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Roon

 

 

Astrographical Information

Region: Outer Rim Territories

Sector: Abrion Sectior; The Cloak of the Sith

System: Roon System

Suns: 1

Moons: 1

Grid Coordinates: R-5

Rotation Period: Special (tide-locked)

Orbital Period: 414 standard days (tide-locked)

 

Physical Information

Class: Terrestrial

Atmosphere: Type I

Climate: Temperate

Primary Terrain: Plains, Frozen Mountains, Mudfields, Oceans

Points of Interest:

 

 

Tawntoom Province

Tawntoom was the capital city of the planet Roon. It was located inside of a caldera and was ruled by a Governor indoctrinated to the Sith name. A caldera is a volcanic feature formed by the collapse of a volcano into itself, making it a large and special form of volcanic crater. A caldera collapse is usually triggered by the emptying of the magma chamber beneath the volcano, as the result of a large volcanic eruption. It is here that the spread of exotic trade and the dangers of the criminal market finds itself webbed all throughout the capital.

 

The Graveyard

The Graveyard on Roon was the site of countless Bantha skeletons. Similar to other planets, closely-knit family units of bantha result in unique social behavior. On Roon, aging members of a herd slowly make their way to the site of the graveyard, where they lay down to die amidst the remnants of their ancestors. It is here, among the skeletons, that horrific creatures are rumored to exist, preying upon the all who are foolish enough to set out across the wind-swept plains. Notably, the Bantha Graveyard was not only the resting place of these deceased beasts, but also the site of numerous downed ships, from starfighters to freighters. Scientists have theorized that this has something to do with the interference of Roon's event horizon with navigational systems.

 

Roon Sea

 

 

Societal Information

Fauna: Shamunaar, Sith Spawn, Mynocks, Banthas, Rockhoppers, Mogos, Kalaks.

Indigenous Species: ---

Immigrated Species: Taung, Humans, Twi'lek, Duros, Sullustans, Koboks

Primary Language(s): Galactic Basic, Bocce, Durese

Faction Affiliation: Sith

Government: Dictatorship

Major Imports: Technology

Major Exports: Flame Jewels, Spice, Roonstones

 

 

 

* TRAVEL TO ROON IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE

 

 

 

History:

 

Roon only rotated on its axis once every orbit around the sun, rendering one side constantly bright and the other side constantly dark. Unlike Ryloth, however, the lit side of the world was not scorching, nor was the dark side frigid; this phenomenon may be due to cloud cover, or an extensive ozone layer. Whatever the reason, Roon long served as a staging point for spice smugglers coming from Ryloth until the Death Wind Corridor collapsed under the severe shifts of the cosmic debris fields. Roon has been abandoned for more than the stretch of decades from the pursuits of major factions. As the impenetrable cosmic dust fields known as the Cloak of the Sith evolved into worsening conditions, the few charted routes that already existed had become impassable and access further dwindled to only the wise few. It is said that after the arrivals of Dark Lord Exodus and Lord Furion many years ago, the blatant infection of the Cloak of the Sith deepened and was believed to now brandish a thickening effusion of what is known to rumor as the as the weight of the dark side of the force.

 

Planetside, vast networks of deconstructed merchant fleets still exist and sprawl across the illuminated side of the planet. With the planet being largely self-sufficient and plentiful in resources, Tawntoom Province flourishes with uncharted promise, despite the dark nature of its' black market traders similar to those on Nar Shadda. Roon had a temperate climate and standard gravity, making it a comfortable place to live for many species. Over the decades, settlers of various species arrived on this planet and made it their homes. Mostly the descendants of stranded smugglers and pirates maintain the shipyards that were built so long ago, but an attachment to the Sith has always been aligned throughout the dark surface of the planet, and those who claim Roon as residence would not dare to forget it.

 

((Summary compiled by Exodus. Thank you!))

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  • 4 weeks later...

After a difficult journey through the hazardous asteroids, following the co-ordinates to the letter to get to this destination, two freighters arrive and work begins according to the specifications and designs provided. They unload and head back, leaving the work parties to commence their duties. They would return with extra supplies and more materials, making the complex state of the art with all manner of defenses.

 

The Link had been contracted to build a special complex for a special customer... This customer had provided the co-ordinates in which to get their safely...

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(Legal double post)

 

The freighters made the difficult return journey back to where the complex was being built. Supplies were unloaded and the building continued. It took several weeks hard labour until finally the job was done. Satisfied workers stood back, the foreman checking the buildings through making sure that everything was done to the client's specifications and plans. They took alot of pride in their work and made sure that everything was done with the highest quality materials.

 

The job completed, the workmen boarded the freighters and made their way back to base. The Nav computers wiped after they had left so that the location of the complex was not traceable.

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  • 1 month later...

The proximity alert sounded. When the ship finally slid smoothly out of hyperspace, Shy-Ree made her way forward to the cockpit. She needed to see exactly where Barton had sent them. Ahead, suspended before the ever expanding black of the universe, loomed a brilliant jewel of a plant surrounded by a mess of asteroids.

 

"There? That's our final destination?" She asked the pilot.

 

He nodded. "Yes miss. That is where we were instructed to bring you. It is called Roon."

 

Shy eyed the pilot curiously, wondered if he was capeable of getting them safely through the planet's protective swirl of natural satellites. She decided that she didn't entirely trust his skills. Especially not with her babies on board. She moved nearer to the pilot, placed a hand firmly on his shoulder and gently merged a bit of her mind into his own... just as an extra precaution. "Well then. Get us through to Roon if that's where your master wanted us to be." she said with an entirely friendly grin. Shy even patted the pilot reassuringly on the back as a show of 'faith' in him before she left the cockpit.

 

Moments later Shy was back in the room with her children. She slipped onto the bed between Rose and Rath, tenderly wrapped her arms about them then closed her eyes. She tugged the force to her then let it expand ever outward. Immediately she was aware of the planet's surroundings. She could see and foresee the somewhat chaotic trajectories of its asteroids and debris. She sensed out a safe route through to Roon. Using her scant connection to the pilot's mind Shy-Ree softly urged him along her preferred path through the encompassing planetary clutter.

 

Not long after they safely and without incident touched down onto the planet's surface. The pilot, unaware that his mind had been subtly manipulated, personally made his way back to escort Shy-Ree and the children from the ship. She declined, prefered to wait for Trowa's arrival before setting foot onto the alien world. Shy closed her eyes again and finally let herself feel. She literally ached to see Trowa again. To hear him, to touch him, to let all her senses indulge in his wickedly addictive presence. She knew he would be there soon. But for Shy, soon was not nearly soon enough.

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((MasterJediJesus: To get to Roon, you have to go through the cloak.

Static Savior: Yes. Or that extremely dangerous Twi'lek smuggling route.

