Space

[Rajah]

Rajah nodded. She moved forward for a better look at the universe. Her eyes were met by an endless sea of stars that sprawled into eternity.

 

"There's so many." she muttered. She stood. Leaned forward for an even better view. The vastness of it all made her feel infinately insignificant. Absently, one of her hands reached down in search of support as she leaned farther forward. Her hand came down and depressed most of the buttons on a small keypad.

 

A high pitched alarm immediatly sounded through the ship. Rajah jerked her hand up and away from the keypad. She staggered backwards, blatently startled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. To do whatever I did." she half wimpered, hoping that whatever it was that she'd done was fixable.

[John Skywalker]

Taking several haphazard jumps, the midnight black A-wing would appear invisible to the naked eye in the vacuum of space and thus, it's pilot's intention, to strike from the depths of despair and fear.

 

His force presence seemed almost posessed by fluctuations and it became unwound almost randomly appearing like a supernova in the eyes of the Force... he only hoped the control was regained during his quick re-training as a Bounty Hunter under the Black Sun...if only for a good contract to manage to pay off his wedding, or anything else the criminal underworld could manage for him.

 

He came upon a small asteroid field and decided to test his pilot's reflexes, having been at least a decade since he piloted a Tie in the folds of the Empire and even more so, since his time amidst the Bounty Hunting community under Ikirra Josten and his band of Mercenaries. The Sith Master's reflexes were still quite in their prime and there was no better way to test them than in the grip of death... so he rocketed towards the nearest asteroid, speaking to R7 droid, "R7, ready the grav-locks, steady the ship..."

 

The vessel rocketed at the brink of it's top speed, the nose aimed for the giant rock in space, even as the auto-course correction insisted on an upwards maneuver... bringing to with 35 meters, twice the length of ship, John pulled up and spun right around the asteroid, "R7, NOW!" The grav-locks holding the ship in a steady super-magnetic attachment to the surface of the asteroid, a meter from the ship's belly. He laughed, "Good work, for a droid. Now, set a course of Dubrillion."

[Slicer]

Nadus looked at her like she was crazy for a moment befor reacting. With a simply flick of a switch he stopped his blast door from closing.

 

"Wow didn't know you wanted to get left alone that badly."

 

He then laughed it off.

 

"well anyway prepare your self for hyperspace. I got a bag some where if you decided to puke."

 

Then making sure his computer had logged in the coordinates he blasted off into hyperspace.

[Exodus]

He sat up straight in the luxurious cockpit of the Ebon Serpent. Cool emerald eyes surveying all before him. Staring into the repressive blackness undone by bright gems of far away stars. His lips pursed quietly, reverence of the lonely solitude weighing heavily upon his young mind. Space was an amazing thing; it's pitch-black exterior hoarding thousands of glowing baubles within its belly. Space was a dark and lonely place. Filled with drifting stars and tattered planets. A place of sanctuary. A place of death. Finding little meaning in time. Space was apart from it. Beyond birth and beyond death, belonging not even to life, but to a place between. Belonging to a flow, a pattern, connecting the living, and connecting the dead. Connecting them together and binding them, the dark and the light, so that neither was far from the other, and melding them together, just as it had been in the dawn of time. Indifferent to life as it was indifferent to death, for both were an everyday occurrence. As quick to change as the snap-hiss of his magnificent saber. Dangerous as a double-edged blade. A milky silence demanding reverence and fear. Cold, cold as his calculating shimmering eyes.

 

Yes, space was something else. It whispered promises of solitary death, the same promises existing in the swish of Lord Exodus' cloak, or the clacking of his boots across the steely floor. Space is a place of past, and lost to the present. The man wiped the black hilt thudding against his thigh, gazing into the mystifying expanse, Exodus drifted into his thoughts and back into his memories..

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp rocked through space in complete silence. What ever he had been drugged with had finally given up it domanace over his mind. While it still lingered he was able to think much more clearly now. Checking his computer he was suprised to learn that he had arrived at his destination. Pull himself out of hyperspace he brought his ship in for a landing.

[Kat Nargal]

The black panther tore through space, bearing a time pressed kat. The former technition didnt spend his time idly, instead he had one of the droids disconnect one of the magnetic harpoons and bring it inside for him to quickly fit a pivot on it, and calibrate everything so that it could run through the ships console. He would only get one shot with that harpoon, but hopefully it would be enough...

[Ka-Rith]

Ka-rith sat quietly in her ship. She had already hooked her datapad up to her ship and programmed it to stream the data on her main view screen. All of it was extremely intriguing; the Jedi of old seemed to hold to stricter standards then the so called Jedi of today. The holo screen drifted into the Lightsaber portion.

 

She devoured the information, eventually changing her course for a new planet.

 

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Ka's ship rocketed threw Space as she cycled through possible planets to go to. With the files from the Jedi temple and the ones from the Dojo she was able to find a single planet that although dangerous, would prove useful.

[Ganelon of Seneferia]

On a secure line, a comm call reaches Slicer's ship, requesting his presence on Dubrillion for a very lucerative job offer.

[Slicer]

Slicer raised an eyebrow at the message.

 

Well what do ya know. I was allready on my way what luck.

 

Slicer turned around in his chair.

 

"Well I have some news for you. Looks like I am going to go do something dangerous now. Have any place you want to get dropped off? Or do you want to try and stick it out?"

 

Nadus saw he was almost at his destination as it was.

[Rajah]

"Dangerous," she mumbled full of thought. A few seconds later she shrugged. "There's no where that is in urgent need of me at the moment...not that I know of."

 

Rajah settled back and tried to relax. "So where ya headed anyway?"

