Mechis III

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc listened to the words of his master and understanding then went to pick up his blaster. He had a problem though, his ship was destroyed. Yeroc looked at Xelker sighing he said to him "Xelker my ship was kind of destroyed you think maybe I can ride with you"? Yeroc then said "Don't worry about it now you can tell me in the morning after we rest". Yeroc walked to his room but right at the door he stopped and wlked towards the exit. As Yeroc walked out of the building he took out the map he found on Rahalin. Looking at it it was a little bloodstained but it was alright.

 

Yeroc followed the map and finally found what he was looking for his crashed ship. It may have still been there but he looked and there was two Mandalorians savaging parts. He had his blaster but he didn't know what they had. So he used the force to pick up a little rock and he chucked it in the bush on the other side of them. Just as Yeroc expected they pulled there guns and looked the other way. One had a blaster pistol and the other a blaster rifle like his. They looked to be fakes so Yeroc pulled out his blaster rifle and aimed then fired at one of there heads.

 

The one with the blaster rifle dropped he obviously wasn't dead just a little knocked out. The other one looked then Yeroc walked out and for some reason th Mandalorian looked scared Yeroc just smiled and fired three shots at him hitting him twice. Yeroc went over to there bodies and took off there helmets they didn't look like any Mandalorian he's ever seen. He didn't care so he shot them both in the head not caring.

 

Yeroc began to look through his ship and found about 30 credits, blaster pistol and a broken dagger. He didn't own any of these things they were probably Kojoka's but he didn't care he just took them. Yeroc then found what he was looking for an old sword that he got from one of his grandfather's. Yeroc then went inside and to his room put the stuff in a bag and layed down to get some rest.

[Rolyat]

Rolyat found out that there was more killing in the Sith buisiness so he decided to turn Sith. So he got in his ship and headed for Dagoba.

[Dark Archon]

Xelker kept Nurgle pinned until he nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Was the training over? He hoped so, as one more blow from Nurgle would probably break his back. It was like trying to stand after being shot. Despite how tired he was, the Apprentice stayed alert. Nurgle had risen from the floor, staring at both Apprentices wordlessly. This went on for about a minute before the man finally moved. At first, it seemed like he was going for a lightsaber, but then he grabbed a syringe and shot himself up.

 

 

Blinking, Xelker felt a hint of concern. Was he too harsh on the old man? Nurgle was still his Master, the Sith who'd offered to tutor him in the ways of the Force. This was how Xelker repayed him?

 

 

"You have completed the task I set forth for you, though admittedly not in the manner in which I directed."

 

 

At that, Xelker felt a curious sensation... like a hand had wrapped its fingers around his neck, then pulled away. The meaning was obvious to the young Sith.

 

 

"It is time for you each to finish your training. I want you both to rest and heal. Then journey to Dagobah and await me."

 

 

Xelker sighed in relief. Finally, a chance to rest. Not that he would rest for another hour or so. Xelker found he'd become a frequent insomniac in recent times, after the death of his father. But he'd been dismissed, so it was time to leave. He checked for his weapons- tossing the training sword aside while taking a quick look at his blaster pistol and his bloodstained dagger- before Yeroc went up to him. "Xelker my ship was kind of destroyed you think maybe I can ride with you"? Opening his mouth to speak the affirmative, he found himself cut off by the other man, "Don't worry about it now you can tell me in the morning after we rest". Whatever. Maybe he would ask Yeroc how he managed to lose his ship, maybe not. Might be a touchy subject, and Xelker wasn't too keen on the idea of getting strangled. Yeroc walked off, and Xelker trailed along.

 

 

He didn't head to his quarters immediately, though, just put some of his stuff there and went off through the hallways again. After a quick walk, he found what he was looking for- a computer terminal. This was something he'd been looking forward to... sitting down in front of the terminal, Xelker scanned what it held available to him. Obviously, the Sith wouldn't place all their secret plans on a public terminal, but it DID offer something- some older records. For another hour, Xelker familarized himself with the Sith of old- names like Darth Heretic and Barohm Zar. In entering an organization, it was best to have rudimentary knowledge of their history. But he grew weary, and soon retired to bed. When he was a Sith Lord, he could read about the old days whenever he wanted. For now, though, Xelker was just an Apprentice, and he needed to rest up for the trials ahead.