MasterJediJesus: So, before you can land, you need to make 1-2 dedicated posts about trying to navigate it unless you're you or a friend of you, who'd get your direction

 

This means if you are not a friend and are hostile, you must take time to navigate. If my fleet is in system that will make it much more dangerous, plus any planetary defenses that might be activated.

 

Defenses:

 

75 Turbolaser Batteries-These were stripped off of the BS cap ship I scored, fifty of them are positioned on the surface of the planet to defend the main route in, the other twenty five are protecting the other lesser used, way less safe route.

 

30 Ion Cannon Batteries: twenty front, ten back.

 

All the Asteroids and some of the floating space 'debris' are also outfitted with Ion cannons and turbolaser batteries. There are mines are the very outskirts of the system that can detect incoming ships in hyperspace. They then activate a gravwell and rip the ship out of hyperspace, ionize it, and send a message to the defense center concerning the data on the ship. These were compliment of Slicer, as he requested to buy them and I made some for myself.

 

The main, and only, entrance has new shield tech that allows it to ensure that No one is followed in by another ship or person. One shield deactivates allowing the person in and before they are allowed lower, that shield reactivates thus sealing them inside. This process continues as they go downwards, deactivating and reactivating roughly twenty different shields.

 

There are gravity traps inside the base, the hanger is outfitted with electromagnets for the ships that aren't permitted to leave. Below the underground city proper creatures of nightmares lurk and will defend their home if required. Some of the hallways can lock down and all the vents can realize lethal toxins. Automated turrets have been added to nearly Every public room, some private rooms, all hallways.

 

There is also a ship yard in system and please don't think I am stupid enough to have some huge above ground compound. Unless you are a friend you'll just have to search the planet and hope to find my under ground lair...haha. ))

 

Trowa's ship dropped out of hyper-space and rocketed through the rocky field before him. He moved through it with grace and precision that no normal person would ever be able to muster. He could feel Shy's presence below him, and he was sure she would know he was in the system now, feeling his dark signature rolling outwards over the planet.

 

Descending ever downwards Trowa punched a few numbers into the keyboard before him, signaling the opening of the hidden entrance to his compound as it was completely underground. He landed next to the ship that had carried Shy in, noting she was still inside of it with the twins for some reason. Opening up the small entrance to the Uncrowned King, Trowa jumped down, grimacing from the pain that shot through his body from his broken ribs and bruised side.

 

It would take time for both of them to heal, but he had more important things to do at the moment. As he was moving to Board the ship Shy was on a Guard approached him and gave him a data-pad listing all of the traps set up within the compound as well as the security codes and a layout of the area. He was pleased to see that the transport had arrived back from Kamnio, but a bit irritated at the fact that the one from the Golden Link hadn't returned.

 

After handing the pad back to the Guard and telling him to deliver it to his personal chambers Trowa boarded the ship Shy was on. Pulling the force to him, he embraced the pain and allowed the power he received to give him an Iron Facade, looking as if nothing was wrong with him...even though it was obvious from the odd protrusions from his chest and the massive bruise coating his left side.

 

"So, did you miss me?"

 

Coughing a bit, he gave a half hearted grin as a bit of blood split onto the floor from his mouth. Stepping forward as to cover it slightly, he wiped the remainder from his mouth and sat down at the edge of the bed with her and the twins. Running his hand slowly through Rose's hair he looked up at her, in obvious pain now.

 

"The house is gone, but I am here now. We are safe, and alone finally."

 

Readjusting himself, Trowa leaned against the wall of the ship for a few minutes. He didn't really want to get up at all, and was perfectly content to sit here until his body was back to one hundred percent, but he knew that eventually he would have to get up. The guards could lead them to his personal chambers, he would let Shy decide when to leave.

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Shy had felt the sleek potency of His presence, and stood. The skies became overcast by the insidiously nebulous force that was Trowa Barton. She grinned and revelled in the dark caress of his presence. The familiar feeling of rabid lust tainted with fragments of twisted fear rampaged through Shy's body. She shivered inside, both prized and despised the way Barton so effortlessly aroused the fiercest of her emotions. His affect on her had grown to monsterous proportions since she'd given birth to the twins. All along she'd struggled against the ever increasing feelings she'd had for him. She could fight them no more. Shy realized in that moment that she belonged to Trowa and always would...

 

Shy-Ree sat, calmed the tempest of savage emotions within and took the twins into her arms. When finally the object of her increasing obsession found his way to them, Shy noted his visible injuries and his masquerade of painlessness. And when all Trowa asked was if she'd missed him, he'd served only to endear himself all the more to Shy. She smiled lightly as Trowa ran his fingers through Rose's hair. It was amazing that his hands, hands that had inflicted some of the most unspeakable torments, could also be so reverent and tender.

 

When she looked back up into Trowa's eyes, she could see the hurt sparking within. Rage ran rampant through Shy. The thought of anyone causing him such pain momentarily infuriated her. She forced the rage away and inched nearer to Trowa, gently peeled open his shirt. She cringed upon seeing his obviously broken ribs. There was, however, a slight consolation in knowing that his opponent was probably in far worse condition if not dead. "I'd hate to see what the other guy looks like..." she whispered.

 

Shy-Ree stood suddenly, brushed back Trowa's hair and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll be right back." She left the room and a few minutes later returned with a pair of Trowa's guards, a narrow stretcher spanned the space between them. Shy moved to Trowa, eased him off the bed and helped him to the stretcher. Before he could stubbornly object to accepting a bit of assistance, Shy neared his ear and whispered, "You've fought enough this day. Don't fight us on this. We're only trying to help. Let us help. Please. I'll have you fixed up in no time... promise." She then lovingly caressed his face until he noticeably relaxed, then helped him to sprawl on the stretcher.

 

When he was situated comfortably, Shy-Ree bent nearer to Trowa and pressed her lips softly to his. "And yes. We did miss you. Especially me. I missed you madly...you magnificent psychopath." she teased, hoping to wrench another smile out of his somber face. She kissed him quickly again then motioned for the guards to haul Trowa away. Shy gathered the babies and followed directly behind as they were lead into the compound.

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Trowa gave Shy a bit of a grin as the Guards began to carrier the, completely unneeded, stretcher towards his private chambers. He could still taste the salty, metallic blood of the bounty hunter. It had certainly been an interesting taste. With the way that one acted, who knows, he might get another taste in the future. There was a new power Trowa wished to test out, but he would wait until he got into a fight once more. Despite the fact it would be highly useful in his current health.

 

Once inside the room, Trowa leaned up and got off of the stretcher, grunting from the sharp pain in his side as he did. With a wave of his hands the Guards left him, Shy, and the twins alone. The room was lavishly decorated, every fabric in the room represented who he was. From the smooth crimson silk sheets and midnight quilt, to the dark metal that brought out the industrial style that he had always loved. Off to the corner sat his weapons, his trench coat hanging up just above them. He would have to get more clothes, but that wouldn't be a problem. He would notify his man at the Golden Link Casino to pick him up some.

