihilating matter on it until it detached and fell from the gunships. The spheres, pursuing their destructive action while emitting a soft boiling sound, bitted off matter from the cabin of the ship and from one of the Clone Soldier standing in the passenger area. Standing with his hands grasping on to its head, the soldier finally lost a portion of his head along with his stability and fell to the flour.
The ships, unable to fly straight, both leaned on one side and slowly accelerated towards on another when they finally impacted in a crushing blow and fell on the earth further more wrecked, with a loud sound of devastation. Only few passengers had succeeded at escaping the impact but still lay in pain from their fall.
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Post by Rouroux on Aug 24, 2006 1:25:35 GMT -5
Onboard the Vindicator,
- Captain!
- Yes lieutenant? asked captain Lascan
- I've got reports on the battle below. It appears that the Jedis are a little bit more troublesome than we expected. They managed to destroy three of the four gunships and steal the other. This is the last communication we recieved:
- Lock on target acquired. Fire missles... Target destroyed... The jedis are still alive on the ground, after them!... Fire!... WHAT THE?!... ARH!!!..........................................
- Hmmm... I see, said the captain. I hoped to take'em all at once but I guess it can't be helped, he muttered. I hate to have to do this. Lieutenant?
- Yes? replied the lieutenant.
- Bring me the jedi hunter that Lord Vader ordered us to bring along.
- Yes sir!
Twenty minutes later, the lieutenant came back with a man clad in shady clothes, serious looking giving all the personel on the bridge the shivers. The man looked relaxed but one could tell that he was not a man to trifle with. Captain Lascan looked at the man and some uneasiness came over him. He wondered if it had been a good idea to summon him. The man approach the captain and bowed humbly before him.
- You asked for me captain? said the strange man.
Captain Lascan here didn't know if he should grin because a man recommanded by Lord Vader himself was bowing before him or if he should take that as a mockery.
- Stand up strait jedi hunter! A simple salute will do. I asked for you, yes, because the jedis we are chasing are giving us more trouble then they should be. You are to go down to the planet and assist our troops in taking them out. A gunship will be yours to command along with it's crew. Do whaterver it takes to make this mission a success. Am I clear?
- Yes sir, I will do what I must, answered the man.
- Then you are dismissed. Lieutenant, be sure our guest's new ship is ready in 10 minutes.
- Right away sir!
"I just hope this mercenary doesn't make us look like fools. Would be bad for our reputation."
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Post by Flax on Aug 30, 2006 20:31:19 GMT -5
It was a matter of seconds before the commandeered gunship reached the now smouldering felucian tank and spotting the two downed gunships, Trent engaged his craft’s targeting matrix. Four ray canons pivoted on themselves to face the crashed ships and loosed a stream of greenish energy, sand turned into glass, steel contorted itself, sometimes melting into new shapes and survivors were charred, the whole thing became a fusion of glass, metal and bodies. Then spotting their quarry, Trent eased his craft towards the two men. At first they seemed to ready themselves for a fight, but visibly relaxed moments later.
As soon as the gunship was a meter or so from the ground, Elani hoped off, landing in a crouch, she rose and gathered her courage. She was met with Halagad’s crooked smile.
“Hi there, we could use some help.” Then nodding at the craft “Seems like you did a better job then us handling this Republic gunship.”
“Since this is probably our fault, it is only fair that we carry you the rest of the way.” She replied coyly “But first, I must ask you master, what happened at the Galakian ambush site? And the thruth if you may, I’ve seen the marks.”
"Sometimes, the only possible way out of a brutal situation is to use an equally brutal force. It is true I may have punished them too harshly. But worry not, I fight only against those who work against the peace in the Galaxy." Was all he answered.
Elani was far from convinced, but time was short and she had already made up her mind. It was not her place to judge, neither to question. Her concerns would have to wait a while longer.
“That is not for me to decide, I’m sorry I have wasted precious time, we must get going.”
"Then let’s go and leave this pile rubble behind us"
As all three hopped onboard, Halagad and Ferus finally realized who the pilot of the craft was. It was not hard to notice that he was wearing an ARC trooper armor, even if it was modified and repainted in a gray hue.
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Post by Flax on Sept 7, 2006 1:39:53 GMT -5
“What’s he doing here?” asked a shocked Ferus.
“Don’t fret, Trent’s with us.” Elani answered with mild annoyance.
Halagad cut in “I don’t want him with us.”
“Deal with it, or you’ll have a long walk ahead of you.”
The master and his apprentice looked at each other and nodded in consent.