[Yeroc Otten]

It was about 6 in the morning when Yeroc had awaken, he didn't sleep much because he didn't like to waist time. Yeroc got out of bed instantly and took a shower, brushing teeth things like that. When Yeroc was finished he took a look at his blaster it was almost out of ammo. He reloaded and took the sword he got from his ship.

 

The ship that Yeroc crashed was nothing important to him, he found it with some guy dead in it. Yeroc didn't kill the man or even know who he was but he took it. He laughed at the subject of his ship it was so run down he really didn't care.

 

Yeroc thought it would be funny to wake up Xelker this early. So Yeroc went up to Xelker's room and opened the door very softly. He walked over to the bed where Xelker was sleeping, then he yelled at the top of his lungs

 

"WAKE UP".

 

Then he laughed for a second as Xelker awoke, Yeroc then said "so can I go with you or not"?

[Dark Archon]

"WAKE UP".

 

 

Xelker awoke with a start, instinctively grabbing for the blaster pistol under his pillow before he recognized the laugh. "Just so you know, I have a habit of shooting people who wake me up early." He rubbed his eyes, then looked back to Yeroc as the other man said "so can I go with you or not"?

 

 

Xelker stayed silent for a moment, coming back to awareness, before responding. "I don't see any reason why not. We're on the same side." He stepped out of bed, shooting Yeroc an odd look as to why he was so close to Xelker's bed. "But yeah. Let me get ready, shower and whatnot, then I'll prime the Wingless Seraph for the trip to Dagobah. While I'm there, do us a favor and check one of the terminals for coordinates to Dagobah. I've no clue where it is myself." He stepped out of his quarters. A new day, a new trial. Woohoo.

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc bowed and walked to the terminals then looking for coorardinates. It took him about five minutes then he finally found it, the coordinates to Dagobah. Yeroc put in an empty chip and downlosded the file along with a lot of other ones. Yeroc went back to the room and yelled to Xelker "hurry up I have the coordinates.

 

Yeroc then realized he forgot his sword under his bed in the room. Yeroc ran back to get it and then returned to Xelker's room.

[Dark Archon]

Xelker got some clothes from the room and hopped into the shower. He didn't really mind that Yeroc had woken him up, he liked getting up early anyhow. Gave him a head-start before leaping into his daily schedule, whatever it was that day. The Sith remained aware of how far he was progressing in his training, and how soon it would be before he earned the prestigous title of Sith Lord. THEN... the real fun would begin. He would etch his name amongst those of the great Sith of old: Palpatine, Heretic, Sadism, Zar, Hatred, Ar-Pharazon, Sauron, and all those others he didn't feel like mentioning. It would be glorious.

 

 

After 5 minutes or so, he heard Yeroc yelling for him. "hurry up I have the coordinates." He was finished anyway, but he took his sweet time getting dressed, just to annoy the other Apprentice. The new clothes were typical Sith- all black. Hopefully, where they were going, he didn't stand out. Much. Xelker calmly opened the door, tossed his old clothes into his quarters, gathered his minimal supplies (dagger, pistol, rifle) then gestured to Yeroc. "Follow me, and we'll be off to Dagobah." He led Yeroc down the hallway until they were on the landing pad. The Wingless Seraph was just up ahead. Swiping the chip from Yeroc's hand, Xelker ascended the landing ramp.

 

 

Once the vocal and optical recognition was out of the way (which was speaking a quick phrase in Rodian, then scanning his face respectively), the hatch hissed open. Xelker turned to look at Yeroc. "Coming?"

[Yeroc Otten]

Yeroc walked in and sat down in the seat. Then he took his sword out of his holster Yeroc always had this sword He would never ever let it go. Yeroc then said to Xelker "do you have anything that is special to you"?

[Dark Archon]

Xelker sat in the pilot seat and readied the ship for takeoff. Plugging the chip Yeroc had given him into a console, Xelker waited for the coordinates to load. As he did, though, he drove the ship off the landing pad and accelerated towards the sky.

