Gonzo Lockjaw

My name is Julio Furion, and I am your Dark Lord. Any objections? Gonzo made it into ballroom not to long after the New Dark Lord had uttered these words, from the looks of it he certainly seemed like the man for the job. Judging by the number of Sith in the room it would seem Gonzo wasn't the only one of this opinion. Since he didn’t have any objections to the Dark Lord’s claim Gonzo continued moving throughout the room making his way over to where his old master stood.

Ever since he had come on board Gonzo had been trying to keep low profile by leaving his quarters as little as possible. Unlike the rest of the Sith, Gonzo had a much harder time blending in with the rest of the passengers as a Barabel amongst so many humans stood out like a sore thumb. Besides many of the luxuries that this ship possessed offered little of interest to him anyway, and he needed all the time he could meditating on the force and strengthening his connection to it. Even so he couldn’t spend the entire trip hiding away in his room, the new Dark Lord left explicit instructions for him and Gonzo wasn’t about to get on his bad side so soon. But before he could complete his task, Gonzo had some other necessities that needed to be done first. To begin with, Gonzo headed to the infirmary where he had the doctors heal any wounds and injuries left over from his fight from Gala. The doctors were a little wary at first a few mind tricks convincing them he was a Jedi erased any uncertainty and made them absolutely delightful. A pair of young and attractive nurses became especially friendly after this because as they put, they had never had the privilege of treating a Jedi before. One of them by the name of Joy began inquiring him about all of his various adventures, and naturally Gonzo obliged her. He wove for her an elaborate lie about all of his and the Jedi’s conquests over the Sith starting with their most recent victory on Gala, and then moving on to the incident on Corellia, this caught the nurses attention “Oh” she cried, “you were there when the Sith attacked the hospital” “Yesss” replied Gonzo, “I wasss one of the lucky onesss, mossst of the Jedi perissshed when the explosssion went off. Why do you asssk? Did you know sssomeone there?” “My cousin was one of the nurses working at the hospital at the time of the catastrophe, she had contacted me just before saying how excited she was that she had been promoted to the emergency response unit”, Joy said with a bit of sadness on her voice. Trying to sound somewhat sympathetic Gonzo responded back with, “Ssshe mussst have been brave to risssk working in sssuch a dangerousss environment, but you mussstn’t let your grief consssume you, asss many were killed that day” “She wasn’t killed”, cried Joy with anger rising up in her, “she was murdered, handpicked by one the Sith for slaughter” “What do you mean?” “When they found her and her partner, they had been piloting a shuttle to the hospital hoping to sneak out some supplies to distribute among the wounded, but when they landed one of the Sith brutally murdering them by stabbing them to death and then leaving their bodies to rot while he stole their shuttle” This story sounded strikingly familiar to Gonzo and according to the details he had a fairly good idea which Sith had committed these crimes, “That isss truly a sssad story my dear, and jussst another reassson why the Sssith need to be dessstroyed” Once all of his treatments were complete and Gonzo began to make his way out of the infirmary, he turned back to the nurse, “why don’t you come by my quartersss later and perhapsss I can assssit you with sssome meditation techniquesss that will help you with your grief and anger”. After leaving the doctor’s Gonzo’s body was back at 100% as all of his aches and pains had been finally been cured leaving him stronger than ever. But even so the encounter with Joy had left him slightly unnerved as he had never expected the actions taken back on Corellia to ever come back and haunt him, never the less he would deal with those later. Before he went to the engine to join Lucifer in the slaughter, Gonzo had one more task that needed to be completed. Due to his actions on Gala, Gonzo’s once luxurious robes, taken from The Cake is a Lie, had taken a battering and now were nothing more than a tattered mess with most of it still back on Gala. So stepping into one of the luxury cruiser’s many tailor shops, Gonzo set about getting himself a new set of robes. Upon entering he was immediately greeted by the store’s owner, an elderly woman, who pleasantly introduced herself as Anne, “the finest maker of clothes on this side of the galaxy”. Gonzo wasted no time telling her exactly what he wanted, and after a couple of measurements she was bustling away at his new outfit. After what seemed like no time Anne had finished his order which consisted of a set of new black robes made from some of the finest silks in the galaxy. The robes fit snuggly across his body, but comfortable enough to grant him a full range of mobility, the design also came with a crimson sash containing a leather sheath running across his back that now contained Gonzo’s sword, and a belt which now housed his light saber and pistols. The final piece was a hood which when pulled over would cover most of his face leaving only his jaw sticking out. Once everything was complete, Gonzo thanked the woman and instructed her to send the bill to the Jedi Council and that they would be most pleased with her work. With that out of the way Gonzo began making his way over to the engine room to finally finish the work the Dark Lord had given him. On his way, Gonzo could sense that Lucifer was already at work disposing of the crew members. Thinking that it may not be best to be detected or seen entering the engineering room at this time, Gonzo cast his force invisibility before entering the room. When he did enter, Gonzo was greeted with an excruciating scene, everywhere lay the blood, flesh, and bodies of the former crew members who had fallen before Darth Lucifer. But before he could fully take in the carnage that had befallen here, some of the engineers who had survived thus far appeared, and were making a mad dash for the door trying desperately to get away and warn the rest of the crew. Gonzo couldn’t help but give a small smile as none of them knew he was standing there waiting for his prey to come to him. The engineers who thought they had made it to safety cried out as they suddenly suspended in air, unable to move any further. When Gonzo revealed himself, his prisoners became dumbfounded as they couldn’t believe that now a second Sith had joined in bringing about their deaths. One by one, Gonzo began killing them, with the first meeting his fate by having all of his organs and bones crushed from within, causing massive failures and an unbearable amount of pain before he died. The second had a much kinder death as Gonzo sliced off his head in a single blow with his beskar sword leaving only a stump gushing out blood. The final man suffered greatly to make up for the last by having his body carved up slowly. It began with a few cuts here and a few cuts there, then moved to the removal of ears, lips nose, fingers, toes, limbs before Gonzo finally put the man out of his misery by running his sword through the man’s heart. With his first victims out of the way, and the scent of fresh blood in the air, Gonzo joined in the slaughter killing all in his wake.

