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OOC Note: The chronology on this is a bit askew, bits are thrown about everywhere, but the only thing that's important is that everyone is

 

 

The Streets of Bespin

 

Waves of blaster fire washed the mech as it besieged the Streets of Bespin, the commander's speeder backpedaling to stay out of the beast's way. A cigarra spike clenched sharply between his teeth, he yelled at the visibly quaking driver in the seat next to him.

 

”œDear Woden Man, don't stop now! This is robot county!”

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((Killshot defense post))

 

The rebound from the attack sent Darex spiraling in the dark.

 

He must have blacked out for a moment, for suddenly he found himself on a barren, snow-swept plain. There was nothing for kilometers except a faint outline, a spirit version of the man Darex had just been fighting, barely visible through the whirling snow. Before he could gather his wits, the spectre was on him, attacking him with a double-bladed saber, but also speaking.

 

His words touched Darex's deepest fears and most virulent struggles. In this windswept plain, he drew on the Force to strengthen himself, knowing that this was the end, one way or another.

 

But the Force wasn't the same. It swirled with none of the serenity and peace that Darex was accustomed to. Instead, it was a whirling vortex of pure, unadulterated power. He slipped on the ice, his instincts only protecting him from the spectre's attacks. He wondered, desperate, what had happened to the Force. Why did it feel so different here? What was this place?

 

Insight came to him in a flash. This was an attack from the dark side; this place was a realm of that dark side. But the maelstrom of the Force didn't seem dark...just different. It was as if the Force was a current; before the Jedi Master had only looked at the current from the top down, and now he was underneath it, looking up. Instead of reaching down into the Force, he had to reach up to immerse himself in it.

 

That recognition showed him how little he had understood about the nature of the Force, despite dedicating his whole life to the task. The Force is whole; unified. It is in our approach to using it that the true dichotomy arises.

 

As the spectre of Kakuto drove him to his knees again and he scrabbled for footing on the slippery ice, he realized he had stumbled on something extremely profound. But he had no time to consider it further; he merely had to decide how he was going to respond to it.

 

It really was no decision. He was a servant of the Force. So for the first time, he opened himself to the whole Force. He felt the raw power and blinding strength that the Sith drew from, and the serenity and clear-headedness that the Jedi focused on. He felt strength as he never had before. He cemented himself to the remaining ice, and for the first time, recognized the essence of what the spectre was saying.

 

You failed. You came here to save Darla, and you failed.

 

It was nothing new to Darex. He had failed so many times over the course of his life. He had lost Shy-Ree, Ulos, and Aerec to the dark side. He had failed to protect his master during his apprenticeship. He had failed to defeat Geki in their last encounter.

 

But for the first time, as he faced the failure, he felt no shame or guilt. A new voice whispered in his ear, and he knew, without a shadow of doubt, that he was doing the will of the Force. He had done everything he possibly could to protect Darla, and the other two Jedi, and the people of this floating station. True, he had gotten confused and mixed up along the way, and his motives had been warped, but now they were solid again. He was a Jedi, and he had done his best. The Force could ask for nothing more of him. He surrendered completely to whatever the Force willed to happen now.

 

With the unifying Force flowing through his veins, he looked the monster in its gargantuan eye. "Do your worst," he said. "For I shall do mine."

 

As the spectre crashed down from above, driving him towards the icy depths and the monster that lurked in the lake, Darex rolled, tumbling over the side of the ice, taking the spectre with him. As the monster rose up eagerly to ingest him, a push of the Force sent the spectre into the creature's gaping maw instead of him. Another application of the Force cemented the creature's jaws together, while Darex used a jet of suddenly superheated water to blast himself to the surface again."Is that the best you can do, Ryu?" he shouted hoarsely.

 

((The rest is assuming my defense post is successful in countering the killshot. Assisted defense of Darla:))

 

The icy plain suddenly shattered, and Darex collapsed to the metal decking of the bowels of the carbonite chamber. He was on his feet in a breath, and with his newfound power, reached for the steel hand that was crushing Darla's heart. He didn't want to do anything that hurt her further, but he couldn't let that thing keep drilling into her. A great fist of the Force tore the hand from her and then squeezed, shattering the construct and the crystal within it into a million pieces.

 

Suddenly completely exhausted, the Jedi Master staggered and fell, his lightsaber rolling out of his hands as he did so, unable to go any longer.

 

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((Capture Shot Defense Post: Ulan))

((Kill Shot Defense Post: Gavin))

((Kill Shot Defense Post: Darla))

 

Gavin's purpose in relation to the whole was to bring balance to instability; peace to chaos. His self-sacrificing outlook on life brought order to anarchy, promoting life and existence. Without beings like Gavin the whole cannot function. Life in the universe cannot exist without those who watch over and protect it. Likewise, without a being such as Kakuto Ryu, those like Gavin cannot fulfill their purpose. Ryu's purpose was to put the existence of life in danger, thus providing a need for a protector such as Gavin. Dark and light must, therefore, exist together. Without Dark, Light has no purpose. Without one, the whole cannot exist.

 

--------------------------------------Enlightenment-------------------------------------

 

Ulan! Ulan, I'm coming for you! Hold on just a little bit longer!

 

Gavin's words hung in Ulan's mind, ripping through the cloud of confusion that was hovering around the padawan. Like rays of light illuminating a darkend room, Ulan could see clearly all that the Force wanted to show him. No longer did the black taint of Uriel's subconcious corrupt Ulan's perception, but instead the padawan could see everything; through the Force, Ulan could feel the entire universe while at the same time see the purpose of its individual parts. From the powerful sith, Kakuto Ryu, to insignificant microbes floating in Bespin's atmosphere, every life contributed to the continuation of existence, and through a dark and desperate trial Ulan had come to an enlightened understanding of the Jedi teachings. It was a concept that had elluded him for centuries, but finally he understood the balance between light and dark; life and death; peace and chaos.

 

While attacking his master with Uriel's sword, Ulan had wondered about Gavin's purpose within the universe: Matter does he?, thought the green alien. However, the knight's message of hope was enough to supplant the Dark Lord's teachings. With his leap into Uriel's mouth, Gavin had fulfilled his role by being the catalyst that brought Ulan back to the light. Gavin's desperate leap reminded Ulan of his own charge, the task laid upon him by the Force. It urged Ulan's mind out of Ryu's labyrinth of dark thoughts, and reminded him of his place and a purpose within the whole.

 

Lead me here for a purpose, the Force has, he thought, peace and life is my charge. Balance is my goal.

 

----------------------------------Defending Balance----------------------------------

 

A ray of light penetrated Uriel's hull tickling Ulan's green eyes and coaxing them open. At first, Ulan was surprised to find himself inside an artificial, amniotic sac floating in a fluid that he could apparently draw oxygen from.

 

A warped world is this, he thought looking around quickly.