 

 

"do you have anything that is special to you"? Xelker, taking the ship in a circle around the facility, smirked. "Did you look in the cargo hold when we came in the ship?" The man set the ship on autopilot for a moment, then led Yeroc down into the cargo hold. It seemed blank and empty... except for the carbonite slab mounted on the wall. "I have something very dear to me on this ship..." Elias Xelker stepped closer to the slab, only its shape visible in the darkness of the cargo hold. "Perhaps you need light, Otten..." He hit a switch, and the room was filled with light. Illuminating the occupant of the carbonite slab. Whoever it was, the man was horribly burned. Some clothes covered most of his wounds, but those visible were bad enough: no flesh on the arms, burns all over his face, and one eye socket empty. But there was no look of agony plastered across his features. No, there was peace. He looked as though he were lying in a coffin... perhaps the carbonite was his coffin. But why? Why was Elias carrying a frozen man around with him whereever he went?

 

 

The answer would be obvious, once you compared the man's battered face to Elias Xelker's. The Seraph's cargo hold was blank because it was a tomb. And lying inside the carbonite slab was the long-dead corpse of Xelker's father. "Do you know what they do with the bodies of dead Stormtroopers, Yeroc? Turning to the other Apprentice, Xelker gave him no time to answer. "The Imperials, whenever they could be bothered to clean up after themselves, will usually take their dead and dump them into furnaces. My father said that sometimes the so-called 'dead' soldier was still alive. He said he could hear screams from those furnaces sometimes. Now, when I entered the Academy years ago I heard rumors of something else that they do with their dead. They're put into food processors... and liquified. Supposedly that's how they fed POWs. Not a bad idea, that, saves the Empire money. But then my father died. He got shot dead by a Rebel in a burning building because he couldn't pull the trigger. What he did as an Imperial captain, before his demotion, haunted him. Never told me just what. But it had something to do with fire. Fire terrified him because it reminded him of what he did. Anyway, as you can see his corpse didn't fare too well in that fire, but most of it stayed intact. I took it and had it frozen in carbonite. This ship is as good as any graveyard."

 

 

There was a burning intensity in Xelker's eyes that made you want to look away. "This is why I joined the Sith. Durok Xelker was just another cog in the Imperial war machine... a disposable cog, one who died shamefully and afraid. Not even worthy of a Holonet obituary. I'm probably the only one who remembers him. But not anymore. One day, Yeroc, I'll make the whole Galaxy remember his name. Our name. Carved in blood... and that'll be enough monologuing for today. Dagobah calls." He promptly exited the makeshift tomb, displayed the coordinates to Dagobah, and took the ship off Mechis III. Once it was far above the machine planet, the ship went into hyperspace.[/i]

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle entered his fighter and followed his apprentices.

[Enigmatic]

The sith lord exited space and entered the atmosphere of Mechis III. Due to the fact that he was a Sith Lord, he had access to the planet. The planet's defenses identified his ship and allowed him passage. Landing in the hangar, he got out of his ship.

 

"Now time to find an apprentice.."

 

He then began his search for an apprentice of his own.

[Enigmatic]

((Legal Double Post))

 

Revan decided that Venom Division was the most of his concern at the moment. He entered his ship and left towards Cardia.

[Oblivion]

Orders reigning down from the cybernetic division upon Mechis III had turned the rather laxed workings of the facility as of late back to its normal bustling activity. What with the quantity of ideas and discussions from their leader and advisor, everything seems to move faster then ever.

 

The detailed machinery in the massive assembly lines had been stripped and redone, as every new project does to one scale or another. Though, this time, larger buildings were made in its steed. The foundations were pulled out, merging with other buildings closeby to create massive pillars of construct that dwarfed ones of old.

 

More labor was required upon this porject then of the last as well. The far reaching hand of the Empire was well adjusted to outfit labourers of all kinds upon Mechis III, droids and humanoids alike, to begin Project Damaen.

[Oblivion]

As of all recent projects seemed, this one was the most rushed at all. Yet, let it be known that its preparations rivaled that of any previous project begun. Schematics for the varying parts and length were unheard of, as well the alchemical process breeded with machine. Upon completion, the towering sculpture of metal was veiled from any other eyes, sealed in an containment hold and set en route to a fairly familiar planet, escorted by a small squadron of TIE Interceptors for added security purposes.