When Gonzo finally awoke he was greeted with only a great deal amount of pain, as his entire body ached from sonic blast he had received. It took a few minutes but he managed to force himself to sit up and come to his senses. The rain had stopped and the sun was starting to shine its light through a few holes in the overcast. As for himself Gonzo’s body was wet, muddy, and bruised as a result of the fight that had nearly claimed his life. Ripping off the cloak that covered him, Gonzo tried to stand up, until he noticed he had a splitting headache that sent him spinning back to the ground in a heap. Gonzo got back up onto his hands and knees trying to get a bearing on everything, but between his injuries, the after affects of his blood-rage, and the pain going through his head had taken their toll. When Gonzo tried to get back up again it sent what food he had left hurtling out making a mess at his feet. “that’sss the lassst time I ever eat ewok” Gonzo thought to himself as he cleaned himself off in a nearby puddle of water. Feeling a little bit better on his feet Gonzo went over to where he had thrown his sword which he found embedded into the side of tree. Once he had yanked it out Gonzo would have started back towards his shuttle until he remembered the cloak he woke up in. He knew it wasn’t his own because his had been shredded during the fight, this one must have belonged to that Jedi, why she would have left Gonzo didn’t know nor did he really care all that mattered was that it was his now. Once he had himself covered in it Gonzo noticed something else lying on the ground next to it, picking it up Gonzo recognized it as the sonic pistol that had incapacitated him. Adding it to belt which now contained his sword, light saber, and blaster, Gonzo started on his long journey back towards the Old Republic Base where his shuttlecraft, which had brought him to this planet, awaited him.