 

Focusing his weak eyes, Ulan could see shadowy figures spinning wildly through the streams of light. Then, a crimson liquid spread throughout the skin of the cocoon, creeping slowly into vein-like pockets until quickly seeping through the walls of the sac. Ulan knew the worst was yet to come. A Force signature, once strong and powerful, had gone faint at the moment that the light had shown through Uriel's terrifying mouth. Ulan could both feel his master's pain and see his mangled, trapped body. The gruesome pain of ripped flesh, broken bones, and severed nerves pulled on Ulan's mind and soul, physically crippling him. Within the sac his knees buckled, his ears turned downwards, and his upper lip twisted with shock, but his new found enlightenment saved his mind from the horror.

 

Embracing his master's pain, Ulan sent out waves of comforting energy to Gavin, enveloping the knight's life Force with a familiar signature, trusting in the Force to aid Gavin in his time of need.

 

Remain a short while you must, Ulan ordered, need you the Force does. Then, added on for encouragement, As well as I.

 

The events leading up to these moments had asked a great deal of Ulan and his untried knowledge of the Force. He had been brought face to face with one of the most dangerous men to ever live, challenged by a power far superior to his own, suffered mental and physical torture, and was now watching his master die because of his own actions. The instigator of these events had, however, led Ulan to the means for undoing them.

 

-----------------------------------------------------The Jedi Code---------------------------------------------------

There is no chaos; there is harmony.

 

Enlightened by a connection with Ryu's mech, Ulan now possessed the knowledge to control his emotions.

 

There is no emotion; there is peace.

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

 

Gavin's death, if immeninet, would be in the fulfillment of Gavin's purpose within the whole. His sacrifice had reminded Ulan of what must be done, and what he now had the power to achieve.

 

There is no death; there is the Force.

 

Despite the pain and torment, regardless of the taste of blood circulating within his mouth, Ulan focused his feelings and turned his power on the mech's artificial mind. Uriel had taken the first steps in connecting with Ulan's mind, allowing the padawan access to the mech's tremendous power. Now that Ulan had control over his own mind it was time to use the established connection to his advantage.

 

There is no emotion; there is peace.

 

Uriel crashed through toxic gas and frozen machinery, driven by the most powerful, manipulative being Ulan would probably ever have contact with. Ulan could see Ryu's distraction, however. Darex, a true master of the Force, was in the midst of his own battle with the Sith, having the same realization as Ulan. Dark and Light were mere parts of a whole, and while they were opposed to one another, without both the whole would collapse. Using this knowledge, Ulan dug his consciousness into the mech's brainwaves as Darex turned his full power on Ryu.

 

Like a plant spreading its roots into the foundation of a building, Ulan stretched his mind out into the machine's workings, crippling Uriel's defenses. With the master of the beast distracted, Ulan's spirit had room to grow within the metallic shell providing the padawan with control over Uriel's operations.

 

--------------------------------------------------Love---------------------------------------------------------------

 

Emerging from the rabbit hole revealed whirling pipes hissing around a group of warriors. Protected by the mech's strong hull, Ulan marched into the fray, wrapping Uriel's massive hands around the deadly vibrosword. It was a desperate situation calling for desperate measures, and in the midst of a lovers' quarrel Ulan was not precisely sure of his next course of action, but in the midst of the chaotic scene there was no other way.

 

”œ...I... didn't... want... this...”

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((Killshot defense post))

 

 

Darla is warm, safe. It's so quiet. There is another nearby. Just out of sight. Just out of reach. A sister self. A darker self. Darla is aware that she is doing something. But it doesn't concern Darla. The dark, warm place is drawing her in. Pulling her deeper. Like a velvet blanket coiling around her form. The darkness is heavy but soft. She is being taken to a place that she has been to before.

 

Death.

 

It wasn't the first time that Darla had returned to the darkness. It wasn't the first time that she had left her body and become a being of energy, of the Force. She wasn't afraid. There was a sadness, but the feeling of warmth was over riding it. There was a comfort in the knowledge that she was going back to where she had come from.

 

I'll be safe here. No-one will ever hurt me again. No-one will ever touch me again...

 

She knew that there would be no coming back. Not this time...

 

The feral Darla however was alive. More alive than she had ever been. One minute she had been mercilessly attacking her prey. The next she was on top on him. Cables and wires bound the two of them together. Steel dug into her chest, puncturing her armour. Tendrils of metal began to penetrate her. Going deeper. Deeper. Through breast, through bone, through muscle towards her heart.

 

A heart that raced inhumanly fast. A heart that yearned for life. A heart that beast against all the odds.

 

She exhaled. Feeling the exquisite agony. She could feel the energy of the Sith amulet as it manipulated the metal. It was so powerful. She hungered for it, even as it destroyed her. It was something so powerful, so full of raw energy. Darla was in awe of it. It took her breath away.

 

It pulled her closer to Kakuto. Held her just above his body. Slightly out of his reach. Her black soul-less eyes stared down at his ruined face, his single eye. Blood trickled from her full lips, dripping down onto Kakuto. Their blood mingled on the ground. Two monsters, bodies ruined and in the agony of death's embrace.

 

No gently slipping away in the night for creatures like this. She had always known that they would tear one another apart. It had always been the inevitable conclusion.

 

What was left of Darla reached down. She clutched at what was left of Kakuto's arm and pulled herself towards him. As she pulled herself down towards him, the metal tendrils in her chest pressed deeper still. It took all of her will, all of her strength to stop the metal from reaching her heart. She pushed back against it through the Force with all the strength she could muster. It was barely enough to keep the tendrils still as they pushed against her. An unsteady stasis.

 

It would be over soon and she wouldn't have to fight anymore. She just needed to hold onto life for another minute so that she could reach Kakuto. Her body was now on top of his. They were a ruined mess of tangled metal and limbs. The two of them intertwined in steel and blood. Mutilated and scarred. A grotesque parody of two lovers.

 

In the other place Darla awoke. She rallied against the consuming darkness. She didn't want to go. Not yet. Not now. Her body was dying. But she needed to be there. She needed to feel her final moments. She couldn't just hide away in her mind while some fragment of herself drew her on. Decided her final fate. It was the end. But she needed to be there. See it. Feel it.

 

With a violent gasp, she was there. In the moment. Perhaps her final moment.

 

Her eyes became green again. The darkness that had filled them was gone. Darla was fully aware and conscious.

 

"I didn't want this either..." Tears dropped mixing with her blood and running down onto Kakuto's face that was mere inches from hers. "I would have done anything to save you... I would have done anything to be with you... I guess this is it."

 

She had no more words left to say.

 

Her mouth met his. Softly. Gently. She surrendered to fate. She wasn't trying to fight him anymore.

 

 

((OOC: I'm leaving it at that, depending what the ruling is on what everyone else is doing. At this point, Darla is using all the strength that she can muster to push back the the metal tendrils. It's been a fun ride guys.... Now fate shall decide!))