 

Gleeming with pride, the holofeed resounding from the other side of the communication was of a childish fit of laughter, soon muffled by his own fingers. Giddish outbursts were not common place for a man in his position, immediately questioning himself on why it occured. Thankfully, the sound had cut off just previous, leaving the staff on Mechis III unaware of the embarrassing slip.

 

The man in the grey cloak faded away just as he arrived, remaining in high spirits about what had just occured within the facility...

[Oblivion]

Just as quickly as the lines had been disassembled for Project Damaen, the flooring designs were reset by the aid of heavy machinery and the ambudant labor that was available at hand. They were so used to the changes by now that it went smoother then the last two times, keeping basic parts together after moves, knowing they'd be put right back in place after a month or two was through. Each individual was necessary and each had their own motivations for the work load; whether it be money, fear, or a certain measure of respect for their captors, all of some who lived in far worst conditions then these.

 

Regardless, plans went in order and the facility looked as it once had. Orders were called down to process the storage tanks of mechanical droid units that were first produced for the Helix Station invasion. The units were rolled into place and repackaged on the ships in proper ordering. There, the large Imperial transport vessels, as well having remained from the previous invasion, had been put on standby to launch; destination unknown...

[Kakuto Ryu]

Marth is Awakened by the crushing mental pain of forced ejection from the Training construct, to find himself in the chair he had sat down in not long ago. His body is toned from the intensive training, and covered in a cold sweat.

 

Keep fighting, my student. Head into the base. A few stories above you there is a room with a blast furnace. Once you are there, you will be met with new instructions. For extra flavor, I have informed the droids that you are to be considered hostile. Please do not Die, I'd hate to think I have wasted the effort I have put into you thus far.

 

((You shouldn't run across armies of droids, but expect to find several service models jump you, a couple guard droids try to stop you from entering the room, and at least a couple turrets get in your way. I'm leaving this free form, so have fun with it.))

[Marth Rylus]

Marth laced his hands softly across his body. The cuts, bruises and scraps from training were gone leaving a body toned in more muscle than Marth could ever dream of possesing. The Sith apprentice got to his feet, testing the stability in his legs. The soreness from his intensive workout was still present evedence to his physical improvement. Marth poked his head into the adjacent corridor, still having very little knowledge of the complex. His boots began to fall against the dry metal surface as Marth carried himself away from the room. "I need to go up..."

 

The silence suddenly ceased as a monotone voice invaded the quiet. "Voice confirmation confirmed. Target within the area." As if adorning the dialouge, a crimson streak of light flashed towards that Tatooinian, inches from ending his life. Marth droped to the floor immediately evading several more shots flailing over his head. The droids within the corridor were out of site causing a scene of haze and confusion as shots seemed to spawn from all directions. The panic within Marth seemed to ebb into oblivion as the Force took hold of his senses. A foggy outline of the hall came into view as the Force pinpointed the location of each threat. One droid popped its head from behind the box in the far corner. Marth summoned a wave of energy to him and fliped the box towards wall, crushing the mechanical foe inbetween.

 

Sensing the urge to move, the apprentice rolled to his left as a blaster bolt burned into the ground where his head resided. The blast came from the air , Marth throught when noticing the origion of the blast. He suddenly saw his attacker, perched on a rise above the door he had just exited. Marth used the Force to cut the metal chains holding the loft in place. The droid feel the ground as its foundation collapsed beneeth it. Rylus took the metal robot into his hands and held it in front of him. Several shots where pumped into the limp droid as they worked to absorb the otherwise leath blaster rounds.

 

Summoning a burst of strength, Marth threw the droid as hard as he could. The limp machind drove itself into the remaining threat as the two final droids exploded into a shower of burning circuts. A blaring alarm seemed to follow the explosion. Taking his cue to leave quite seriously, the Sith apprentice took off in any direction he could manage. He turned corner after corner using the Force to propel him forward. Droid after droid popped out of nowhere and fired at a target for too mobile for any shot to connect.

 

Marth finally found the lift he was looking for. He jammed the "up" button almost causing it to break. The result sent him shooting towards the ceiling.