Every moment it seemed the rain was coming down harder as the two combatants remained locked in their deadly dance. From his perception Gonzo thought himself to be winning, the young Jedi may have evaded needle sharp fangs, but it had cost her losing a sizable chunk of left her arm and her sword. Now all that his opponent had left was but a few small blades against his light saber and beskar sword. One more assault would be all he needed to finish this fight and rid himself of this Jedi. Gonzo readied himself to charge once again, but before he could take more than a few steps the Jedi raised he good arm and said, “Now… Burn…” Once she had spoken these words white flames began racing towards him, Gonzo turned and attempted to get away from the flames, but before he could get far they engulfed. For a few brief moments Gonzo felt a sensation he had not felt for a very long time. While he was embedded amongst the flames the Dark Side had no power, and Gonzo felt no anger or hatred within himself only peace, but only for a moment. Before Lockjaw could more fully explore this new sensation pain seared through him. Where once had been naught but bear scales and flesh of his left shoulder now rested a blade of steel and a gash in his arm where the other had grazed him. Gonzo roared out in pain as the blade had landed dangerously near his lungs, and as the pain continued Gonzo’s anger and malice returned. The pain he now felt had opened the floodgates and Gonzo was consumed with the emotions of hate and anger which quickly boiled over into an uncontrollable rage. As blood ran out of his wounds it boiled within his body causing a blood rage, his eyes which had once been a pale yellow now turned red and the pain he had once felt was replaced with raw power. Gonzo wasn’t sure what happened next, one moment he was standing in the rain roaring in pain the next he was running towards his as fast as he could. As he closed the distance between them, Gonzo let fly his beskar sword with as much strength as he could towards the Jedi, and held his light saber in front of him waiting to strike. His connection to the Dark Side maybe diminished but that wouldn’t stop him now. It was his power and will that moved him now, and while the blood rage lasted he would not stop, he would not rest, and he would not feel any pain until his enemy lay defeated. Even if she ran away, Gonzo would pursue her, he didn’t need the force to track he now wherever she went he could smell her blood dripping from her body, which only fueled his rage further. He was upon her now and in a moment he would use every weapon at his disposal, his teeth, his claws, his tail, and his light saber. The Barabel would attack relentlessly until one of them was defeated, and with each passing second the Dark Side returned to Gonzo a little more. ((3))

It seemed his own attacks betrayed him, as Gonzo sat there perched on his boulder, even though he was still invisible his enemy was looking directly at him with her blade ready to strike. Before Gonzo could guess what her next move would be his opponent flew towards him and Gonzo could sense the force she was building up inside of her. Knowing that he would not want to be standing idle when she unleashed whatever attack is was she had planned for him. Leaping into action, Gonzo moved to assault his enemy, but before he could close in for the kill an explosion of wood and rocks erupted from behind him imbedding some of the debris into his back and tail, knocking him off balance, and sending him down into the growing puddle of mud. As he arose with his robes torn, wet from the rain, and covered from head to toe in a mixture of mud and blood. Even though his back was stinging with pain and trickles of blood running down it, all Gonzo could do was laugh. As he laughed he called out to his opponent again, “It isss going to take a lot more than sticksss and stonesss to break thessse bonesss of mine, in cassse you are unaware in your barabel anatomy allow me to educate you” With that said, Gonzo tore off what remained of his tattered robes leaving bare his chest and torso revealing his emerald green hide of scaly amour that covered his entire body. “Asss you can sssee my ssscalesss offer me more than adequate protection, but I wonder how well your own ssskin holdsss up in a sssimilar tessst” Pulling out his lightsaber with his right hand Gonzo activated the crimson blade while unsheathing his beskar sword with the other, and for a moment Lockjaw eyed carefully his enemy watching her as she circled around him. When he deemed the time was right Gonzo struck, launching himself forward Gonzo was upon the Jedi in what seemed an instant. Bringing both of his weapons down to his right side he would swing both of them across his body using the force of impact from both his lightsaber and sword to try and knock away the Jedi’s sword before lurching forward to sink his mouth full of needle sharp teeth into the flesh of her unprotected shoulder. ((2))

From the safety of his position in the forest, Gonzo had been enjoying the spectacular view of the Sith forces obliterating the Jedi Temple. As he stood there, Gonzo could feel the force of the explosions rippling through the air, and he would have continued watching the battle as the Sith army advanced to an inevitable victory, but he was interrupted by one of his soldiers who redirected his attention to the newcomer. There before him stood what he perceived a skinny young girl who was carving up three of his men into mince meat. As he watched the brutality of the scene unfold in front of him, Gonzo's remaining nine soldiers began to unsheathe their swords and lightsabers preparing to charge in. Gonzo however signaled to them to stand down and ready their blaster rifles strapped to their backs while giving them specific orders. While they were still doing this the young Jedi had finished slaying the Twi'lek and was calling out to him, ”œFight me... Or... Or... Die... Sith. T-t-that is y-your c-choice. Tu autem, Domine, miserere nobis...”