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((Defense Post))

 

Gavin had learned to let go everything that he feared to lose early on in his training. It was essential in Jedi teachings to understand that attachment was a quick path to the dark side. Many Jedi assumed that once they weren't attached to their ship or a temple or even their padawan that they had mastered this concept. Sadly, most Jedi didn't understand that to completely master this concept they must also learn to let go of their own lives. This final act would give confidence to any master that a padawan understood one of the most complex aspects of the Jedi Code.

 

Gavin had confidence that his apprentice had learned this lesson. He had been prepared to give his life and was now risking his life to save his master. Gavin had tried to return the sentiment, but now both his and his padawan's lives were in danger.

 

Remain a short while you must, need you the Force does.

 

Many people in the galaxy didn't believe in the Force. Coincidence was a way of life for them. Events didn't have to happen for a reason, destiny was something to read about in fiction holobooks. Gavin on the other hand happened to believe in destiny. If he were to die today then he would be serving the Force by fulfilling his purpose within the whole. By embracing this idea, Gavin was able to fully comprehend Ulan's message to him, even through the tortuous pain that he was enduring.

 

As well as I.

 

These final words shoved Gavin over the proverbial edge. He sank into a deep, almost blissful, trance. It wasn't what a healing trance normally felt like. It was something more. Something...complete. His wounds became the last thing on his mind. His sole focus now was to delve further into the nature of the Force. He could feel it surrounding him, penetrating the wall of teeth and congealed fluid that encased him. It warmed him, slowing his breath and heart to a dangerous rate, ensuring his survival.

 

He gave himself up to the will of the Force using Ulan's words of encouragement, as well as his old master's teachings, to bend his will to match that of the Force. He had completely surrendered. Not to an enemy, but to the greatest friend he had ever known.

 

((It. Is. Finished.))

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I'll deal with each killshot, and the resultant defence, on an individual basis.

 

Kakuto Ryu vs. Ulan: No real problems with your offensive post here, KR: straight-up psychic assault, forcing Ulan to deal with the deaths of thousands.

 

The defence post, however, has a couple of problems, Ulan: firstly, KR's psychic attack is completely, completely disregarded. It's not mentioned or dealt with at all in your post. In fact, in your post you mention that Ulan is suddenly able to perceive all life. This sudden heightened perception should, if anything, exacerbate the pain he feels from the mental attack.

 

Secondly, you posted a lip-service reference to the pain and anguish Ulan was in, and then proceeded to trash Uriel's defences and take over the mech. I'm not a massive fan of the trite "Somehow I fought through the pain and triumphed" gambit, used as often as it is here in RP. It's dismissive of your opponent's attack, and it's not realistic, rounded RP'ing.

 

In addition to this, you posted the result of your attack. In a capture shot attempt, you should post the attempt, and not the results. You've essentially treated the capture shot as a fait accompli and moved onto what should have been your next post (assisting Darla and Darex) immediately afterwards.

 

As a result of these two oversights, Uriel succeeds in capturing Ulan.

 

KR vs. ULAN: KR's CAPTURE SHOT SUCCESSFUL

 

Kakuto Ryu vs. Darex:

 

Firstly, KR, an instance here of posting the consequence of an attack, namely posting a freezing attack on Darex, and then posting the results of said attack. This wasn't a massive deal, but it's something to be wary of. There was a further instance of this in the psychic attack, where you described Darex's parry as 'falling short'.

 

Darex: good, well-written response, flowing and easy to read. Given the situation here is that of a preoccupied, wounded Sith Warrior attempting to mentally assault a Jedi Master dealing with only one opponent, it seems to me that Darex would triumph.

 

Pertaining to the follow-up Darla assist, however: a further instance of posting the results of an attack, namely tearing KR's arm free and then crushing it. Whilst you can post attempting such a thing, you can't post the damage caused. As such, whilst the arm may be torn free (and that seems, to my mind, as if it could have done a hell of a lot more damage on the way out than it was already doing), you cannot post its destruction. The arm can be considered to have been subject to a massive crushing Force blow, but how much damage is caused is up to KR.

KR vs. Darex: KILLSHOT FOILED

Darex > Darla (defence assist): partially successful. KR's arm is torn free and subjected to a violent crushing attack via the Force.

 

KR vs. Darla:

 

No problems with your attack here, KR, and since I've neglected to mention it thus far, now's as good a place as any: your post, given its length and complexity, was very well written and contained nice, free-flowing prose which was almost poetic in parts. It was marred by the occasional grammatical error, which I'm well aware is down to the fact that you had edited and rewrote parts rather than any ignorance of grammar on your part.

 

Darla: excellent response. Evocative, fluent writing which sums up nicely the love-hate relationship that exists between your character and KR, and a reasonable response to the attack. Your defence is rendered slightly moot by Darex's assist, but at least your character's response stopped her heart from being crushed before Darex could come to your aid. As for any damage caused by the hand being forcibly torn from your chest: that's entirely up to you.

 

KILLSHOT FOILED

 

KR vs. Gavin Ryaro:

 

I'll admit to being slightly bewildered by your response here, Gavin. Your response at something attempting to mangle your body and kill you is to slip into a healing trance, which whilst useful in the right situation, is not entirely useful when one is still in a hostile environment. Gavin was still under attack when he initiated the trance, and not even your apprentice's assistance can save you when you leave yourself open and defenceless in such a situation. Your character cannot defend himself in the slightest against this attack, and so there's not really any option but to award the killshot.

 

KILLSHOT SUCCESSFUL

 

So, to recap for those who can't be bothered reading through all of the above:

Ulan is captured by KR

 

Darex foils KR's killshot

 

Darla foils KR's killshot

 

Gavin is killed by KR

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Suddenly, it was as if everything went quiet. The Force wrapped around the Jedi Master like a cocoon, soothing his mind and his exhausted body. It spoke to him, whispering as if to a child, telling him that he couldn't give up just yet. There was still a little left to do, and the Force would give him the strength to do its will.

 

Darex took a deep breath and soaked in the Force. He glanced up from his place on the decking to see that Darla had collapsed on top of Kakuto, but that the attack was over. He stood, still a little shaky, and made his way over to them. Darla's chest was covered in blood, but the metal tendrils had been removed and were doing no extra damage.

 

And Darex knew what he was supposed to do. He rolled Darla off of Kakuto and onto her back, then placed a hand on her chest. It seemed as if she was on the verge of unconciousness; he didn't know if she would recognize him or what he was trying to do, but that didn't matter as long as she didn't fight him. Then he once again immersed himself fully in the Force, channeling it through his hands and into her body as Skye had taught him.

 

His skin burned as too much energy poured through his already worn out body, but he focused and shunted away the pain. Slowly, the wounds began to close as he worked from the inside out. He knew the surface wounds were only superficial; he had to prevent massive internal bleeding.