“We accept your terms, but we’ll be keeping an eye on him.”
“Suit yourselves; it’s your time to waste.”
The remaining four hours of flight were spent in silence and when an old monastery came into view, the three passengers were relieved. Indeed the coordinate they had given Trent had been right on the mark. Carved from a cliff face, those who had built it had long since faded from history and its purpose had been lost to time. It was now a perfect meeting place for the fleeing Jedi, out of the way and known by few, but most important of all, some strange material used in its construction shielded the structure from detection by force users. It was very unlikely they would be found.
After circling the monastery, twice, Trent found a large cave two klicks away from their destination. The landing was smooth and Trent eased the gunship into the cave without difficulty. The group reached the base of the structure in short order but were confronted by numerous flights of stairs and the ascension to the monastery’s gates took considerably longer. Once at the gates, Elani sighted in relief and the others visibly relaxed, yet as the giant intricately carved doors parted an overwhelming sense of dread took them, as they rushed forward they understood why.
Five corpses in Jedi robes laid in the rectangular room, two humans were sprawled face down at the entrance, the precise cuts in their backs made it obvious they had been taken by surprise and the relatively fresh pool of blood made it clear that little time had past since their demise. The Rodian seemed to have had the time to defend himself, that fact changed nothing to his pitiful state. A Miraluka rested near a column, the materials in the walls had dampened his force sight, her innards laid spilled at her sides; she never knew what hit her. The last one, a Twi’lek, seemed to have put up quite a fight as he was found at the far end of the room, a blaster wound in the chest. Elani was distraught, no normal soldier could have pulled that off, at least not as cleanly.
Elani pulled out her weapon, Halaged and Ferus did likewise and Trent remained cool as ever, not even flinching at the gruesome scene. He crouched besides the two humans and inspected the two bodies while Elani watched him with apprehension.
“Anzati blades, assassins most likely.” Trent said as he appraised the wounds. “The Rodian and the Miraluka were also killed by Anzati blades” he noted in his crisp voice as he inspected the other bodies. “The last one was obviously shot, point blank it seems, I wonder…”
He never got the chance to finish his sentence; four shadows crept into the rooms and surrounded them. “Anzati scum!” growled Halagad and ignited his lightsaber, Ferus and Elani did likewise. Trent fired with his repeater before his companions had even light their sabers, the assassin dodged his fire and bore down on him. A sharp kick sent the weapon wide and Trent felt searing pain as a vibroblade tore through his armor and in his shoulder. Even with the element of surprise, the Anzati had sorely misjudged his opponent, two strong hands wrapped themselves around the assassin’s neck and instinctively he let go of his blade and tried to break the choke hold, for all his speed, he was no match for Trent’s powerarmor enhanced strength. With a sick gurgling sound, the Anzati’s windpipe collapsed and Trent dropped his now dead foe before removing the blade lodged in his shoulder. With the blazing pain came a burning sensation, his vision became blurry and his movements slowed. “Poison” he though “damn Anzati cowards!” Luckily for him, his ultra immune system kicked in. The poison would slow his reaction time, but would not kill him. He shook his head and looked around, no one else was left. Puzzled, he picked up his repeater and made his way to an adjacent room. Unknown to him, Halagad and Ferus had been both lured in the lower levels by two Anzati, while Elani had been brought to the upper levels in pursuit of her assailant.
The assassin finally stopped and lunged at her, she dodged easily and retaliated, it was a sure strike but a vibroblade caught her saber midair and wasn’t cut asunder. Elani cursed and was taken off guard, the blade was using cortosis weave thus enabling it to stand up a lightsaber. The Anzati renewed his attacks, he first went for her neck, an easy parry, then for her left thigh, parried again, but finally managed a cut to her right arm before she vaulted back out of reach. The wound was not severe, but she felt poison coursing through her veins, she could stave it off with the help of the force but she betted on the fact the assassin didn’t know that. Elani assumed a defence stance, but left her self deceptively wide open, jittering as if some sort of weakness overcame her. To its credit her opponent lunged at her weakness with surprising speed, but fell right in the trap and jabbed through empty air while Elani had shifted to his side. He was promptly gutted.
She didn’t even have time to catch her breath before a light whining sound typical of a jammed blaster came from behind her. There stood a figure, taller than her by a few inch and clocked in shadows. Stunned, she took a step backwards; trying to capitalize on her surprise he surged forward, crimson lightsaber at the ready, and was revealed by the dim daylight pouring through a slit in the wall. Elani gasped in recognition.