As Gonzo sat amongst the trees of the forest He meditated intensely upon the force and his connection to it. Throughout his training, he had always relied upon anger and hate to channel the force, but as he matured as a Sith Lord he began to see the limitations of using this one channel. Remembering back to his early days as an apprentice under Master Sheog, Gonzo could clearly recall his master's words, Anger is a strong connection... But is very common for the Sith of this galaxy to employ. This creates a problem. The Jedi that you will one day fight, have trained in fighting anger. Once they eliminate that emotion from you, it becomes incredibly hard to channel the powers of the force Anger was indeed a strong connection, whenever Gonzo gave himself over to his anger and rage, the force seemed to explode through unleashing incredibly amounts of energy. Yet everytime he did this he could feel himself moving if ever so slightly closer and closer to the madness that gripped so many of the Sith he had encountered. While some had completely given themselves over to it, like his old master, Gonzo did not feel that was the right path for him. He had been raised as a hunter and taught that it was through patience and cunning that prey was subdued. With these in mind, Gonzo opened himself to force, first through his anger allowing the raw energy to fill him up, once he had opened the flood gates of the force Gonzo released his anger leaving himself emotionless and letting the powers of the force flow through him. With his anger gone the force felt different than it had before, what had once been a raging inferno bent on destroying everything in its path now felt like the rushing of winds and water. While the first was indeed the more powerful, its strength resided within its ability of mass destruction, while the other being not as powerful was more focused and detailed in its actions. Under the powers of hate and anger Gonzo could have easily ripped anyone of the trees surrounding him from its roots and sent it hurtling through the forest, but under an emotionless calm he could pick out any single leaf or branch and summon it to himself. Over time perhaps he would be able to meld these two different sides of the force into one but that was something he would have to work on later. For now he had more important tasks ahead of him, as Gonzo came out of his meditations he could sense the advancing Sith army. So summoning his squad of twelve Sith Warriors, Gonzo positioned himself at the rear of the Sith column several hundred yards behind the front line where he could faintly the shouts between the Jedi and Sith masters. While he stood there waiting for further orders from the Dark Lord, he went over all of his weaponry. After all he been through on Gala so far Gonzo still had a half dozen throwing knives strapped onto the back of his shoulder, including another attached to the end of tail, and his light saber, beskar sword, and blaster coupled to belt. While the shouts between the Sith and the continued, all Gonzo could do for the moment was wait as the sunlight gleamed off of his emerald scales for it to begin.

As Gonzo's shuttle rocketed towards Gala, he meditated intensely, planning out every single detail of the mission that awaited him. But with so little information available to him planning his infiltration was proving to be very difficult, and in this sort of situation with so much at stake, absolutely nothing could be left to chance. With the planet only a few minutes away, Gonzo prepared the shuttle to exit hyperspace and descend upon the planet.

Gonzo Lockjaw was relieved to be back on board The Cake is a Lie, and rocketing through the vastness of space once again. He sat in one of the many luxurious lounges on board the ship and meditated on his most recent experience with the Sith. From what he had gathered so far, the Sith seem to hate each other just as much as they hate everything else. Thus far every time that he had seen multiple Sith interact they were trying to kill each other, not to mention most of them seem to be psychotic murderers or sociopaths. But perhaps there is a deeper meaning to all of this inter-Sith hatred, something that Lockjaw had not thought of yet, or maybe he was just thinking way too much into this matter. Because right now all that mattered to Lockjaw was completing his training and become a Dark Lord of the Sith. So emptying his mind of all thought and troubles Lockjaw immersed himself in the Dark Side of the Force filling himself hatred, malice and wrath. As he sat there feeling the power of the force flowing throughout his body, he directed it outward and upon himself. Feeling throughout the room for any and all objects, lifting them up into the air forcing them to orbit his body, all meanwhile manipulating the light surrounding his body allowing him to fade from visibility. If anyone were to enter the room right now all they see would be a parade of dishes, bottles, silverware, books, cushions, and chairs dancing around the room in an almost perfect choreographed routine. Here Lockjaw would remain, locked in his immersion in the force until his master should have need of him or provide him with further instruction in the ways of the force.