 

"Glad you missed me, I didn't want to be alone in the feeling."

 

Trowa laid back on the bed for a few minutes, clenching and un-clenching his fist and watching as his veins protruded. Power coursed through every fiber of his being, the power so many would rape, maim, and murder for. He had taken to it and accepted it as just another gift to assist him in any of his goals. No one would ever be able to claim that he was unable to protect his family. No one. Not this time...he had given up everything to seek out revenge, but in the end all it brought him was a new love and a power to protect the trio that received such love.

 

He knew Shy would be able to sense the despair slip from within him as the thought of his other daughter and wife crossed his mind. Old memories sprang up, and ripped him down. It would be like a mist slipping from between his lips, almost as if he had spoken of the thing that pained him. The gift and curse of one connected to the force was increased empathy for others. Most became like an open book to a powerful practitioner. Shoving the thoughts away, he turned to her with a half hearted smile on his face.

 

"Playing doctor now, are we? I always had you pegged as more of a Mad Doctor type, not one to actually take such great care of a patient."

 

Flashing her a grin he moved about slightly, getting comfortable on the bed and watching her with the twins. There was a place for them towards the corner for when they would need to sleep, and just down the way they would be able to get a bite to eat. Running a hand down his side Trowa grimmeced, that bruise would take quite some time to fully heal.

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The place he'd brought them to was splendidly lavish. Shy moved silently across the room and carefully sat along side Trowa, soaking up his prominant increase in power as well as the pain of his tragic past as it burst forth into the present. She wanted so desperately to spirit him forever away from all the agony that life had weighted him down with. But it was an impossible want. As her mind reeled for words or gestures of sympathy she could bestow upon Trowa, he suddenly smiled and spoke of a different subject.

 

Shy let out a harsh little, "Ha!" in reply to his assessment of her doctoring skills. With a wry grin as she looked down at the wakening twins. "Hear that? Your father thinks I'm the mad doctor type. This, coming from a man who's repeatedly experimented on and mutated his own body. And he has the nerve to call me mad?" She glanced back at Trowa, her violet eyes now alight with avid devilry. "As soon as Rose and Rath are asleep... your fixing will begin. You'll soon find out how excellent a doctor I can pretent to be and how lovingly I care for my patients...Barton."

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Trowa began to laugh a bit at her comment, but it only brought about more pain. He chuckled a bit, enduring it as it was no where near that bad. She was right about his own skills and experiments. He was quite surprised that the twins had not shown any obvious signs of the genes they had inherited from him. He would have to run a few tests when he got the chance, provided Shy would allow it of course.

 

"Barton, Huh? Haven't been called that in a while." He paused for a second and glanced over at the kids, watching them move around for a bit before settling into position. "I will have you know that I am a perfectly sain and humane doctor of sorts. Though I almost choked from telling such a lie."

 

With a simple wave of his hand he lifted Shy off of the ground and levitated her to his side. He could only be comfortable with her here. He actually had a reason not to dive head first into a battle now, a reason to care if he lived or died and a good reason it was. He planted a kiss on her lush lips before pulling back slightly and holding her in place with the force. Standing up he slowly made his way towards the twins to play with them a bit as Shy realized that she couldn't move.

 

"What kind of Doctor just lets her patient get up and wonder about, hmm?"

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His laughter, though somewhat pained, made Shy smile. She couldn't recall the last time she'd heard him laugh...or if she'd ever heard him laugh for that matter. All she could remember was getting the odd snicker or smart ass chuckle out of him before. In turn, she was about to burst into laughter at his vastly skewed self assessment of being sane and humane...but she never got the chance. Before she knew it Trowa had pulled her to him and kissed her. As he broke away and left, Shy tried to rise. 'What the...' she thought when she realized she couldn't move. 'Dammit...I can't believe I'm in this position... again ...and so soon..' she thought bitterly and remembered, with mixed emotions, what had happened last time he'd pinned her down. After Trowa's question, she quit struggling and sighed out in false surrender.

 

"The kind of doctor who momentarily forgot how slippery and sinister her patient can be..." Shy answered, her voice dripping with defeat. She closed her eyes and smiled. As much as she wanted to, Shy-Ree didn't subscribe to immediate retaliation. She waited, her patience indomitable, as Trowa spent some time with his children. She relaxed and silently counted off the seconds that spanned between her answer and the moment she would put her disorderly patient back into line.

 

After a while, Shy sensed that the twins were slipping back to sleep. Without warning, she did to Trowa what he'd done to her, except a bit more forcefully. She yanked him toward her, viciously spun him into a horizontal position and levitated him to hang, facing down, just above her. Trowa was suspended parallel to Shy, barely an inch of space between their bodies. She stared adoringly up into his emerald eyes then moved her head upward just a bit so that her lips could greet his. Shy kissed him with a desire that trembled precariously on the border of being violent, then broke away.

 

The adoration that had danced in her eyes suddenly died and was replaced with something akin to dull indifference. Shy quickly 'forced' Trowa up against the ceiling, pressed him there, closed her eyes and sensed out his fractured ribs. She snaked the force around the first of the broken bones and snapped it back into place.

"We could have done this the easy way..."

she muttered, then abrupty set another broken bone,

"...but you had to go..."

another rib was cruelly yanked back to where rightly belonged,

"... and be difficult..." ,

the final fracture was wrenched back together and she looked up at Trowa,

"...as usual."

 

The protrusions on his chest, that were the result of the shattered bones, were now gone. All that visibly remained was the swelling and bruising...and whatever twisted revenge Trowa was planning to exact on Shy as repayment for the way she'd reconstructed his ribs.

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Trowa cracked a grin as Shy pressed him to the ceiling, it seemed she had grown a pair since the last encounter of theirs. He gasped at the sudden pain of his rib being violently reset. He stared down at her, not making a sound but taking sharp quick breaths the entire time she was manipulating the force into doing her bidding. He had to give her credit, she was creative in her methods.

 

Catching her eyes he enthralled her through the use of the force and began the slow process of melding their minds into perfect harmony. It was a difficult task, but he fueled his power through the pain in his chest and sheer drive to want to test this power out. Once their minds had been brought together he closed his eyes and began to rip her conscious mind from her body and pull it into his own mind. With drawing both of them from reality and placing them firmly in a land created by Trowa.

 

A bone chilling wind crossed the barren landscape as Shy was firmly grounded in this new area. Her feet were heavy as stone. The only colors around her where those of Crimson, Black, and Purple. Colors of Charisma and Power, of royalty, and of Strength. . Slowly the surroundings began to take on subtle changes at the order of their creator. Everything seemed so full of energy, a fire seemed to be burning at the edge of everything, only just beyond mundane perceptions. That was all that was granted to her at this point in time though. She would have to be cunning to escape this prison, as those who relied to much on the mystical became jaded to normal power.