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Post by Rouroux on Sept 7, 2006 20:47:10 GMT -5
- What's our ETA leutenant?
- 10 minutes sir! answered the leutenant to the jedi hunter.
The man frowned at the idea of their quick arrival. He is supposed to meet some Anzati assassins at some monastery. The thought of their meeting their kind gave him the shivers. Even though he was trained by a sith lord, the idea of one who would suck the life of a living being was not a pleasant one. There, they would assault the monastery and kill any present jedi. There will be no jedi meeting, only fear and slaughter.
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- Drop point sighted sir! said the pilot of the gunship.
He turned to his right and looked through the side door. Below him was an old monastery all made from stone. It seemed that time had made his work on this gigantic building thought it seemed it could remain here another thousand years and still stand. He looked around the place but he could find no trace of the anzati. The hunter sighed. They were not to be trusted after all. The gunship began his descent and finally landed.
The man in black came out of the gunship followed by 3 troopers. He looked around and saw nothing else but the sturdy building and an ocean of sand. He then turned around to order something to his leutenant when he heard something on the side and when he looked over there, 4 anzati assassins stood strait in front of him. It seemed they appeared out of nowhere. Understanding the look on the face of the hunter, the seemed-to-be leader of the anzati said:
- You should have know, we assassins are master in the art of not being seen. Though the look on your face is gratifying.
- Do not mock me assassin, answered the man. you might regret it. So tell me what's the situation here?
- We witnessed five jedis entering the complex one and half an hour ago, two humans, 1 Miraluka, 1 Rodian, and one Twi'lek, who seemed to be the most competant of them all. One of ours has entered through a small entrence to the side to locate them and see what they are doing.
- You are sure there are jedis in there? I... never mind. Let's go find your scout.
- Yes of course. said the Anzati leader.
- Leutenant! the hunter asked, take off you and your men and post yourself 20 klicks from here. We don't want to alert anyone who passes by that we are here. Try not to be detected. Oh, and before you do, make sure you erase the traces we made in the sand. And do this quickly!
- Right away sir!
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- It's been nearly two hours since we arrived and there's no sign of other jedis, said the Rodian.
-I know, and I don't like it ether. I hope we would have been a little bigger
group. answered the Twi'lek, Barak Tessan. Let's wait a little more and then we'll start the meeting just the five of us.
- Let's hope more will come, replied the Miraluka.
- Yes...hope... said Barak.
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- Here they are. said the scout.
The hunter tried to keep himself from laughing. They were directly behind the front door! What a pitiful sight. It didn't take long for the Anzati to get in place for the assault. Each took one target which left one for the hunter who naturally wanted to test his abilities on the Twi'lek. But the Anzati did something he has not planned: they attacked without telling him. In a fraction of second, all for anzati were on their respective target, and he was left in the shadows alone. He saw them battle and he got quite impressed. When he woke up, he reminded himself that the Twi'lek is still there and he's about to kill one of his assassins. But he did not let him.
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- Stand your ground my brothers! Together we will prevail! shouted Barak.
He looked around him and saw all of his fellow jedis pressed on by Anzati warriors.
Here? How could they have found us?
He had to do something, or else they really could be defeated. He started to go toward one of the Anzati when a blaster fire cut him short. He turned and only had the time deflect another one who was clearly aimed at his head. Quickly he got in defensive stance when a shadow figure leaped at him.
What, leaping toward a lightsaber? This man must be seeking death!
But the unexpected arrived. A red lightsaber ignited to parry the strike of Barak's green one.
- A Sith! Here? he said.
- Not really, more like a ex-jedi who sided with the winners. said the man while striking at the Twi'lek.
Barak could not believe it. He was fighting with one who had been once a jedi. Though he tried to recognised him, he was moving too fast for him to stop and concentrate on his face and the poor lighting did limit his vision. After a few seconds of thinking, he decided he would not die at the hand of a fallen jedi. He regained his strenght and courage and pressed on his enemy. He striked the man with a powerful downward cut that was intercepted by the red lightsaber. The two men were then in a lock that would only end with the death of the other. Barak used his two hands on his handle to press on, but the his rival managed to keep up with him. It was then he realise his error. He was using both hands, while the man in front of him had only one on his saber. He tried to do someting, to gain distance between him and his enemy, but it was too late... He heard a blaster shot, then felt a terrible pain in the chest. He backed up, feeling no more pressure from the man in black. He looked down and saw a big wound right were his right lung was supposed to be. He then fell to his knees, and understood that he lost. He didn't hear any other sound of battle, but 4 anzati were standing next to his killer, so he presumed, correctly, that his fellow jedis were also dead. Then he fell. With his last breath, he finally recognised his agressor, but it didn't matter anymore, he was dead.