 

An aura of visible golden light rose off of him, and his cells began to scream in protest as the cytoplasm within them began to reach the boiling point. But Darex would not stop until her condition was stable; he would not risk her dying after all of this.

 

Finally, a few long minutes later, he had done as much as he could. He slumped back, breathing heavily, and the Force returned to a small trickle in the back of his mind. He glanced down at Darla. Her chest wounds were almost completly closed, but still bleeding slightly, and she had numerous other cuts and bruises. He would have to get her to a bacta tank as soon as possible, but she was no longer in serious danger.

 

I feel kriffing terrible, he thought. All he wanted to do was to go into a healing trance for several days. But the Force was persistent, and he couldn't take that risk. Slowly, he stood, then picked Darla up in his arms. He walked, his mind clouded, through the bowels of the chamber until he came across a turbolift that was, miraculously, still functional.

 

Once they arrived at the docking level, Darex saw for the first time with his own eyes the massive damage the mech had inflicted on the city. He closed his eyes briefly, then made himself continue. He found a shuttle in a nearby hanger and quickly took Darla onboard. There was a standard medical suite, and he lay her on the bed there before activating the medical droid. The droid whirred into action, bandaging her wounds with bacta patches and telling the Jedi that they really needed to get her to a real medical facility and that he really needed to recieve medical attention as well. "Your skin is raw and puffy, and you look like you can't take another step!"

 

Darex waved off the droid's ministrations, then laid a hand on Darla's. "I don't know if you can hear me, or if you even know me anymore," he said, his voice raw and cracked, "but know that I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be alright." He hesitated, but then placed the bed's restraints in place, ensuring that she couldn't go anywhere; the memory of who she had become during the battle still fresh in his mind.

 

He started to head to the cockpit, but the Force nagged at him again. He paused and listened, trying to see what it was the Force wanted from him now. He glanced back at Darla, then sighed as the message became clear. Sometimes I hate being a Jedi, he thought.

 

He told the droid to prepare for another patient, then headed back down the turbolift. As he did so, he reached out to Ulan, and sent a feeling of hope and patience. I can't help you now...but I promise I'll send someone after you. He didn't know if Ulan would hear the words or just feel the emotions, but he also knew that under no circumstances could he help the padawan now.

 

Turning his mind away from the padawan's fate, he focused on finding his way back to where Kakuto was, knowing that he had to help the Sith Master as well, and focusing on staying on his two feet.

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He had been there all along. The guardian Angel that she had forgotten that she had. He had given her life so many times over. He had saved her from herself, her enemies, even from death.

 

He believed in her and he believed she deserved to be saved. Even when it was something she couldn't believe herself.

 

Darex had faith enough for the both of them.

 

As she kissed Kakuto, she had succumbed to the pain of her many injuries. She had thought that the two of them were going to die together. Her Angel had been watching over her. He had torn then metal claw from her body and lifted her from the ruined tangle of limbs.

 

Then he had done something that she hadn't even known he was capable of. He had healed her. As far as Darla knew, Darex had never been a healer. In there time apart he must have learned the technique and now he using it to save her ruined body.

 

Darla didn't arise as his healing energies filled her. Instead she became restful. Content almost. Knowing that there was someone who cared so much for her. Someone who would save her again and again. Someone who would go to hell and back for her.

 

Why hadn't I seen this before?

 

It dawned on Darla that what Darex was doing for her was exactly what she had been doing for Kakuto for many years. If she lost in one day, would Darex come to kill her, knowing that it would break his heart to do so? Had the two of the killed Kakuto?

 

All these thoughts ran through Darla's head, but she didn't have the will to fight anymore. Now was the time to rest and heal. She could figure out what she was going to do when she was stronger. But not now. She felt Darex's strong arms hold her frail body and she nestled her head into his shoulder.

 

She wanted to him she loved him. She wanted to tell him that she was so sorry for dragging him into this horrible mess. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry for nearly getting him killed. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry for loving Kakuto Ryu.

 

Her beloved monster.

 

Had he even survived the ordeal?

 

Darla could hear a medical droid talking to Darex. She was somewhere warm and safe. He had taken her out of the hellish pit that she had thought would be her tomb.

 

Darex... I'm so sorry...

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((Sorry...I want to finally move on...))

 

He searched the carbonite regulator core, but found no sign of the Sith. Whether Kakuto had dragged himself back to the surface or had crawled into a hole to die, the Jedi Master didn't know. And frankly, at this point, he didn't care. Ryu had made his choice, and since Darex couldn't find him now, there was nothing more that could be done.

 

Besides, Darex thought wearily as he began to head back to the shuttle, I doubt I could get him up there anyway. All he could think about was sleep and a long healing trance.

 

He stumbled up to the shuttle and with his last reserves of energy, boarded it. He collapsed in the pilot's chair and with as few movements as necessary, took the ship out of dock and away from the gas giant. As soon as they were clear, he hestiated over the navicomputer. He could feel no sign of the not-Darla that had taken over his passenger in the regulator core, but he had to talk to her. He didn't know if she was back to her normal self or not. So after a moment, he made his decision and punched in the coordinates, programming a few random jumps to lose any pursuit they might have picked up.

 

As soon as the ship was in hyperspace, he made his way back to the medical bay. He sat down on the bunk next to Darla and allowed the medical droid to fuss over him, his eyes only focused on the woman next to him. He was glad to see she was sleeping normally, and the medical droid told him that she would be fine as long as they got her to a real medical lab quickly.

 

He stroked Darla's cheek lightly with the back of his hand, then lay down on his bunk, opened himself to the Force, and slipped gratefully into a healing trance.

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Darla awoke a little startled.

 

He strapped me down?!

 

She was a little shocked at first, then she realised that she had been out of control. She was lucky that Darex had saved her at all. For all he knew, she could still be dangerous. That much she understood. But she really hadn't expected to wake up restrained...

 

((Continued in space thread...))

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  • 3 weeks later...

"If you want to save him, you need only bring him with you..."

 

The words rang in Ulan's ear as a distant memory what had transpired. His recollection of the time after passing through the beast's jaws was gone. In his green, ooze coated claw he clutched the hood of a shallowly breathing Gavin.Though he miraculously bore no mark of the struggle, the echoing pangs of an all too real dismemberment would haunt Jedi Knight.

 

Amidst a crater full of flaming robot parts, what was once the Sith's ship now lay decapitated and scattered across a Bespin City Block. The reunited apprentice and master found themselves in a pool at the center of the impact, just too sticky with the putrid ichor to be on fire.

 

Kakuto was gone. The Cloud City Management, aware that the carbonite reactor was soon to blow, detached lower blocks of the city to mitigate the collateral. Among the city lost in the sky that day was the last known location of Sith Master.

 

It is unknown whether or not Kakuto Ryu was able to escape the drop into the clouds. He is presumed lost in the groundless skies of Bespin.