 

A figure formed before her, he was familiar and wholly foreign all at once. One half os his body represented Trowa, the other half Darex. Of course it was an illusion, but here in Trowa's mind anything was possible. He began to walk towards her. His footsteps echoed in her ears, as if her heart were pounding. He stopped right in front of her and asked one simple question.

 

"What are you?"

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She looked about herself, not knowing what had just happened or where she was. A chill wind slashed at her exposed flesh as Shy's eyes soaked up the surrealistic scenery. The odd world in which she was now thrust, was immersed in colors that were familiar and faintly unnerving. Yet fear or distress did not entirely consume her. Curiosity was the driving force that took possession of Shy-Ree. She always had been and always would be an overly inquisitive creature.

 

Wanting to explore more of the peculiar world, Shy tried to move but her feet felt welded to the spot. She looked down. There appeared to be nothing obviously wrong with her feet or the barren ground upon which they were rooted. She struggled to step forward again. Her feet would not move. A low grunt of frustration escaped her lips as she tried to will herself free..

 

She happened to look up as, from out of nothing, a figure took shape. Her eyes narrowed and glared with irate suspicion at the spectre. However, as it manifested, Shy's eyes widened in disbelief at the creature that it eventually became. It was as if someone had neatly bisected both of Shy's masters, took half of each and fused those halves together to create the disturbing assemblage that now approached her. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the chill that flashed through Shy's body with each nearing step the Trowa/Darex creation took. She tried to back away from abomination...but her feet were still caught fast by some unseen force. As it finally stood before her, Shy looked off to the left, then to the ground. She did not want to face 'it'. She had always dreaded the thought of facing the both of them at once.

 

"What are you?" it asked. Shy tensed. Traces of both mens' voices could be heard in the question. She did not answer right away. She couldn't. Shy-Ree wasn't sure what, exactly, she was.

 

"What am I?" she eventually echoed back. Shy looked up at the thing before her, glared into it's green eyes before turning her attention to and addressing the Darex half. "I am the light..." then focussed on the Trowa half,"...and I am the dark." She continued to address each half seperately, her anger grew with each word uttered. "I am an apprentice ...and I am a Lord. The blessed... and the battered. The saved... and the shattered. The emancipated... and the enslaved." Shy then, her eyes glistening with rage, glared at 'Darex', "I AM NOTHING... BUT A FAILURE.!" She turned to fully face 'Trowa'. "AND NOTHING... BUT A FRAUD!'

 

She gathered all her anger and used it assist in breakng the invisible hold on her feet. Shy forced one foot forward to get nearer to 'it'. "And what are you?" she hissed. She managed to drag her other foot forward, "YOU. You are the things that made me what I am today. You are to blame for the monstrosity that I have become." She struggled another step forward. "And I am SICK to DEATH of the both of you wieghing me down." she growled, her face inches from it's face. Shy drew back her right hand, growled menacingly and swung, full force, at the freakish creatue before her.

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With practiced ease the creature rose a hand and caught Shy's. Keeping its grip firm the creation starred her down. This was taking an interesting turn and perhaps would turn out better then expected, or worse of course. The landscape around them slowly began to change into that of the Jedi Dojo, the first place Shy had gone to become a Jedi. It was in prime condition, in fact it looked identical to the day she got there....

 

"I am light and I am dark. I am just and I am callous. I am that which serves and protects, as well as that which stalks the night for my next victim. What, exactly have you ever been held back from? How were you weighed down? Are you truly that ambitious?"

 

The figure held his right arm straight out from his shoulder, and as her eyes traveled down the arm she watched as a lightsaber appeared within the hand at the end. Darex's hand. In a whirl of color the scene shifted once more as new thoughts flooded her mind. Right before her eyes flashed the duel between Darex and Trowa on the roof top of a Coruscant Skyscraper. It was then she realized she had a lightsaber in her hand as well, and was on a roof top across from the hooded figure. The face gone, the familiar figure gone. The only thing that remained was the lightsaber in its hand.

 

Snap-hiss

 

The ominous crimson blade slipped from within its container, a challenge to Shy-Ree. She would have to fight for her life. Knowing full well what losing meant, what it would mean for her kids. She would surely fight. A breeze rustled the tattered midnight cloak her foe, causing it to flow out behind him. And so the test continued.

 

"Who are you?"

 

Lifting the blade up in front of him the figure charged Shy, if she didn't react quick enough her body would be cut in twine. Her children left mother-less, to be raised by the great Sith Master Trowa Barton and his lackeys. A full moon rose up above the combatants as the normal hustle and bustle of the city was muted just for them.

 

 

Had she had the time to look at herself, she would realize she had taken on the part of Darex in this duel and the creature charing her, lusting after her blood, was the man that had always chased after Darex to eliminate him. She had never bothered to even ask why he wanted the Jedi's blood so much, or even cared to see why he had let the Jedi go on Dagobah...

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((sorry it's so long...))

 

The scenery changed. The Jedi Dojo. A place she once loved. A place she now despised. The place where she'd made first contact with the Jedi... and then was dually attacked by a Jedi. Shy-Ree should have, then, taken the attack as a sign that she was never meant to stand in the light. But she stepped blindly through the, now obviously apparent, foreshadow. She was untried and trusting and taken with the Jedi Knight that had taken her on as his apprentice. With him as her Master, she was dead sure that she was meant to be a Jedi. There was nothing she desired more...

 

As the memories flooded back, The Creature's claims and questions drilled into Shy's thoughts. It's voice, like an on coming storm, rolled through her recollections. She looked to It. A pang of fear quivered within her when she beheld the lightsaber in Darex's hand. The Jedi Dojo then collapsed from sight and Coruscant sprung up from absolute nothingness to encase and include Shy.

 

Fortunately she'd never had to witness Barton and Trevelian fight. Until now. As the battling men appeared Shy only stood motionless and mute. Her heart ripped gravely in two. Her mind split yet again. It surrendered to the unshakeable duality that each of her masters, unknowingly, had a hand in creating. She realized that her's was a duplicity that she'd allowed. Had she been stronger, steadier, Shy would never have been hewn so easily in two. Shivering with the chill of sudden prehension, she looked from the fight. Looked down to the weapon that rested comfortably in her trembling hand.

 

Snap-hiss.

 

She not only heard the weapon ignite, she'd 'felt' it ignite. Shy's head slowly turned. She glowered towards the hooded thing. Scarlet light from It's weapon glinted in her eyes.

 

"Who are you?"