 

Upon the opening of the doors, laser shots fired throughout the lift hoping to take out the hostile apprentice before he could have a shot to escape. Fortunately Marth such a response was coming. As the doors opened, the Sith hopeful remained hidden behind the wall of lift. Eventually the shots ceased as the droids deduced that the target must not be aboard. He waited a few seconds and then pounced out into the open.

 

No time passed for the droids to even compute the Tatooineian's presence. By the time their feeble processing units were capable of such an enviromental interpretation, a Force wave had already knocked them off their feet and into submission. Marth rounded one last corner only to find a door carefully guarded by two turrets sitting motionlessly against the solid frame of the room. Arousing his curiosity, Marth took hold of a nearby piece of scrap metal and chucked it in the line of fire of the turrets. A parade of destruction enused as the small piece of rock was blasted into oblivion. Marth took the hint plain and simpe.

 

Heading back to the main cooridor, Marth took a blaster from the fallen carcas of a droid. He took careful aim at the silent turrets and a couple of shots later, they were destroyed in a shower of scrap metal. Marth then entered the room where he was instructed to go, breathing heavily but still ready for what ever test Kakuto Ryu had in mind.

 

((I unfortunately don't have time to finish this post right now. So I'll edit it later.))

[Guest]

((Delete Please))

Edited October 22, 2006 by Guest

[Bad karma]

Dominique surveyed the workers below her as they constructed the metal beasts to her exact specifications. She had been here for several days now; the droids have been working on the project day and night without rest. They were droids, they needed no rest. The first batch of the dreadnaughts would soon be complete and ready for her to deliver back to Ishvara where she could bind the Spirits into them.

 

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Once completed her ship was loaded up with them, an extra cargo container attached to it to carry the remaining few that her ship couldn't carry. She entered hyperspace, returning to the planet where she would call upon her most unique skills.

[Guest]

((You know what I just noticed...until now, the server ship has been ignored. It was never infected by Sith Alchemy, and nobody has ever posted it missing. It was in low orbit around the planet when the Celeris device was used, and hasn't been dismantled or destroyed.))

 

Suddenly finishing an extremely long algorithm, even for the Server to handle (It had managed to find the square root of -1), it realized the Jedi were no longer on the planet, and it could do nothing to help the current situation. Calculating what it needed to do, it burst into Hyperspace, heading towards a random location in space.

 

It knew it had tracers on it rigged to the main system, and rid itself of them while in hyperspace, leaving the tracking units to forever roam the realms of hyperspace until they came into contact with gravity shadows.

 

 

((Mine.))

[Kakuto Ryu]

((lol... that's cool. Server ship is all yours buddy. I keeps the planets though.))

 

As Marth entered the room he was startled by the sound of the door slamming shut and magnalocking behind him. On a table sat a number of items, a few crystals and a number of electrical devices. Minerals, mostly, in various assorted glass bottles. The furnace had an open door, which emitted an oppressive heat. From the implant in Marth's brain came Kakuto's voice, delivering instructions in the expected mechanical tone.

 

This room contains everything you need to create a lightsaber. You will find that you already know how to build the weapon, as the basic mechanics were loaded into your brain when you were training. Creating one to serve your purposes, however, may be a challenge--Especially since the room you are in does not have any ventilation. If you expect to survive, you must finish your lightsaber and cut your way out before the heat and the lack of oxygen end you.

 

The transmission faded.

 

((Knock it out in one big one or a couple medium ones, it's your call.))

[Marth Rylus]

Marth took a few deep breaths as he listened to the message ring throughout his brain. The fatigue from the journy to this very room was making its presence known. Marth's breath almost ceased as he heard the room was not ventilated. He was running short on air as it was. Panic was quickly replaced by a sadistic grin. He was about to formulate his own weapon. A lightsaber had the ability to cut through virtually any metal in the galaxy. It was weightless and required exact precision only the Force could supply. If the Force could embody itself in a material object, the closet thing the Sith apprentice could think of is a lightsaber. With that thought in mind, Marth Rylus went to work.