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It was another victory for the jedi hunter. He and the anzati manadged to kill 5 jedis without any casualty. Content, he picked up the sabers of the fallen jedis and put them in a little bag he carried. It was then he recieved a call on his comm.link.
- Sir, we are picking movement near your location. It appears to be a clone gunship, and it's going straight for you.
- A clone gunship? Probably the one that got stolen earlier. Then our little fleeing jedis have caught up with us. We shall greet them as they deserve. Be on stand by leutenant! If I ever need of your assistance, I will call you. As for us, let's get in position.
The anzati and the hunter started to move when the leader of the assassins came to see the hunter.
- We didn't know that the empire sent us a fallen jedi to command us... my men want to know if...
- Does it poses a problem to you? said the fallen jedi to the assassin.
- No! Not at all, young master. Not at all!
- Then get moving, we'll discuss this later.
- Yes young master.
Humph...I'm a young master now...
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Post by flmldm on Sept 12, 2006 21:37:54 GMT -5
Halagad and Ferus ran down a flat stairway trying to keep up with the two Azanti warriors. When the Jedis reached the floor, the Azanti appeared to be ready for a fight. Pointing their vibroswords in front of them, each of them carefully approached one Jedi. Halagad laying a serious look on both of them repeatedly, with his sabre ready, rushed one of them trying a massive hit on his vibroblade. The Azanti quickly avoided the hit and turned like a dancer around Halagad, backstabbing him with a thrust of his sword from behind. As the Azanti had avoided his hit, Ferus and the other Azanti engaged in another duel.
Despite the Azanti’s attempt, Halagad quickly repositioned himself before the killing blow. Facing each other, Halagad finally thought of ending this dangerous duel and lifted his arm to choke him at a distance. The Azanti fought against this attempt, trying hard to breath. Pausing his own duel, Ferus stepped backward close to him and whirlwind his sabre around, slashing the chocking Azanti’s abdomen, making him fall on his head. The other Azanti feeling visibly outmatched rolled away from the scene, hurling a grenade from his side. It was easily pushed back by Ferus closer to him. The explosion made him fly and break on the ground.
After checking his pulse, Halagad and Ferus proceeded further into the corridor. Halagad attached his sabre on his belt, and instead took out a Baragwin rifle for the fights to come. Imitating him, Ferus took out his own. The rifle, superior to any of its sort, would rapidly break any energy shield.
Descending further into the monument, Halagad and Ferus went across an unsuspecting group of five Azanti. They were eliminated upon sight.
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Post by Flax on Sept 14, 2006 15:31:04 GMT -5
Elani could hardly believe it was him; her surprise almost cost her life. She barely parried the first blow, but could not avoid being knocked back by the sheer strength of the attack. Elani stumbled backward; her attacker didn’t let her recover. Using the powerful Djem So form, he batted away each of her parries, never losing the initiative, each mighty blow pushing her back further into the room. Yet as the more experienced Jedi, Elani had forced him to overreach in his last attack and retaliated with a series of deft strikes that greatly improvised upon the largely inadequate Niman form she practiced. It seemed at first that she could gain the upper hand, but with two brutal slashes, he pushed her back into a defensive position. As the situation grew increasingly dire with each strike from her foe, Elani tore loose stones from the surrounding, pillars, floor, walls and ceiling, creating a twirling shield of rubble around her. It wasn’t enough; her opponent tore pieces of her shield with each blow, though in the meantime she managed a few attacks of her own, but even with his defences down, her assailant deftly dodged each attack. With little hope left, she hurled what remained of her hovering stone shield, mostly pebbles, into her foe, who advanced without concern through the hail of small stones. He came so fast, Elani had no time to react, for the bruises she had just inflicted she received his fist squarely in the face, breaking her nose. She took a few quivering steps backward, blood already pouring out from her broken nose, but he wasn’t done, following his first strike he spun on himself and delivered a kick that connected solidly with her chest, sending Elani sprawling into the nearest pillar. Elani tried to rise; she collapsed back on the floor, coughing blood. Her nemesis stepped slowly toward her, he seemed so slow, the whole room twirled as she fought to remain conscious. Only a few feet away now, he gazed upon her, at her now ruined noble robes, at the various cuts he had inflicted on her tender flesh, at her pretty face which was now a bloody mess; and sighted.