 

There was no time to answer. The thing charged like a zealous wraith sent to reclaim her soul for Hell. Her now steady fingers gripped tighter about her weapon. But Shy didn't ignite it. She waited, shifted her stance. Waited, brought both hands to cradle her weapon. Waited, calmly, until It was right upon her. It's weapon, nothing but a blood read blur, hacked down upon Shy-Ree. At the last second her blue lightsaber hissed to life and halted the red. Sparks spewed outward from the crossed blades. Shy pushed with all her might, all her resolve.

 

"I've always had ambitons!" she screamed then swiftly ducked and swirled away from her attacker. She stumbled backward a bit before finding her footing. "But around every bend there was someone waiting to kidnap or kill me. I can't very well fullfill ambitions when I'm captured or a corpse. Or in one instance, a Star Destroyer's Hood ornament." She said bitterly, then flashed a spiteful smile. She suddenly realized she had learned to rely too much on others. She'd always hoped someone would happen along to save her instead of attempting to save herself.

 

With amplified ire Shy slinked, still smiling, towards It. She waited again. Waited eagerly for it strike first. The wraith brought up it's weapon, it's shredded cloak whipped about in the wind. Finally, It struck, only to be blocked again. The lightsabers momentarily broke apart, then clashed again repeatedly. Shy was kept on the defensive as the thing ruthlessly attacked. Scarlet and azure sparked and slashed and hissed unendingly in the night. Shy was easily pressed back to the building's edge. She didn't have see to know that it was one hell of a long drop. She surrendered. Her face became a mask of fear. She shook her head negatively. Teetered awkwardly on the sky scraper's narrow ledge. Her attacker loomed forward and seemed to revel in the sight of the cornered woman.

 

"No." she pleaded, then quickly glanced around as if expecting someone. "Don't. Please. I have little ones. They depend on me."

 

The creature advanced, both hands gripped the weapon that would surely escort Shy-Ree into Death's embrace yet again.

 

"Don't kill me!" she cried out. "Please. My children. They need me." She cowered into a submissive crouch and deactivated her lightsaber. "Please...don't..."

 

It raised the lightsaber...

 

The pathetic fear that had saturated Shy's eyes, disapated. Instantly she wrapped tendrils of the force around each of It's fingers and wrenched them so violently from the lightsaber hilt that each didget nearly snapped clean from It's hands. The scarlet lightsaber dropped free. The blue lightsaber hissed to life as Shy-Ree leapt over her attacker and landed lightly behind him. She called her enemy's weapon into her hand, spun and scissored the weapons just behind the back of It's neck. "Don't move." she whispered. "With but a flinch of a muscle, you're decapitated."

 

She pressed the sabers closer to It's neck, the blades seared through the back of the creature's hood. Her anger was irrepressable. The thing before her would have cut her down without a second thought... even as she pleaded for her life. "I should kill you," she hissed, her rage demanding long overdue satisfaction. She leaned in a bit closer, "Who am I? Who am I you ask? I have finally learned the lessons that life has been beating into me. I'm a slave no more. I am...my own master."

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In a mere second the saber was gone from her hands and once more she was standing opposite of the figure in the tattered cloak. Though something was different this time, a faint green glow was being emitted from within. The hood slipped back and Trowa's shimmering emerald eyes caught Shy's violate eyes. He cocked his head to one side and raised an eye brow at her. Shooting her one of his infamous twisted grins he disappeared.

 

The landscape changed to something that would be all to familiar to Shy-Ree. The forests of Naboo, not far away was a river. Though this time she seemed to be stalking through the shadows after someone. As the river came into view she caught sight of her prey sitting at the edge of the water. A heavy trench coat, Trowa's, covered her body. It would seem much easier to maneuver in this time around though. The figure turned to her, the light side practicly radiating off of him.

 

"Trowa..."

 

He was speaking to Shy, why he had called her such wouldn't seem immediately obvious to some. The Jedi moved forward a bit, resting his hand on his lightsabers hilt. A Jedi never made the first move, at least that is what they were taught. Whether it held true or not was a question so many had asked themselves over the many years they patrolled the galaxy. He pushed a calming, yet subtle wave of the force out over the area. It brought everything into a clearer perspective.

 

"To Master ones self, is to hold the potential to Master any of ones peers and lesser beings around them. Do you honestly think you have reached that point? That you would ever be able to reach that point? Tell me, how many times have you Escaped deaths icy cluches rather then hanging back and taking what life dealt you?"

 

He held out his left hand, making a perfectly straight line with his arm as the other had on the roof tops of Coruscant. It was an odd thing, as Darex was right-handed. Calling his saber to his hand he ignited the azure blade and held it firmly before him in a stance that Shy would recognize as form III. She held within her so much potential, yet it was as of yet un-sparked, truly untapped. He was ready for a fight, but waited for the aggressor to strike.

 

"If you are ambitious, go out and carve out a place for yourself in this galaxy, using the tools a Sith finds themselves must accustomed too. The bones of their fallen foes. If you are a Master of yourself, escape from this simple trick of the force, trick of the mind."

 

Darex's body was overcome with Shadows, the last sight Shy had of him was his screaming face as they consumed him, entering into his mouth and changing his body. The light saber's blade disappeared for a few seconds. The darkness then receded and wrapped tight around the figures body, forming a skin tight black dress. Finally, short spiky hair exploded into cascade of treacherous dark tresses that seemed to be caressed gently by some unseen wind.

 

She was looking at an almost mirror image of herself, from the time she had spent in service of hell. She would have to defeat herself, in order to truly Master herself. The only problem was, that in this realm the shadowy servant of hell had as much control over the force as Shy, had every ounce of knowledge that she had, and knew all of her moves. The servant of Hell ignited a violet blade, awaiting her foes first move.

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The scene shifted again. Shy began to wonder just what was happening, but the fleeting glimpse of Trowa caused her to lose her train of thought. He smiled that annoyingly demented smile then vanished.

 

And suddenly she was on Naboo. Shy found herself drawn to something or someone and prowled straight towards 'it.' She stepped out from the dark onto the river's edge, and there saw the creature she'd been stalking. He turned and addressed her as Trowa. It was odd, yes, but before she could make sense of it, Darex spoke. She drew the slight sting of his words into her mind and locked it there, considered his questions and offered only a slim grin in reply. She was, however, mildly annoyed that he was telling her to carve out a place in the galaxy. Her ambitons were her own. She would set out after them whenever she felt the need to. Not when someone told her to. His final few words snagged sharply in her mind though...

 

Then they came. Shy watched in stone cold silence as Darex was swarmed and swallowed away by shadows. As the shadow drew away, Shy-Ree was slightly amused to see that a former version of herself had replaced Darex. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little Hell whore." Shy said with a cheery grin. "I never realized I'd looked like such a...prostitute." Seemingly from out of no where, Shy's lightsaber appeared in her hand. She activated it. The red blade hissed angrily to life, as if lusting to inflict some death. "You should be easy enough. I shall take great pleasure in hacking you apart." Weapon readied, she charged and batted with inhuman speed at Hell-Shy's head.