As Gonzo Lockjaw prepared another blow to his undead combatants they suddenly crumbled to the ground, lying there in decaying heaps of flesh. No sooner had this occurred Master Sheog belted out new instructions for his young student. <> And before Lockjaw's very eyes the massive bulk of his master faded away, leaving no trace at all except for his smell and heat signature. Then from apparently nowhere, Lockjaw heard the voice of his master again instructing him in this force technique. So gathering his wrath and hatred about him Lockjaw allowed the force to flow through him, but instead of sending it straight in and out of him, he kept it close to him gathering the power of the force around him, and forming a bubble. As the bubble began to take shape, Lockjaw brought it closer to himself until it began to creep onto his skin. It felt as if his entire body had been covered in a thick liquid and it was pouring all down his body and running all over his scales. When Lockjaw held his hands up to his eyes he could not see either of them, in fact he couldn't see any part of his body, everything from the tips of his claws to the end of his tail was rendered completely invisible. The only visible trace that Gonzo could find of himself was the imprints on the grass that he left as he walked about, other than that the only other way to detect him would be by his smell or body heat. Now that Lockjaw had control over this new ability he released the force surrounding him creating a small shockwave hurtling throughout the clearing he was standing. With this new power under his belt Lockjaw had a much larger task before him, killing the governor of Beta Duros. Lockjaw knew that this kind of task is not something to be taken lightly and could possibly take days to plan out properly and make it as exuberant as possible for his Master's enjoyment. So loading what few supplies and pieces of equipment they had Gonzo boarded the charred shuttle craft and headed off to Beta Duros which was according to the sensor, several hundred miles away. Beta Duros was once an illustrious city with a booming economy and immigrants pouring into the colony all looking to get in on the wealth that the mines provided. However as the wealth flowed into the colony so did the politicians all looking to make a profit from the taxes they would collect. But try as they might no politician could set hardly any tax regulations as they were constantly me with resistance from the miners and powerful corporations. For the first several years of the colony it was the businesses that were really running show. Through their extreme wealth and ability to hire their own private mercenaries and bounty hunters they were able to fend off the onslaught of politicians even going as far as ”œremoving”

Lockjaw knew that as soon as his tail connected with the unprotected leg of the Wookie corpse, he had done serious damage by shattering the knee cap and ripping apart the tendons within. With the Wookie out of the way, Lockjaw turned to face his remaining opponents, six reanimated corpses still stood before him and judging by the skill of which his master could control these bodies he would stand little chance against them, because so far in the fight Lockjaw had been relying on his own fighting instincts and not the force. If he wanted to win this fight, Lockjaw would have to focus his mind and allow the force to flow through and guide his actions, but no sooner had he begun to try and tap into the vast power and strength that hate and anger could provide, Lockjaw saw out of the corner of his eye one of the dead Jedi rush him from the side. Not really even thinking, Lockjaw swung his right hand, bearing it's razor sharp claws, down upon the dead face of Dahar. However as Lockjaw moved against Dahar he did not sense the attack by Cas Holloway and Lockjaw gave out a shrill hiss of pain and anger as the metal rod scraped down the scales along his back. Infuriated that he had once again allowed himself to be struck unawares again by one his masters dead henchmen, Lockjaw allowing his anger and frustration to fill him to the brink, took his lightsaber and swung it as hard as he could towards the neck of Cas Holloway.