“I thought you would have lasted a little bit longer... well... in any case it just saves me some trouble.” The killer replaced his lightsaber with his blaster and kicked her weapon across the room.
“*coughs* Why did you stray from the path young Lyesh?”
“Stray? I guess you could say that. I strayed... But when master Malkus died... I was all alone and with only one thing in mind... a message from the council that told every living Jedi to flee and hide... There was nothing else I could do but stray.” He started to fiddle on his blaster while keeping an eye on Elani. Through the force he felt her life slowly fading away.
“Adversity is no reason to turn on your family, you say this as if you had no choice, but there is always a choice.”
“Then again, you are right... I had a choice. And I chose to live.”
“You feared death then? Do you remember *cough* nothing I taught you?! There is no death, only the Force.”
“Maybe so. But not every one is as strong as you...”master”. And it is only natural to fear death when you are face to face with it. Right now, you know that soon you will return to the force, as the teachings would say, tell me, how does it feels...?”
“There is no emotion, there is peace”
“Still reciting the Jedi code? What if... what if it wasn't true... the code, the teachings? What if we could truly die?”
“Oh bu… *cough* but we do die, young one, yet there is nothing to fear in death, it is but the continuation of life.”
“You know... I really wish my mind was as strong as yours. Things might have turned out differently. But then, I'm gonna live, and you're going to die. And there's nothing that can change this right now. The Anzati surely did short work of the others.”
"Your confidence borders on arrogance, thread carefully, nothing is ever as it seems.”
“Well... I guess it's time to finish this, then. If the anzati have any problem, I have to go and help them finish the job. But before the end, I wan't you to know that I do not do this out of pleasure. And I truely grieve on your death, even if it was by my hand. I just do what I have to do to see the next sunrise. That is the thing I prize the most.”
Suddenly Lyesh felt that something was very wrong, his former instructor surged in the Force, as if she was still healthy.
“So you still have some life left in this body. I guess I underestimated you.”
“You should pay more attention to your surroundings. While you were busy fixing your primitive weapon and reveling in your victory, I removed the foundations of this room. I will give you a choice; if you kill me, as you were ordered, we both join the unifying force, or you can run.”
As Elani rose calmly from her prone position and called her saber to her through the force, Lyesh could not mask his surprise, “How could she have done this without me noticing? It didn't even make a sound!” he thought.
“Yes, I truely underestimated you. Then I guess I have no choice here but to let you live. I will get you another time.” He said, before his flight to the nearest door. Once out of the room, he turned to see if had followed him or if he could manage a shot at her, but she was not there anymore. Soon after, the room collapsed on itself.
“I too will be ready next time, my former student; I will not fail you again.” Was all the battered woman could mutter before falling on the ground. As the room she had just left collapsed, she entered a healing trance.
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Post by Rouroux on Sept 27, 2006 0:41:56 GMT -5
He had barely escaped death once again. How did she deceive him? He wanted to know. At least, he thought he wouldn't get caught by the same trick twice... next time, he would kill her without hesitation, without talking. He would not give her a second chance. She was right though, he thought, his overconfidence was his downfall. He will not make that mistake again...
As he walked through the corridors of the monastery, he began to feel a strange feeling inside him. A strong one. One could have though that rage would have taken him out of control at that instant. He could have screamed and cursed at her name, damning all her relatives. But it wasn't rage he felt. It was more like curiosity. He wondered what could have happened if he had been stronger at that time, when he turned. What would have happened if Master Malkus had still been alive. Would he still be alive? Would fate had spared him the choice? All those questions he wished he could have an answer.
"Master Elani... your words have reached me after all..."
He stopped. Something was in front of him. He couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he then realised it was a dead body. A dark mass on the ground being left by the force. He was still surprised that the stones of the monastery could mask the presence of the force that effectively so that he didn't detect the body before he got only a few meters away. He got closer and bent to look at it.
"So even you were no math for them... hmpf... a bunch of masters then. I'm no match for them alone. Re-enforcements will be required."
At that same moment, he heard two voices coming from the distance. Lyesh reacted quickly and lunched himself on the side and behind a fallen column. He then flatened himself to be fully hidden behind it so they would not see him.
"Are you sure it's that way?"
"100% positive. Can't be mistaken, I've got the keenest senses!"
Lyesh didn't really needed to see them. Since they were so close to him, he could clearly sense them through the force. Of course, the stones of the building dulled his senses but they emmanated a force strong enough to be clearly felt on such a short distance. One of the two, surely the apprentice, was weak enough for Lyesh to dispatch him easely, he thought. But the other, the master...