 

Shy's twin merely bent backward at an amazingly impossible angle, righted herself and with her own weapon swatted Shy's saber to the side."I see you've amounted to nothing more than a Sith's little skank. How dreadfully ambitious of you." The Hell Shy said in a low, sultry voice. With a tiny toss of her head she flung back her long hair, brought her weapon to bear and grinned.

 

Shy-Ree shrugged. "Being with Barton has it's perks. The various positions I've held under him have made it all worth while." She grinned maliciously, lunged forward and sent powerful burst of the force straight into the other's chest. Hell-Shy flew many feet backward and slammed into the ground. Shy instantaneously spiralled into the air, whirled her saber blade to face down and dropped hard upon her twin. But just before contact Hell-Shy merely rolled out of the way. Shy-Ree's lightsaber plunged deep into nothing but earth.

 

"A harlot to the last." Hell-Shy sneered. She jumped up, backhanded the thin air. Shy was violently ripped away from her earth caught weapon, flung into sturdy colomn of tree trunk then crumpled to the ground. " That's all we were meant to be Shy-Ree. We were cloned for but one purpose. To be someone's obedient plaything. Someone's well trained toy." Hell-Shy paused to carelessly check her nails. She then looked up again, locked eyes with Shy and smiled, "Someone's sweet... little... subserviant... slave. That's all you were. All you are. All you will ever be. Accept it. It is truth."

 

Anger blazed like a flash grenade within Shy. Anger at the statement as well as at being effortlessly tossed aside. Trembling, she stood. Shy ripped her ire back into control, forced it into a twisted knot in the pit of her stomach. "Never. That's not true. I am more that that. More than...YOU," Shy scowled, rage apparent. She stretched out her hand and her lightsaber obediently returned. Shy charged.

 

"Oh dear." Hell-Shy said, her voice drenched in sweetness. "Did I upset you?" She let out a sadistic giggle, lifted her weapon and strolled towards her oncoming opponent. "I'm sorry. Sorry that the truth stings so. We are what we are Shy-Ree. There is no changing us. No liberty for us. No happily ever after. Accept it. It is truth."

 

"I will NOT." Shy hissed. "I will NEVER."

 

The two finally met, weapons blazed and bashed wildly against each other. This time Shy-Ree, her scarlet lightsaber a furious blur, pressed instead of being pressed. She fluidly shifted through different forms of lightsaber combat in an attempt to catch her shadow wrapped twin off guard. But every advance was flawlessly matched by Hell-Shy. In fact, the Hell sent Shy seemed rather bored by the entire encounter.

 

Shy-Ree continued to attack. Realizing the saber fight was headed no where, she sought some other form of attack. She searched her opponent for a weakspot. As she did, long lusterous locks of Hell-Shy's hair spilled across her face and concealed it for a moment.

 

Shy-Ree smiled, ripped at the force, snaked it into her opponents hair, forced the tresses to wrap around her advesary's neck. Shy glared at her entangled twin and willed the hair to constrict and choke her. Hell-Shy staggered back, clawed with her free hand at the steadily strangling tresses.

 

Shy took the momentary lull in fighting to whirl her weapon up over her head then hack straight down. Straight through her rival. She severed Hell-Shy clean in two from top to bottom. The split halves of her twin fell away from each other, plopped onto the ground and shattered into thousands of tiny twitching shadowy specks. The violet lightsaber dropped to the ground and died.

 

Slightly winded, Shy backed away from it all. She scanned her surroundings, reluctant to believe that it was over. Her mind sifted through everything that had happened...

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With only minor difficulty Trowa began to separate their conscious minds. The world around Shy-Ree would once again begin to disappear all around her, but this time she would open her eyes to the room she had been in a while before. Trowa was sitting at the edge of the bed running his hands through his hair slowly, careful to avoid his side when he put his hand back down. He stood up and turned to face her, a grin on his face.

 

"Congratulations Shy-Ree.I bestow upon you the Rank of Master. You've progressed quite a ways since I first sat out to corrupt you. Progressed in your command of the force, lightsaber use, and of course general corruption."

 

He winked at her before sitting back down. It was obvious it pained him slightly to stand and that he would be better off sitting anyways. Trowa was rather pleased with the way his power worked. He was able to exhibit full control during the entire thing, the only down side of course would be that the user merged minds with the one he choose to use it on. He figured she might be a bit mad at him for what he did, but he also thought he would be able to outrun her if she need should arise.

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Shy sat up quickly and looked around the room. She glared at Trowa as he informed her that she was granted the title of Master. She looked as if she were about to strangle him, but instead swung her legs off the bed, stood and made her way to the twins to check on them. When she was certain they were fine Shy turned back to Trowa. "What the hell did you just do to me?" she asked quietly.

 

She locked her eyes onto his and slowly made her way back to him. "I should have known it was you...I should have known..."

 

A sorrowful sigh slipped out from between her lips. She shook her head sadly. "After all this time...you still haven't learned...have you?" She ran her fingers through her hair, while at the same time she used the force to rip one of the bedsheets from under Trowa. She glared at him then smiled as she willed the sheet to enwrap and tighten around the wounded man. Shy closed the distance between she and he and shoved the firmly bound Barton back onto his bed.

 

"You have put me through so much. You've done many things to me. And of all those things there is one thing I CAN NOT stand and WILL NOT tolerate." She looked lovingly down at where the sheet concealed his bruised side. "I can not stand you poking.." she jabbed a finger into Trowa's bruised ribs, "...and prodding..." she jabbed him again, but a little harder,'...and pushing..." she pressed her fist into his side, "...and stabbing..." shy shoved her finger nails into the same tender area and then raked them down the entire length of his side, "...about in my mind." She sat straighter and grinned down upon Trowa. "Please don't do it ever again."

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Trowa was taken by surprise when the sheets wrapped him up. He figured she would retaliate and he was right, as he always was. He followed her gaze to his side just as she began to speak, wincing when she jabbed a finger into his bruised side. With every couple of words she would hit his side a little more, finally raking her finger nails down his entire side. It was starting to drive him mad.

 

"Oww! Come on now, technically you were in my mind. For shame Shy."

 

Trowa watched as a Shadow began to drip down from the ceiling. It took the form of a massive tear drop slowly shaping into something else. It slithered down onto the bed and began to circle around Shy and Trowa. It crawled up her back and began to take a solid form, distracting her just long enough for Trowa to send a wave of the force over her entire body in one of the ways he was known for.

 

"You really should keep a better hold on your mind, less it venture into my head again"

 

He shot a slick grin her way, his emerald eyes glittering in the light. It was obvious he was enjoying messing with her today, though he still made no move to escape his wrapped up position.