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A thick blue ooze dripped from Ulan's clawed, green fingers as he sat trying to put the pieces of a very jumbled puzzle together in his mind. So many events had happened in such a short time. He felt as if someone's hand had been wrapped around his brain, controlling his thoughts and manipulating his actions. With the noise of sirens and screaming he hardly noticed Gavin's near lifeless body dangling in his hands, yet the pain his master was feeling seeped out and into Ulan.

 

His ears popped and sound was let in, awakening his brain to the reality of the situation.

 

"Gavin."

 

He didn't know how to react or what to do. All he could see was Gavin's motionless face that seemed unscathed, but the Force told Ulan otherwise.

 

"Keep your distance boys," said a local militia man. "He looks like the green puke that caused all the problems earlier before that mech showed up."

 

"Gavin," said Ulan again, ignoring the onlookers and becoming more concerned about his master. Tears did not drop from his big eyes however, he knew the Knight was alive, but was too confused to be truly scared or sad. He needed guidance and direction.

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Light and dark began to blend together as Gavin was thrown from the gaping abyss of the nightmarish machine that had swallowed him. There was no longer a definite line as there had always been. Early in his training his master had set a clear distinction between the light and dark sides of the Force, but that distinction had suddenly disappeared. He didn't know what to believe and acting on his instincts would not produce the same results that they once would have.

 

Gavin's eyes slowly fluttered open and in front of him was a large, unblinking pair of green eyes. All around him he could see and smell burning metal. He could faintly feel a group of people surrounding the master and padawan pair.

 

"Gavin."

 

He looked directly into his apprentice's eyes, searching for the apprentice that he had once known. Everything had happened so fast. Kakuto Ryu had been distracted allowing Ulan and Gavin to escape, then they had been ambushed by Ryu's ship/creature. The resulting attack had ended badly and now Gavin found himself here.

 

"Ulan...what happened?"

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A thick pool of salty, clear water swelled at the bottom of Ulan's eyes, flirting with the notion of dripping onto Gavin's face. The water stretched toward the ground wanting desperately to heed gravity's command, but then retreated, stretched again, and bounced back not quite as far as before.

 

"Ulan...what happened?"

 

The words were the sweetest Ulan had heard in some time, easily cracking the humble old man's grumpy exterior and bringing on a downpour of tears that little by little washed the gook from Gavin's face.

 

"Know I not," Ulan said, trying to suck up his emotions; they had led him into enough trouble on Bespin, but with only Gavin's deathdefying face to look upon he could not gain control of himself. There were too many questions, too many thoughts. It had all been too much, and yet even now, still so close to the event, none of it seemed real. There was only one thing Ulan could think to say.

 

"Forgive me."

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"Forgive me."

 

Forgive him? After all of the trouble that he has caused? After all of the pain and suffering that Darla, Darex, and I have endured for his sake? Trekking half way across the galaxy and facing off against possibly the most dangerous being to ever live was meant to be forgotten because of two simple words?

 

These thoughts began to anger Gavin. He could feel his temperature increasing ever so slightly as he clenched his fists together. How could this little alien just expect him to forgive the events that had just transpired? He had died and miraculously come back from the netherworld of the Force. That was not something that was easily forgotten.

 

On the other hand, I played just as big a part in this as he did. If I had been strong enough to save him on Ilum then none of this would have happened. Did he fail me or is it the other way around? Am I fit to continue being his master? Maybe he needs someone more experienced like Darla or Darex. They didn't fall to Ryu or his machines. Maybe I'm not even good enough to be a Jedi. Should I just leave? I could escape to some backwater planet and hide there from the Order and the Force and no one would be the wiser.

 

Wait a minute, am I really considering this? How could I be this foolish?

 

More anger began to rise in Gavin as he clenched his fists tighter causing his knuckles to turn white. He was sure that his internal struggle was apparent on his face but he didn't care.

 

If I'm even considering this then maybe it would be for the best. Confusion on your beliefs is just as quick a path to the dark side as anger and I don't want to fall to the dark side, do I? It goes against everything that I believe...but it would be so much easier. I wouldn't have to control my emotions. I wouldn't have to wear a mask around my apprentice or the other members of the Order. I could actually live easily. And there's power on the other side. I would finally be strong enough to save my apprentice. I wouldn't have to actually embrace all of the philosophy the preach. I could just take the bits and pieces that fit with what I want!

 

He looked up as he felt a tear land on his face. The eyes that met him were pleading, not asking, with him. Could he really betray the being that he had just risked his life for? He would never be able to live with himself if he allowed that to happen. He had a responsibility to the Order, to his apprentice, to himself, and to the Force to make sure that his apprentice learned everything that he could from Gavin and he needed to make sure that the training went as smoothly as possible from now on.

 

"Of course," he said with a half-heart-felt smile. "The Force has made it clear that I am still to train you. If I weren't, neither of us would be in this position at the moment. As hard as it is, it is time to let go of the past and look optimistically toward the future." Even though he spoke the words with meaning Gavin knew that he didn't truly believe them. The healing process would take time but his apprentice didn't need to know that.

 

He painfully brought his body up from the pavement and began to take in his surroundings. The first thing that the pair would need to do was get away from this dreaded place. A nice retreat on a backwater planet would do both of them good. A place where there was no war, no choices, no betrayl. Just a master, his apprentice, and the Force.

 

"Now come. We need to find a ship that will allow us to get away from this place."

 

As he waited for his apprentce to compose himself before beginning to look for a ship, the questions that he had struggled with earlier bounced around in the back of his mind. He had a feeling that this would be just as much of a battle as his fight with Ryu. Sadly his opponent wasn't quite as tangible this time. That thought alone scared him. A long fight indeed.

 

((One more post from you and then I'll post us leaving.))

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A weak draw of air through Ulan's nose pulled some clear liquid back into his draining sinuses while a coarse piece of his shirt sleeve wiped his remaining tears off his cheek. It wasn't entirely appropriate for a 500 year old Jedi Padawan to cry, but the green man had been through a lot.

 

"Of course..." Gavin had said, in response to Ulan's plead for forgiveness, but even through his slightly blurred, teary-eyed vision Ulan felt there was something odd about his master's response, and didn't know if he fully believed Gavin didn't hold him responsible.

 

Failed that badly I have? Lost confidence in me as he?

 

Ulan stepped back, allowing Gavin to rise while listening to his next, more reassuring words.

 

"The Force has made it clear that I am still to train you. If I weren't, neither of us would be in this position at the moment. As hard as it is, it is time to let go of the past and look optimistically toward the future."

 

Still worthy to finish the training he thinks I am.

 

They turned and walked away from the crowd of men, disregarding their weapons and seeming desire to arrest the two Jedi.

 

"Thank you, Gavin."

 

Ulan knew he had succumb to the threats of the dark side, but was still confused about the ordeal that had just ended. How can me, he forgive? A traitor to his teachings have I been. Weak and foolish was I, and destruction my actions caused. The way of the Jedi is this? Is he?