When Lockjaw regained his senses he was just as surprised as his master to see that the ewok had been jettisoned clear out of the cave, and while Lockjaw had fully intended to do that he had only expected the toy to perhaps fall off of the table. Anyway it seemed to greatly please Master Sheog who gave a hearty laugh and slapped Lockjaw on the shoulder causing his face to land in what was left of the potato salad and butter. Recovering his composer and cleaning his face off with the red and white checkered table cloth, Lockjaw accompanied his master back out of the cave. Thinking that perhaps he was going to enjoy a peaceful moment with Sheog and watch the sunset, Lockjaw was proven to be very wrong, however when his master tossed him one the obsidian lightsabers of the former Darth Ares. Lockjaw's curiosity of what he would be doing with the lightsaber was soon answered as the reanimated corpses of their fallen enemies pulled and stumbled their way out of the shuttle and surrounded him. As the seven zombified bodies to their positions in a circle around him, Lockjaw ignited his lightsaber, whose red light reflected off of his hardened, emerald, scales illuminating his intense and eager expression. But as soon as he had ignited his lightsaber the scorched and decapitated corpse of Kiralloca attacked swinging his metal rod at Lockjaws legs, and not yet taking a proper fighting stance, the dead wookie's attack struck the side of Lockjaws leg knocking him to the ground. But before the dead Kiralloca could attack again, Lockjaw rolled over to the wookie's feet and sprang back and seized the charred foot that Kiralloca had attempted to kick Lockjaw with, before heaving it back towards the wookie's face and swinging his tail, like a club, into the side of the wookie.

Lockjaw was very pleased with himself over the fine meal that he had prepared, and better than that, his master had thoroughly enjoyed it as well. As Lockjaw was finishing up his last mouthfuls of dinner, he saw his master pull out a small, bloodied, ewok and ordered him to lift it with the force. Eager to be finally doing something real with the force Lockjaw raised up his arm and fixed his eyes upon the toy in front of him, and using all of his will power, Lockjaw (in his mind) commanded the toy to lift off of the table. Nothing happened, after about a minute of this lockjaw gave up as he realized that it wasn't working, perhaps he needed to fill himself up in wrath and hatred like in his meditations. So leaning back away from the table Lockjaw began to meditate again and allowing his mind to swim about in the buckets of anger and wrath that he had built up, and as it did so he stretched out his arm again and tried to grab the toy ewok again with the force and lift it up into the air. But when he opened up his eyes to see if whether or not anything had happened, the toy ewok was still sitting there on the table. This greatly annoyed Lockjaw as he stared down at this small pathetic excuse for a child's play thing. It was then the Lockjaw came to the conclusion that he did not like this toy at all, in fact he hated it, he hated everything about it from the bloodstains on the fur, the button eyeballs, and that stupid crooked little smile that seemed to just mock him and his inability to move it with the force. But Lockjaw was determined to move this object in front of him, and as he went back into his meditation again, Lockjaw reached into his reserves of hatred, but rather than pouring them into his mind he instead poured them out onto the ewok, pretending as if he were dowsing it with fire and incinerating it with his fury for causing him such frustration, he wanted this thing gone from his sight. This time when he reached out for it, Lockjaw felt as if some kind of energy were flowing through his body towards the toy, and with this energy Lockjaw directed it towards the ewok, and grabbing it by the neck he hurled the toy with all his might, tearing down the walls that housed his inner most wrath and pouring it all out onto the toy now gripped within the confines of his power. Lockjaw would have continued this nice little scene inside his mind and perhaps tried to tear the little thing apart, but he lost his concentration when he suddenly heard something squeak outside of the cave, and looking up to see what it could have possibly been, he noticed that the ewok toy was missing from the table.