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Shy broke into an even grander grin when she discovered that she'd, in fact, been in Trowa's mind. Her lips parted, about to respond to his claim, when the wave of the Force gripped her. She gasped, tensed, then glared down into Trowa's eyes.

 

She leaned forward again, adjusted herself into a more comfortable position. "I was is your head, huh? Well then...that's even worse. A billion times worse. Heaven only knows what sick, twisted and perverse things my sweet, sensible mind is now infected with. I'll have to think up an especially trecherous form of revenge for that. But first things first," Shy gave Trowa another couple of good swats to the ribs then reluctantly slid off of him, "I've really advanced from Lord to Master? Or is this just another of the cruel little torments you seem to enjoy inflicting on me?" She traced a finger down Trowa's side, "And I'd advise you answer carefully...my bruised and battered patient."

 

She felt changed, but assumed that it was the after affects of tripping around in Trowa's head. She suspected that there were few that could step into his mind and then step out again still claiming their sanity.

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Trowa wiggled about slightly, still looking up at Shy.Flexing a bit he tried to think of a way to best answer her question. One that would get to her, since the answer was obvious and she hadn't picked up on it. He manipulated the force around her body, warming up the majority of it subtly while practicly freezing the rest of it.

 

"You? Sweet? Sensible? You really are working hard to perfect your skills at lying, aren't you? If you can't tell if I am lying to you about the whole Lord, Master thing...then you should really pay more attention."

 

His grin grew ever bigger as he responded. His chances to get to her had grown few and far between as of late and he was planning to take full advantage of this one, if of course she didn't poke him to death.

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She watched him squirming and a slightly shady smile spread across her lips. She knew he was far from it, but to see him looking helpless sent a cascade of even shadier thoughts crashing through Shy's mind. The sight of a wrapped and writhing Trowa Barton was tantalizing, to say the least. He'd done so many cruel and unusual things to her that Shy decided it was time Trowa get at taste of payback. Just a little. For now.

 

She'd just shifted onto hands and knees to crawl across the bed when Trowa Force assaulted her body yet again. She froze and glared at him, fought off the effects of his attack...initially. She crawled up the bed as he 'answered' her question. Still on all fours, Shy positioned herself so that her face hovered just over Trowa's. Her eyes closed momentarily as she surrendered to the onslaught of warmth and cold across her body.

 

"And you really should learn to answer a question with a simple yes...or no." she said, her voice slightly deeper. She looked down upon Trowa and smiled. "You know...you look kind of cute all tangled in the sheets. Pity I can't keep you like this all the time." She leaned in a bit closer. "Guess I was lying about the sweet and sensible thing. I can't be one or the other if I'm willingly with the likes of you."

 

She grinned deviously then lowered her mouth to his. She halted a hair's width from him, let the warmth of her breath caress across his lips, then pulled away. Shy proceeded to his chest, and there, finally kissed him. As she did, she launched her own little Force attack. With a gentle exhalation, she sent several serpent like whisps of warmth and cold to slither between the sheet and his body. She directed them to attack the sensorial parts of Barton...just to indulge in the simple pleasure of watching him squirm.

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"Hey now, I am not that bad!"

 

He watched as she leaned closer in towards him, pausing a hairs width away. It was something that always got to him, when someone was so close he could feel their breath on his exposed skin but not touch them. His dreamscape power had left their minds with a greater connection then their force bond had previously given, so it was no surprise that Trowa picked up that she wanted him to squirm under her. As she had him so many times before.

 

He strengthened his resolve against the delicate tendrils of the force that slithered up his body, manipulating the very atoms around him until different portions became warm and cold. Clenching his teeth together, he refused to squirm for her. Just to get another entertaining reaction out of her.

 

"Is someone losing their touch? I think so...and it sure as hell isn't me.."

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Shy sighed, slid backward off of Trowa then got off the bed. "Yeah. Guess you're right." She loosened her clothes a bit, let her robe slip slowly from her body. It pooled onto the floor at her feet. "Since I've apparetnly lost my touch..I suppose the only thing left to do is finish administering my own special brand of tender doctorly care to your poor battered body."

 

She moved back to Trowa, grabbed his feet and cruelly yanked him from the bed. He plopped hard onto the floor and Shy grinned down upon him. "Come now...time to finish fixing you up." With the Force assisting her, she effortlessly dragged the still bound man across the room and into the adjoining bathroom. Once there, she wrapped her hand into his hair, pulled him to his feet and shoved him back into the shower. "Sorry to be so rough, sweet heart, but you don't seem to respond well to a gentle touch."

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Trowa watched as her robe slipped over her shoulders, cascading down her backside before pooling at her feet. He was only given a second to realize what she had said before he was violently pulled off of the bed. He didn't struggle though, as that would only serve to further entangle him inside the sheets.

 

He grunted out a bit as she wrapped her hand up in his hair, pulling it taught. He watched her closely, curious as to how exactly this would help him heal up better. Once she closed her mouth he opened his to speak, but didn't have time as he was shoved into the shower. A dull thud was heard throughout the room as he hit the back of the shower.

 

"You don't look disappointed."

 

It wasn't the wisest thing to say in this kind of position, but he didn't really care at the moment. She had always had a mean streak from hell running through her but had never truly acted on it when it came to him. Something had always been there holding her back from doing every last twisted, demented, thought she could muster to him.

 

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A ship arrived in-system, and following the proper flight path was guided through the various obstacles in the system. Landing he quickly got out and prepared the men for their next project. They set to work quickly on Trowa's mech....

 

In the Genetics lab a few scientists are going over the notes of a man from a few years back. Coming across Nanties several times in their studies they made a note to inform Trowa that it might be something worth looking into.

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Trowa looked into the woman's eyes, his emotion hidden from detection with practiced ease. He honestly wasn't sure what to say to her, how he was supposed to respond to this. It was obvious Shy took certain things the wrong way throughout the time they had spent together. That or she was just naturally paranoid and not all there like him. She, on the other hand, had made no effort to conceal her emotions making it all the easier for him to read her with but a glance.

 

He looked away from her rather then responding immediately, moving into his room he began to pull out some pants. He slipped into them slowly, pulling them on under his robe. When he was finished he slipped out of the robe, the feeling of silk had been nice on his skin, but nothing he wanted at the moment. Odd, considering Trowa had never turned down a chance to feel the soft caress of silk. He walked over to Shy slowly, taking his time.

 

"Am I yours? When you look back on all of the things I've done to you, the only thing that would be truly unforgivable in my eyes is allowing you to be pulled into this thing I call a life, the dark aspects of the force. I've always treated you better then anyone else, it just might not seem like it."

 

His voice was cold and slightly off setting, and stared straight into hers. If a persons eyes truly are the windows into their soul, Shy would have seen that which he hid from everyone else buried within his Emerald orbs. He shook his head and continued on with what he had too say.