 

The tatooinian started by opening the furnace. The heat lashed out at him like a despreate man dying of hunger. Rylus rammed the door closed, beating the fire away. The force of which he silenced the furnace coursed a rippiling noise to flush through the room. He needed to control his strength. Marth bent over the table next to him. Various doodads and parts were sprawled about the surface. Marth's massive hands had difficulty handiling the small devices. There was more than one way to skin a cat however. The hands of the Force were far more precise than anything Marth's physical body could muster. The young Sith fully intergrated that fact as small gadgets began to float through the air. Each piece began to mold itself together, following a mental shematic sheet lodged in Marth's head. The knowledge felt more like instinct than anything. A few minutes passed as the parts within the the hilt formed, its cylindrical shape crisp. The only thing left was the incertion of the crystal. The air within the room began to thin.

 

 

((I'll finish this a bit later.))

[Leonardo Stovachi]

When a man has lost everything and has nothing to gain, his soul burns up and a mere shadows of its essence is all that remains. In that shadows lies all the evil that man can commit against his brother. It is these souls that claim the lives of others, that commit atrocities that even the bravest of men dare not lay their eyes upon. And it is these souls that turns their backs on the light forever.

 

Emerging from hyperspace above the planrt of Mechis III, the Starsword made its way towards the planet. Within the custom designed ship was man whose life had become an empty shell of what used to be a great warrior. But now, only hatred rested in the emerald eyes of Leonardo Stovachi. His dark hair hung loosely around his face, concealing the malice that would be directed towards the galaxy, once he had reunited with his brethern, the Sith.

 

"This is Leonardo Stovachi, requesting permission to land."

[Alpha Fett]

Alpha Fett's YT-2400 drfted out of hyperspace, unoticed by the droid sensors because of the stygian-triprismatic polymer coating on his ship. Alpha scaned the planet for the old droid foundries of the Techno Union. He located it and landed next to it.

 

He got out, leaving Ace to protect it. Alpha held his DLT-19 close to his body, only 13 and scared of the Sith.

[Marth Rylus]

The room began to fill with a tangible layer of soot and filth. The heat expelled from the furnace was like poisen venting into the room. The Sith apprentice, now sweating quite extensively, felt as if he were breathing fire itself. Each breath contained less and less oxygen as it burned away.

 

The process of the lightsaber itself was taking longer than expected. The hilt was coated with a thin layer of steaming liquid, its heat crafting small pockets and contors on the metal hilt. He provided small applications of strength as he turned the blade over and over, letting the fires consume its prize. His patience began to run thin however, as did his lungs. Visible specs of soot and dirt began to take form in the air, rushing into the Sith's nostrils. He began to cough, his throat lavishing its concerns. Marth's musles began to spasm. He was not good at making calculated decisions, that was what instincts were for.

 

The Sith apprentice fully utilized his instincts. He reached his hands into the furnace and took a firsm grasp on the hilt of his constructed blade. The heat of the fire quickly resounded with anger, lashing out with full force. Marth yanked on the device as hard as he could. Small tendrils of fire still remained on the blade, as if holding on for dear life. The heat of the metal began to burn into him, leaving darkened marks all over his palms. The pain was immediate, ravaging through his body like a vamped forest fire. Under the training of the Dark Lord of the Sith however, pain was irrelevant. He almost grew to depend on it; his own version of breathing.

 

Marth's blade shot to life, the heated hilt finally giving way to an activation stud. A brilliant purple beam eminatted from the haze of soot now inhabiting the room. This was no ordinary blade however. The majestic purple color traversed a wider arc, consiting of six inches of pure energy in width. It was also longer, its heavy hilt providing a stronger power sourse. The broadsaber seemed to fit Marth perfectly, its attributes the material reincarnation of his ripe muscles. The Sith apprentice had no time to dwell on this however. He plunged the purple blade in the inner wall. Its devestating effects were quite evident. The metal began to melt immediately, as if rusing away from fear. The broad spectrum of the lightsaber made quick work of the wall as hole big enough to fit him easily formed. Rylus threw himself into it.

 

It was like breathing pure ecstasy. Even the polluted air of the Mechis facility was paradise compared to the previous suffocation. Marth took deep breaths, letting his lungs take in the freash sustinence. He gazed at his own hand, the skin was deeply black. The pain of the heated saber no longer registered in Marth's mind as it started to cool.