 

Ulan looked up at Gavin as they walked in pursuit of a hidden ship. Gavin's strong jaw line, thick flowing hair, and determined eyes were the idealic image of a strong, wise Jedi Knight. Ulan knew his master would serve him well even when Ulan failed to serve Gavin. There was no reason to mistrust his leader, and perhaps that moment of hesitancy on Gavin's part had been misunderstood by the confusion that had nearly laid waste to Ulan's life.

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Gavin began to walk the streets of Bespin with his apprentice in tow, still pondering the crazy thoughts that had found their way into his head. It was incredibly hard to wrap his comparitively feeble mind around all of the concepts that were being introduced to him day by day.

 

As they rounded another corner a pair of law enforcement officers approached them and began to question them about the days events. Gavin grew increasingly weary of these men so after a few more moments of listening to them squabble he decided that they had wasted enough of his time. He quietly asked them to leave the incident alone and let the pair be on their way. When the officers refused and began to draw weapons Gavin decided that it was time to take action.

 

He raised his hand and sent both men flying back into the durasteel wall behind them. They were knocked unconcious and Gavin reached out with the Force to find that they were both still alive, though they would have a rather nasty headache when the woke up.

 

Gavin instantly felt remorseful for his rash act, but knew decided that it wouldn't do anybody any good to turn himself in. He turned to his apprentice to offer an explanation.

 

"Right now our top priority should be getting away from here so these people can rebuild. Perhaps that wasn't the best course of action but it got the job done. Now come, we're nearing a spaceport."

 

He didn't know whether his apprentice would take the explanation well, but Gavin had more important things to worry about at the moment. The pair entered the spaceport and Gavin approached a nearby merchant. Luckily the Force was with them that day and the man had a ship that the pair could purchase. Gavin gave the man the necessary credits before escorting his apprentice to the designated hangar bay. He looked at the old. worn down freighter in front of him and decided that as soon as he was able to return to civilization he would replace his destroyed fighter.

 

As he was about to board the new ship his comm rang, alerting him to new message. He pulled it out and in front of him was a man that he instantly recognized. Onderin Starlisk, Admiral of the Republic fleet, had sent him a message asking for assistance at the Battle of Krayiss II. He knew that his apprentice was weary but the pleading in the Admiral's voice meant that this was important.

 

He guided his apprentice to the medbay and told him to patch himself up because they were heading to another engagment while he made his way to the cockpit. He fired up the ship with a couple well placed bangs to the dashboard before lifting off and piloting the ship out of the gas giant's atmosphere. A few short minutes later they were in hyperspace en route to Krayiss II.

 

(( I hate to have such a poorly constructed post but time is of the essence for this new situation. Perhaps during the battle we can have some good chit chat and delve into each other's emotions more but for now this is just something so that we can get out of here. If you would be kind enough to post us travelling through Space and perhaps even take liberties with my character to get him patched up, then post us arriving at Krayiss II that would be awesome.))

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  • 11 months later...

After months of taking care of the children with Sol, I just had to get away from it all. Sol was a little miffed I was leaving without him, but I told him I would swap him later if he so wanted. I managed to procure a rather lucrative invitation to the Kat Nargal Resort and was not about to miss my weekend of luxury and relaxation, but some realization struck me as I was floating away from our humble space station home, built as an attachment to Sol's HQ at Fondor.

I totally have a mission from Smash that I completely forgot about.

 

I remembered, because I found the miniature seismic charges that Sol and I bought for the mission a few months ago. I remembered picking these models because they were bigger than time bombs and ran on remote detonators, perfect for the job I was tasked to do, but bigger didn't always mean 'better'. Still, something lingering in the corner of my mind kind of urged me to shirk this particular responsibility a little longer and go about my vacation, but I figured I owed it to Smash at least, for being away so long.

 

So I retrieved my comm from the belt of my casuals and started phoning in a few favors from Black Sun agents and friends that I knew loved to get their hands dirty.

 

It was only after I began assembling my disguise that I started plotting a course for Bespin though. It was an involved effort in all and I forwarded pictures of other disguises for the men to wear and grabbed one of the bombs that I noticed earlier, slowly realizing why I didn't like them. Each one of them was hefty. In fact, I could only really carry one at a time. So, my one question was, how exactly was I going to smuggle 4 bombs into Bespin?

 

My mind was fleeting and my eyes sporadically danced about the cabin of my shuttle only to land on a handful of old baby blankets and a couple strollers. A wicked grin grew on my face and stretched from ear to ear as I did up my silver hair, grabbed a pair of thick rimmed black glasses and put on a white blouse followed by a sweater vest and a khaki skirt that went down only as far as my mid thigh.

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"Professor Fiora, what sites are we visiting on our field trip today?" Said a female Black Sun operative who was dressed in her casuals and holding onto a rather bulbous 'infant' covered in Serena's old green baby blanket. The metal shielding of the bomb was poking through, but none of the passing high society locals really noticed and if they did, the "parents" would all say that the shielding came on grant from their school on Corellia. It was to protect their children in a thick shell of metal, but provided ample ventilation for their breathing and hearing as well as visors to let them see outside it.

 

Each pod was of course, "priceless' and thus not available for sale. However, if any Black Sun agent was questioned, they would show a card that in the end would direct any and all pedestrians watchers to another Black Sun agent established on Corellia, who was running a cover job for another associate's mission that was going on there. There were only a few altercations that rang to the tune of this explanation, but a few others ended in beaming parents that congratulated them on their child safety and the knowledgeable antics of their 'teacher'. Who, in their opinion, looked a little too attractive to be a preschool teacher.

 

Our 'itinerary', was to visit one of the higher performing luxury casinos on one side of the city and have one of the 'families' or 'chaperons' break off from the group, complaining that their kids had made an accident and how their advanced tech was nothing compared to a good ol' fashion restroom. So the group in question would head into the restroom and discreetly set up one of the bombs under the floor tiles of the restroom and if it was durasteel they would take their time and attach a bomb in any position they could without them being seen.

 

Then the Black Sun agents would go into the restroom stalls and prepare another 'child' using a metal canister that the agents were tasked to buy on their own salary.

 

There was at least one more stop like this within the flying city's infrastructure and that was on the opposing side of the wide diameter the 'tour' was following in Port Town. My feet were getting really tired and I decided the next two stops would require some sort of turbo-lift or I was liable to just leave the city with only two bombs planted and/or shoot someone randomly to vent my pain.

 

This was a problem though, because even though I wanted to hit the bomb positions carefully, I didn't really have access to any maintenance elevators and any attempt to access one without authorization would have been too suspicious. This particular issue was quickly solved though when one of the Black Sun Agents picked out a maintenance officer in the crowd and subtly 'removed' him from service and replaced him at his position near a rather nice turbo-lift that had been operating for years; it was refurbished with a chrome shine that was beautiful to look at as the entire group headed down and into the repulsor lift generators near the very bottom of the giant floating city.