 

"If I didn't respect that you were a person, I wouldn't have made you my equal not only in the force, but in this relationship...But I can not be yours, not until you are mine."

 

Trowa cracked his neck and left the room, glancing over as one of the twins started to cry. What she had done had not brought about any anger, compared to how much what she said had. Of course, with the anger she brought about she also unleashed sorrow. He did truly feel bad for any wrong he had done to her, but saying sorry just wasn't something he could do easily. He moved through the hallways quietly towards one of the training rooms on the other side of the compound.

 

He was running low on funds and would have to find a way to get the cash flowing once more. Rumors had passed his way not to long ago about the Hutts, perhaps he could send a representative to them to ask for aid in his endeavor. The modifications to his Mech were almost complete, he would take his leave once they were, but for now he would have to practice with his weapon. Without practice his skills were liable to fail him at the worst time.

 

The room had a simple design and was rather large over all. His weapons had been left on a table at the far end, he was unsure of if he would even need them anymore. He had progressed pass the point of normal weaponry, almost. The only thing on that table that would be required would be a lightsaber, and even then he would be able to get by using it less and less. With the profession he was considering taking up, he would most likely need to find some sort of blaster to use, just to keep what he was under-wraps

 

He lifted the weapon up in his hand, closing his eyes as he held it. It had seemed like so long ago since he had last used one. The rush of a war between two was unrivaled. He missed it, fighting Lobo had staved off his hunger for a bit, but it was nothing like fighting another Force user. Even the youngest of force users could be considered epic battles, with the struggle of good and evil held in the balance.

 

Glancing to the side Trowa caught sight of Shy's weapons. He had ruined them on Vjun, or at least had ruined the wiring. He walked over, clipping his own weapon to his belt on the way over, and picked up the two weapons. He left the room, heading for one of his various workshops in the compound. It wouldn't take much to fix them, perhaps he would even make them waterproof so as to keep such a thing from happening again.

 

 

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Twenty minutes later he emerged with her weapons. He put them back where he found them, knowing that through the force she would be able to find them with ease. Trowa took a seat in the middle of the room and began to meditate, drawing out his emotions and starring them down before locking them down with a better hold then before, waiting for the right moment to unleash them.

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After Trowa left the room, Shy moved over to and picked up the fussing baby. Any tenseness that had been etched on her face melted away. She smiled as she lightly rocked the slowly calming child. "Hungry are you?" she asked quietly.

 

The baby's wide awake eyes stared straight up into her mother's as if letting her know she'd hit the nail on the head. Shy glanced around the room then closed her eyes. Though she hadn't had the chance to explore the compound she knew where she needed to go. She carefully picked up the still sleeping twin, reluctant to leave him behind, and all three of them moved with quiet purpose out of the room and down the hall. She turned knowingly into a new room and there found what she needed.

 

"It's times like this I could really use an extra arm..." she mentioned to the still lively Rose. "Maybe your mad doctor father can graft another arm or two onto me to make feeding times a bit easier." She leaned down an planted a few kisses on her daughter's forehead. "Or...maybe I should make him get his behind in here to help..."

 

Shy sat and brought her right ankle up to rest on her left knee, her leg forming a small cradle into which she gently laid the still slumbering Rath. With rose cuddled in her left arm, Shy set to work feeding the hungry young lady. When Rose was finally full and content and drifting to sleep Shy somehow managed to switch the babies. Rose lay cuddled in the cradle formed by her leg as Rath was eased to wakefulness and fed. When he was finished, Shy smothered him with kisses too.

 

"I think, since I had to feed you both by myself, it's only fair that your father should be demoted to change duty. So when you need a changing, cry for your daddy, okay." she whispered in his ear then gave him another kiss. She lifted Rose into her other arm and they went back to Trowa's room. Using the force as a chamber maid for the moment, Shy rearranged the sheets and quilt neatly on Trowa's bed. She laid the babies atop it and then nestled next to them, gently draped an embracing arm across them both and smiled contentedly.

 

Shy-Ree took used the quiet time to think over the things Trowa had said, but soon she too began to fall victim to the sweet seduction of slumber. She let it overtake her, her last thought before succumbing to sleep, 'I am yours... else I wouldn't be here...'

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Trowa had lost track of time in the room, reaching deep within himself to gather his thoughts. It had been a long time since he was able to just set back and relax. The area around him swelled with the Dark Side, slipping through the entire compound and corrupting the thoughts of everyone. He fed upon these negative thoughts and powered himself with them. There was still a slight pain in his ribs and on the left side of his chest, but for the most part it was healing up nicely. The quickness of his healing was thanks to the fact he could feed off of the very life force of others in effort to heal himself now.

 

His eyes snapped open and he stood up, pulling a few items to him he moved back towards his room. Shy and the twins lay asleep in the room, all the better. He was never much for good byes and as displeasing as it was to him he had to leave her once more, off to do business once more. He placed her lightsabers down on the bedside table, with a note laying atop the left one. It was short and to the point...

 

"I am sorry, but I've business to attend to. I'll return when I have time.

 

Know that I am yours, and that I love you."

 

With that he gathered a few more items and headed towards the hanger. The additions to his Mech were amazing. Hopefully they were just as useful. They had placed energy shield generators in base of the newly added wings and reinforced the angel like wings to withstand more damage. A few weapons had been added as well, they would suit him nicely.

 

Gathering the force about him he leapt up into the cockpit and fired the thing up, taking off shortly thereafter.

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Even under the influence of slumber an ever aware part of Shy-Ree had sensed Barton's departure. She might have awakened to bid him farewell but he never bothered to grant her the same courtesy. So she stayed sleeping as he skittered away, like a creeping spider, as always he did.

 

When she did finally awake, Shy rolled over. Her sight fell immediately onto the weapons. A small, pleased smile spread across her lips. She thought she'd never see the contraptions again and had vowed to construct a newer weapon, a better weapon, soon. She slid from the bed, checked on the still sleeping twins then moved to the table. She perused Barton's note and smirked.

 

"Business...right. If that's what you want to call it..."

 

Shy couldn't envision Barton as the business man type, unless he'd found a way to legitamately turn murder and mutilation into a business. Her grin softened a bit when she read the last line of the letter. She folded and laid it back on the table then wrapped her eager fingers around both lightsaber hilts. It felt so good to hold them in her hands again. After a few seconds of reunion with the weapons Shy placed them back on the table. There'd be time to get reaquainted with them later.

 

She firstly took care of the babies then set out to take care of herself. She soon found out that Trowa had ordered everything she and the babies could ever want...and more. Shy wasted no time settling into the compound. It was an impressive piece of work and planning. She and the twins spent the following days getting to know their way around the place. And when she finally was allowed the time, Shy-Ree practiced like crazy with her lightsabers while her mind obsessed over Trowa, wondering where the hell he had gotten to and what the hell he was getting into.

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