When Lockjaw heard his master return to the cave he came out of his meditation, and was excited to see all of the food and supplies that his master had returned with. However he was a little nervous when Sheog instructed him to prepare dinner, as Lockjaw had never explored his cooking abilities before. But trying to reach out through the force for guidance, Lockjaw realized that he first thing he had to do was to chop up some of the wood for the fire, which at first posed a problem for Lockjaw as he had nothing to chop it with, but luckily a quick inspection of their medical shuttle revealed a storage compartment which housed emergency tools one of which was an ax that Lockjaw could wield with both hands, and with the ax in hand Lockjaw in a couple of minutes and cut several logs and had a good fire going with some matches that he found in the picnic basket. Now that he had the fire going, Lockjaw set about cleaning and cutting the bear meat, Lockjaw first removed what remained of the bears' clothes and set them off to the side, and then proceeded to slice up the meat as best he could, dividing the sections into breast, thighs, ribs, ect. Then taking a large portion of the breast meat, Lockjaw placed it into one of the large bowls that his master had provided him with and began marinating it salt, pepper, garlic, lemon juice, and olive oil, all of which he had found in the picnic basket. While the meat was soaking up the flavor from the oil and spices, Lockjaw removed a grill from the pile of utensils and set it over the fire, and grabbed a pair of tongs. With everything ready to go Lockjaw pickup the large slab of bear meat and set it down gently onto the grill, which immediately began to sizzle over the open flames. With the meat now cooking, Lockjaw went through the rest of the picnic basket and discovered a loaf of French bread, butter, potato salad, and a bottle of red wine. Removing all of these, Lockjaw brought them over to large flat rock near the center of their living area within the cave and set them upon it after of course covering the rock with the red and white checkered picnic blanket. Lockjaw then cut up the bread into individual slices, coating them each with a nice layer of butter, scooped the potato salad into one of the more fancy bowls, and placed the wine bottle in the center with two glasses. Going back over to the bear meat Lockjaw flipped it over to reveal a lovely roasted dark brown coloring, and the aroma from the dish began to fill the cave. With the meat almost done, Lockjaw decided to modify his white nurses outfit, which he had been wearing since the hospital incident on Correllia, Lockjaw cut off the lower skirt portion, revealing a black set of trousers. Lockjaw then went over to the small pile of clothes taken from the bears and placed the bow tie around his neck, and grabbed a couple of hairs from the skins and formed them into a pencil thin mustache. When Lockjaw had completed his outfit he removed the medium roasted meat from the grill placed it on a platter and set it down on the table. Lockjaw then beckoned his master to come over and sit on the cushion he had brought over, poured him a glass of wine, handed him a fork and knife and quite proudly said, Dinner is served

So immersed and concentrated in his meditations, Lockjaw hadn't noticed the shuttle exiting hyperspace and landing on the planet Orelon. Regaining his senses after coming out of what felt like a very long meditation session, Lockjaw caught most of his master's instruction before Sheog headed off to gather supplies. As Lockjaw exited the craft he got his first glimpse of the new planet that he would be residing on, and from what he could tell there wasn't a whole to take in. Everywhere he looked there rocks and then some more rocks, before him was the mouth a very large cave, which is where Lockjaw assumed his master wanted the camp set up. So gathering what few medical supplies there were onboard the shuttle, Lockjaw carried them over to the entrance of the cave. He decided to set everything up about ten yards into the cave and looking over what medical supplies they had Lockjaw that they only had a couple bottles of antibiotics, a few vials of morphine and relatively few bandages. Lockjaw placed all of these into one of the storage containers that he had snagged from the shuttle. Next came the oxygen and nitrogen containers which took Lockjaw a while to unload as he had to carry them one at a time into the cave because the cart they were one would be useless on the rocky terrain. All of these, Lockjaw sat besides the other medical supplies on the left hand side of the cave. Finally Lockjaw unloaded the container of Thallium from the shuttle which he placed a ways further back into the cave so that there wouldn't be any risk of exposure. That was about all of the material that was onboard the shuttle craft, all that remained were the bunks for the emergency patients which Lockjaw removed and set up on the opposite side if the cave. Feeling that he had set up the cam as best as he could, Lockjaw thought about trying to light a fire before returning to his meditation, he realized that there wasn't anything nearby that he could use as fuel. So setting himself down on one of the mattresses from the shuttle Lockjaw returned his mind to wrath, anger, and thoughts of future glory, Lockjaw allowed these emotions and desires to fill him up once again and allowed his mind to wander throughout them.