 

We walked through the array of generators with me making necessary/unnecessary gestures to each generator and recanting articles upon articles of information on these sites as if I were an expert on them myself. The maintenance people were suspicious of my activity, but as more and more male officers approached me with questions, the more I would 'unintentionally' pop a button in my blouse that was chosen based on the precariousness of its hold on my 'generous' assets.

 

So, in the end, most if not all the male Maintenance officers were easy to sway, but a few female ones required more discreet measures of knowledge thrown at them and, 'we wont be long" or "we just wanted to take a small look". It managed to sate their curiosity enough as yet another team of 'chaperons' took a 'closer' look at one of the generators and installed a charge into the chassis enough so that it looked like it belonged and not so much that it looked like it was foreign.

 

The men and I were given a decent amount of information on the repulsor and tractor beam generators that were holding this City aloft in the sky and although we knew our bombs wouldn't destroy all of them, considering the circumference of the structure, the center of the room being made of an incredibly solid class of metal and the fact that the generators were on multiple floors, we knew it would make a big impact and more than likely be remembered for days to come. Not to mention, the bombs would do serious damage to a good deal of the generators even if it wasn't all of them. They might even cut through the floors, but neither of the agents had really seen one of them go boom before so they didn't know.

 

Once the bomb was placed on one of the repulsor generators on the center floor of the repulsor lift floor series, a similar process was employed on the tractor beam generators.

 

It was a simple process, but one of the agents was spotted planting a bomb at the last minute. I quickly denied all ties to the individual while the other agents dispatched any and all witnesses before a quantifiable alarm could be raised.

 

Then, when all the bombs were planted, all of us consequently gathered up our new fake 'children' and reconvened in the maintenance lift as it shot toward the top floor.

 

We quickly redressed into casuals and once the lift rejoined the luxury and casino level, we spread out quickly and abandoned our metal casings in random dumpsters.

 

It would take a little to reach the ship, but for insurance as to at least some destruction resulting from our efforts. I flipped the detonation signals of the last two bombs we placed and watched as the rumble of the bombs caused the populace to scatter.

 

I sent a softly voiced comm to the crew that was now scattered throughout the Casino and Luxury Resort level that all of them needed to report to the ship as soon as possible.

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((Continued from Space))

 

From the depths of space came a ship unlike any other. Covered in equal parts metal and bone, it was a ship that simply expressed evil intentions merely by its sight, let alone its occupants. With the grace and speed of a ship half its size, the Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering descended through the clouds if Bespin, intent upon its destination of Cloud City. Of course, the ship received no problems as it did so, with the ship being newly reconstructed, it might as well have been a brand new ship, free of any record which would cause the local officials to hold the ship from landing.

 

Slipping through the security checks, the Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering landed on one of the numerous and unimportant landing pads, the ship's ramp descending with but a hum. There was no one there to greet the ship, and that would suit the occupants just fine. As the others prepared themselves to depart, Quietus took the lead down the ramp, his hood up to hide his face, with Roe'gall following close behind. Once he reached the bottom, he looked around everywhere, and then waited for the rest of the group to exit the ship.

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As the Scimitar DCLXVI-2 exited out of hyperspace above the orange cream colored gas ball known as Bespin by the basic speakers of the galaxy. The ship glided slowly toward the planet with Cephi still trying to work out if he can get roast pig on Cloud City. As he though more about it, he just wanted some honey baked ham and if for some reason he couldn't get that on Cloud City then he was definitely not buying a condo here.

 

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Ar-Pharazon had only vague memories of his last visit to Bespin, but when the Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering approached it at sunrise, it seemed as if he had never been there before. Other merchant vessels surrounded them now, and trains of industrial ships all streamed toward the legendary Cloud City. Ar-Pharazon followed Raynuk Montar down the extended ramp, closely behind. He too was hooded and donned the black robes of a stereotypical Master of the Sith Order. There was evil to be done.

 

Built on repulsor lift engines and tractor beam generators, Cloud City was surely a sight to see. It was larger than most capital ships, and home to almost six million residents, or varying degrees of innocence. There were expensive resorts, shops filled with goods, centers of industry, luxurious hotels, non-luxurious hotels, spanning markets filled with meats and wares, and whatever else anyone might ever ask for. The docking zone was covered in Ugnauts scurrying about. Perhaps Ar-Pharazon would enslave their race one day. It would provide a bit of a sport. He eyed the nearest buildings, which seemed to be covered in shuttered windows with large canvas banners depicting the dark face of Lando Calrissian, the notable traitor.

 

In terms of inherent dignity, the Ugnauts were teleologically equivalent to calves and sheep, goats and pigs, caged geese and ducks and chickens. They were disgusting animals, running around in order to generate money for greater sires. At least the evil Sith could appreciate that. If their pathetic, soulless backs were broken in order to generate capital for corporate greed, then that was just. Sweat was the blood of industry, and slaves were the tools with which to get things done. Therefore, wading through the dismal presence of a lesser race could be tolerated. Wealth was king! Ar-Pharazon shook he head. He felt like he was turning into Smash Daisaku.

 

Ar-Pharazon seemed to remember thinking Cloud City was too noisy when he was here before; now it sounded like a big fat heartbeat, pumping ridiculous wealth. It was ripe for exploitation. He also felt a familiar presence. Perhaps it was Cephi. He hoped the evil man would present himself. Using the Force, he stripped a map of Cloud City from the hands of an unsuspecting Ugnaut thrall. ”œAlright, friends, what do we want to see first?”

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The city floating amongst the clouds. It was far more beautiful than the brochures let on. The populace of the city, however, met Terra's distaste. The beauty of the city was offset by the residents, who were far too racially diverse and alien.

 

”œAlright, friends, what do we want to see first?”

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"Perhaps we should examine this complex fully, to see where our destruction would be felt most. We may even get inspired as to methods to achieve our goals..."

 

The hooded Sith fell into thought for but a second, rubbing his chin, before he continued to speak to Terra, Ar-Pharazon, and Delta.

 

"But I think first we should set up a suitable cover. I have heard that you three disguised yourselves on Naboo and elsewhere. Might I suggest the same here? It will not suit any of us to allow anyone to know our true purpose, true alignments, and true identities."

 

He turned to Ar-Pharazon then, the hood and a minor control over physical darkness wholly covering his face from view. It was a difficult task to accomplish given how bright of a planet Bespin was, but Quietus wanted to leave as little to chance as possible.

 

"Any suggestions as to who or what we should pose as for our coming tasks? Any of you?"