 

The Sith kept his purple blade alive, slowly making his way down the corridor. He hadn't a clue what was waiting for him, yet he welcomed the challenge.

[Alpha Fett]

Alpha Fett walked right in and there were the B-1 and 2s. There was also the machenarie used to make the droids. He grabbed a cart and put the droids on it.

 

A glare cuaght his eye, a soot covered tri-advanced droid starfighter. His dad had told him about them, they were wicked. As he pulled the cover off of it, he saw vulcure droids under it too. So he got them too. He realized how much time he was taking. He put the fighters on the cart and headed the frigg out of there.(Sith, if you want to stop me do it now. Tomorrow is my last post here.)

[Marth Rylus]

((You asked for it ))

 

 

The lack of guidence was starting to get on Marth's nerves. He had successfully built his lightsaber and succeed in the task that Kakuto layed out for him. Now he was simply roaming around the base like a hamster stuck in a box. He rounded each coner with an air of hopelessness. He was half expecting the Dark Lord to be standing to greet him. Yet he lost confidence in that situation with each empty corridor.

 

The Sith apprentice shuffling down a large hanger. The Force suddenly grabbed his attention as if yanking his neck towards the exit. A small boy was running towards the open air of the facility. He had several droid parts nesseled in a cart. He was leaving all too quickly to avoid suspicion. The Tatooine was slightly confused however. It seemed no droid anywhere in the facility had attacked or tried to halt him. It seemed he was exceptional at stealth, only to forgo its use here. No amount of stealth could hide from the Force however.

 

With that very thought in mind, Marth summened the mystic power to him. He lashed its power through the muscles in his body, releasing it. The boy suddenly frose, as if invisible arms held him in place. Rylus slowly meandered his way over to the small child, looking no older that twelve.

 

"I believe those dorids don't be long to you." Marth kept his lightsaber safely hiddenly beneath the folds of his tunic. There was no need to brandish it yet. The Sith would release has Force grip on the boy momentarily, if only to test his new toy.

[Alpha Fett]

The Sith losened his grip and let Alpha go.

 

He held his DLT-19 in one hand and his E-11b in the other. He didn't know how good the sith was at lightsaber-to-blaster combat, but Alpha knew that he himself was not good at body-to-lightsaber combat. He open fired on the Sith with his blasters. He shot the sith once but the Sith used lightsaber and protected his self.

Edited November 10, 2006 by Guest

[Leinemaster]

A clawcraft class fighter appeared from hyperspace over the planet Mechis III. As the craft approached the planet, its pilot ”“ Det Juzaka ”“ looked at the console ”“ studying about it. This volcanic world once hosted Techno Union and Arakyd owned droid factories. Det set coordinates to land on a platform outside the old factory.

 

Once the craft touched down, Det put his datapad into his cloak pocket, got out and proceeded inside. He found that there were several human settlers scattered about the complex ”“ and that there was significant damage done to parts of it. He came across running a parts shop which was tended to by a middle aged male human who had a prosthetic arm. The man looked at Det and seemed curious.

 

”œWhatever are you looking for?”

[Marth Rylus]

((Just so you know, there arn't really any humans here. ms, I take it that was your first post?))

 

 

Marth released his grip on the young boy, hoping to see what the kid could do. He was quite faster than he expected, letting loose his own fire power. Unfortunately, Marth's bulk got quite in the way of his speed. Several blasts from the pistal sailed right around the young Sith. Unfortunately one stray bolt can make all the difference.

 

Within an instant, the piece of energy flashed into Rylus' side, burning his flesh as it went. Almost out of instinct, the Sith apprentice turned to the Force, letting its power flow over him like pure water clearing away the taint of mud. The Force did the trick as the progression of the wound suddenly halted, leaving a deep black mark adorning his stomach.

 

Marth was already on the move however. His purple blade flashed to life. Its broad head was capable of much more damage and power than a conventional lightsaber. Marth steered the device amid the path of another flashing laser bolt. The shot met the blade and found its path reversed. The red streak suddenly shifted direction has it headed straight towards the boy's head.

 

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