"Lots of re-enforcements." he tought.
The jedis that were right next to him even thought they could not see him nor sense him were, together, way too strong for him to take on alone. He will have to wait for them to walk away.
"Look! We killed this guy not too long ago! We ARE running in circles!"
"Oh! and so what! We'll find our way eventually! Come on! Let's not waste more time than needed."
"Right!"
Lyesh waited till they were long gone before coming out. He was glad he was good at hiding is presence in the force. Had he not had this ability, he would have been discovered and he wouldn't have stood a chance against them. These jedis are a dangerous lot. He had to get out of there quickly. He took a last glance at the former Anzati leader killed by the jedis, and left. He walked very cautiously. He didn't want to meet these two again.
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Once outside of the monastery, Lyesh took his comlink and called for his pick up. The gunship arrived not too long after. He jumped aboard and set the destination to the Vindicator. The Captain wouldn't be please by the report. He just hoped he won't waste his time on a lengthy speech. He needed to rest.
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Post by hobbes on Sept 27, 2006 16:13:55 GMT -5
Kysheeka starwars.wikia.com/images/2/2f/Tarffulprofile.png Eagle Talon www.smallartworks.ca/Gallery/Klingon/Klingon1.JPGKysheeka roared and smash his glass on the wall, pouring his Spice Drink beside his pilot seat. What was that Republic Cruiser doing near Felucia, and why was it in his descent route? In a hurry, he typed the console for the Republic Merchant Signature Disguise. Just in time, for a voice came in the comm station : " Vindicator to unidentified ship, please identify yourself with your name, name of your ship, function and liscence number if you have one." "Roarrrrr, rrrrorr ra ra rrrrRRR!" Anwsered Kysheeka. "Errr, ok... is this some sort of joke?" "Ruurrr roroar garrrr..." replied the wookiee. "It's called a Wookiee, you Gamorean Ass" said a second voice to the first one "Excuse me wookiee person, would you follow your present vector but lower your speed, we will get a translator and identify you in a minute." "RRAARRG!" yelled Kysheeka, which meant <Hurry, Hutt Poodoo> "Yes, no need to get all excited..." A minute passed, Kysheeka did not slow down, he followed his descent route toward the south pole hidden monastery to drop his smuggle cargo and make the transaction with the Sector Dealer. "All right sir, we have a trans... what, excuse me but we asked you to slow down and keep a straigh vector, why aren't you doing so? We are going to have to arrest and board you if you insist." "HURG HURG ROOAAG!" <Arrest THIS, Flat Twilek Dancer!> And Kysheeka enaged Sub Light engines to their maximum in a trajectory to pass just over the south pole, and engaged Cruise Control. The Eagle Talon manuvered responding to the command. Kysheeka got off his seat and ran toward the Cargo Bay. He manuvered to move the cargo from freight bay to escape pods. The spice didn't prove much difficult, but the drugs took certain time. With them he installed his prehistoric protocol Droid, BC-50. He would deal with the buyer. No need to worry Grotta the Hutt with such triffle matters. The pods would drop near the monastery, and BC-50 would bring Grotta the Money after meeting the dealer. Vindicator had long finished trying to call him back, and had sent the usual interception squad. Kysheeka heard the sound of the pods being dropped and the ship shaking as he was nearing the atmosphere. "Interceptor Leader to unknown fleeing ship, this is your last warning, said a worried voice through the comm, slow down and turn yourself in or we will be forced to use strenght." As if they were a match for the Eagle Talon. Still, driven by an force unknown to him, Kysheeka was pushed to turn around and follow them. It is as such moments that ordinary people stay ordinary people, by fleeing, or engage themselves in the path of heroes, by turning back and facing destiny. Without knowing it, Kysheeka had done just that. By the time the tractor beam had brought him to the hangar bay of the Cruiser, Kysheeka had hidden in the landing gear, so he escaped quickly after landing. He found a second ship, from which emerged a dark man in black cloak. Kysheeka hid behind but the man seemed peroccupied, so it was easy not being detected. Kysheeka followed him and his escort of soliders, to a less occupied section of the ship. Many quarters were abandonned, so Kysheeka decided he would hide there for a certain time. He set there, took off his Wookiee-Modified Mandalorian armor, ate the food he had brought with him and took a bit of rest on the too-short-for-him bonk bed, and waited for new movements from the Vindicator.
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