 

As he looked around among those gathered and listened to their responses, the Sith Master noticed something else; his pet Roe'gall. While he doubted that any on Cloud City had ever seen a tuk'ata, let alone know what one was, the fact that it was such a large beast made it something that people would remember. Such a beast would eventually be tracked back to Quietus, and that was, just as Emily had been, a liability. But it was a liability that could be solved without bloodshed. And so, Quietus send a mental command to Roe'gall, and ordered him back to the ship. It would not be leaving its mark upon Cloud City, and unlike Emily, it had no choice but to obey quietly.

 

As Roe'gall trotted back up the ramp into the Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering, Quietus returned his attention to Ar-Pharazon's words and wisdom, choosing to not make note of his decision.

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Delta walked slowly behind the others, his weapons cleaned and polished, the ammo restocked from the adventures of the night before. They needed disguises that was for sure, so He turned to Quietus and Ar-Pharazon,

 

"Perhaps you two should pose as tourists with an interest in the city's Tibanna Gas refineries, while Terra and myself act as hired body guards, because as the travel guide says, the Ugnaught Ghetto is a dangerous place."

 

Which was true of course, the inner city was wrecked with spice trafficking and a human slave trade, the wing guard being especially corrupted in the area. It wasn't a safe place for those who didn't have the power to kill at will. Almost as if the citizens here were lesser beings than the current party of Sith and Black Sun agents. Very strange. Still, Delta had a mission to do, even if his conscience begged him to stop.

 

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Ar-Pharazon watched Roe'gall trot back into the Dreadfully Unpleasant and Very Unholy Chariot of Unwarranted Suffering. He was really starting to like the animal. Seeing the relationship between the beast and his master made Ar-Pharazon interested in acquiring his own. He decided that later on he would ask Raynuk exactly how to go about spawning such a creature.

 

”œTourists? I like that. I mean, it's either that, or posing as lovers, right? I'm not as keen on that. But why would two wealthy men just tour Cloud City together? Either that, or we're in a gang, perhaps? I have a few masks in my ship. Perhaps, aside from our fabricated stories, donning these masks would be the prudent maneuvering we need.”

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After hearing Delta's proposal, the Sith nodded, as it was a sound idea to be considered. In fact, Quietus was rather fond of the idea, albeit with some tweaking. it was clear that the Black Sun agents were well versed with tasks such as these, and considering it was a first for Quietus to hide his identity while causing destruction, he would defer to their judgment. With Ar-Pharazon's suggestions however, Quietus couldnt help but laugh ever so slightly before coming up with a response.

 

"Why would we tour Cloud City? Simple old friend. We are business partners, with an interest in acquiring Tibanna gas to be used in our factories on... say.. Chandrilla? Perhaps we should change our clothes as well... something more business like and less... Force userly."

 

As Ar-Pharazon tossed him the bag of masks, Quietus quickly dug through it before selecting one that was significantly lighter in color compared to the one Ar-Pharazon chose. Even without knowing who he was Quietus' face tended to stick out, and at this junction that would not do; it was the same reason he had sent Roe'gall back on board the ship in the first place. The less that there was to tie anyone to the crimes that were to be committed, the better. He too pulled the mask over his face, and now appeared to be a man in his 40s with a bald spot and a terrible comb over.

 

"I thought over the top was our style old friend."

 

Quietus was grinning behind the mask, but none could see it.

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Terra frowned as Lord Ar-Pharazon outlined his brilliant plan for disguise. As the group began selecting racially stereotypical and over the top masks, Terra began to realize that a darker skinned female had seldom been seen in the galaxy, and would most likely draw more attention than any other disguise available. As Lord Ar-Pharazon donned his mask, Terra slipped quietly into the ship to find her own disguise.

 

As she entered one of the small cabins inside the craft, she opened a holonet browser and selected several music videos popular amongst the ghetto culture and studied them for an appropriate disguise. Selecting a possible disguise option, she quickly began the costume change. She let down her bright blonde hair, untying it from its tight braid, and streaked it with a small amount of dirt, and added some grease for good measure. She undressed, stripping off the black armor, streaked with Emily's blood, and selected some different clothes for her disguise.

 

She placed a black tank-top upon herself, which revealed her midriff, and slipped into a set of cut-off jean-shorts, which were a little too short for her to be comfortable. She covered her Sith-metal prosthetics with colorful bands of cloth and adorned her ears and wrists with obnoxious amounts of gilded jewelry. She sprayed a quick spritz of ”œEssence of the Heavy Drinker©

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Cephi stood there as a man shrouded in a cloud of the dark side, one he had not met before, or had recalled meeting before, stood outside of a nice looking ship awaiting a man to either follow suit and come outside his ship, or for an envoy, neither of which were Cephi so he simply walked slowly toward the obvious master of the force. As he came toward the man, a massive aura of pure evil came out of the ship, one Cephi knew immediately as his only Master.

 

The Darkest Lord Ar-Pharazon, a man who's mind was deranged and his will unbreakable. Cephi was still in awe of the man whenever he was in his presence, and somehow his presence caused the Sith Lord's mind to become more focused than it was when he was on his own. The Lord made a slight bow before his master as two more figures came before them, and the Masters and them began to bicker over cover for touring the city.

 

Cephi just stood there as they came up with their plans, of which Cephi had no idea about. The only reason he was here was upon request of his Master otherwise he would be conjuring up new ideas to filet genitalia.

 

As the bag of masks moved around Cephi finally spoke up in his usual deep voice.

 

”œNo reason for me to have one milords. Being a very obscure Alien means most people can't tell tell what the hell I am. This could be business attire or my religious garb for all these shit-for-brains know.

 

”œSpeaking of which, I hope the purpose of us being here isn't need to know, because I'll get bored just walking around this filthy place, and may need to give it a Merkava treatment or two...”

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Sith Lord and Loyal Servant of the Darkest Lord

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Delta reached into the bag of goodies being passed around by his comrades and withdrew a dark one, with a long afro style hair piece. He looked it over, it looked slightly gruesome, and delta wondered what would posses a person to have hair like that, but it looked big enough to cover his helmet. Nothing like too much protection. So Ca'Aran slipped the mask and hairpiece over his helmet. It looked slightly out of place with the red glow of the HUD piercing out of the eye sockets. The rest of the face was thick enough latex that it fit around the helmet, slightly too big of head but still from a distance it would work.

 

The hair piece completed the outfit the hair being over a metre long, did help disguise the helmet underneath. He next slipped on a large black suit coat over the armour, followed by pants and a colourful tie. Complete, as it was, Ca'Aran looked almost 50 kg heavier, especially with the guns tucked inside the loose fitting coat. He turned to Lord Ar-Pharazon,

 

"How do I look?"

 

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”œWell, Cephi, we're going to bring Cloud City down a peg. We're going to murder a sizable amount of the population and bring commerce to a screeching halt. We're going to pillage the banks, kill the politicians, and leave this place as a startling Holonet headline to terrify the unsuspecting masses. Tragedy befalls Bespin. I can read it now.”

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Member of the Four Horsemen

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