[Slicer]

"Some place so I can get paid of course. As for the planet um Well what do you know there it is Dubrillion"

 

Nadus smiled as he saw the world come in to view with any luck he would have a nice big pay day.

[Draj Haerin]

Draj piloted the ship through space.

[The Black Sun Armada]

An encoded transmission comes in for Draj from an unknown location. Piccolo had prerecorded the message for this communication.

 

"Agent Draj, I am glad to see you've decided to come back to the Black Sun, even if it is just for one mission. I will get straight to the point."

 

Blurry images of a strange looking man came over the comm. He had greenish eyes and blond hair.

 

"This is your target. His current whereabouts are unknown, but given the time at which that image was recorded, it is unlikely he is still alive. The information about him comes to us through the Imperial records abandoned on Artus. He was an assassin that worked for the Empire way back over a century ago. Records said he never failed a mission. Then he left the Imperial service and mysteriously disappeared. I have become intrigued by his record, and investigated further. It appeared the Empire was equally intrigued. They had stolen some of his DNA and were going to create a legion of clones. Unfortunately, they only managed to create one prototype. The Imperial research base was discovered, and bombed by the Rebellion. Records indicate all the research, including the clone were gone."

 

More images appeared. One of an Imperial starship, the other of the planet Dagobah.

 

"But I have reason to believe otherwise. Evidence shows a single ship escaped from the planet. It was most likely severly damaged in the escape. No doubt any survivors would have headed for the nearest planet to wait for help. Help that would never come, because the Empire believed all of them were dead. The only planet close enough and habitable enough is Dagobah. You will go to Dagobah and search for wreckage. It's been a century, and you will have to look very very hard. It is doubtful the clone is still intact in his stasis pod. But if he is, awaken and capture him. If he is not, take a sample of his DNA. Then, either way, destroy the ship completely. I don't want anyone else getting their hands on his DNA. The assassin's name was Vash Mammon. If he is alive, when you awaken him at first, he will neither understand that he is a clone, nor will he understand it has been a hundred years. His last memory will be whenever they stole the sample, and that will leave him extremely confused. Given this, you can expect desperate violence from him. You will recieve a million credits if the clone is alive, and two hundred thousand if all you can get is a DNA sample. If our information is wrong, and no ship made it to Dagobah, we'll give you ten credits for your trouble. Good luck."

[darth shadowlord]

Draken started when the buzzer sounded, letting him know that his ship was ready to jump to hyperspace.

 

He reached forward and pulled the hyperspace lever and the ship jumped into hyperspace headed toward Courscant

[Alora]

Alora had gone to rest for a while during their journey. Now she made her way to the cockpit, placing a delicate hand upon Draken's shoulder.

 

"Head to the Upper Levels, these co-ordinates. I have an apartment there."

 

She handed him a datapad with the directions to her Coruscant property.

 

"Tell me. What do you know of the Force?"

[darth shadowlord]

Draken took the datapad that Alora gave him and entered the co-ordinates into the ship computer, then he turned around to face Alora.

 

"I don't know much of the Force, just what my father taught me before he succumbed to the maddness all force users fall to on the planet Vjun.

He taught me how to sense force auras and how to use the the force to strengthen myself in a fight. I have figured out how to deflect minor objects thrown at me."

 

Later when I left Vjun, I was able to get a hold of my fathers offworld holdings, which enabled me to begin to search out the Sith

[Alora]

Alora looked at him before gazing out the view screen. She wouldn't start the physical training until they were on the ground.

 

"Feel the force flowing through you. Concentrate. That datapad over there, lift it. Levitate it around the room and back to where you got it from."

 

She reclined back in her seat watching her new apprentice.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken turned toward the datapad and began to clear his mind, finding the dark currents of the force.

 

He began to picture the datapad litfting off the console as he began to sweat, he opened his eyes to find that the datapad had lifted off five inches off the console

[Ka-Rith]

Ka's ship rocketed through space as she looked over her equipment. She had gathered all that she would need for a time from the bases. Soon she would be back on Coruscant and back to work for Lycus”¦

[Alora]

"Very good apprentice. Now. The force can be used to speed your movements, to choke your enemy. It can be used in any number of ways. Once we are on the ground we will get into the more physical aspects of training. I shall test your combat knowledge and teach you how to tap the Force to help you against your opponant. I have seen your swords, what other weapons are you compentant with?"

 

She wanted to get to know her apprentice alittle more, find out what he was capable of doing.

[darth shadowlord]

"I can use use my twin blasters and knives to lethal presision. As well as the fact that i excell at unarmed combat.

 

I have killed four men with my bare hands and killed many men with my weapons.

 

However I am most comfortable with my swords in my hand" was his reply

[Alora]

Alora looked back at the controls, noting that they had just come out above Coruscant. She observed as her apprentice inserted the co-ordinates to her apartment block, the ship smoothly heading down to the private hanger bay.

 

(continue Upper Levels)

[Rahalin Toral II]

Rahalin sat in his pilot's seat, blissfully glad to be away from the emotional farewell seen at the Last Call and its empty atmosphere. Something about the place made the yound Wriaith feel very empty inside.

 

Quetly, he watched the lines that were the stars for ships while moving in hyperspace. The readouts on the old ships systems were as steady as could be. He wondered at the neat way everything seemed ordered.

 

As they entered the reserved hangar bay on the Casino, he wondered what rumor had pulled the new mother away from the sides of her babes. Few, if any smart people ever forced a mother to do that, and then only if their was already darker than the vegeance that might soon be pursuing them.

 

Hell had no fury like a woman scorned, but it had a close second when a women had been seperated from her child. He brought the ship in as gently as he could, and set about getting the ship prepared for tempory storage here on the golden link. Whatever had brought them back was secondary at the moment to making his boss comfortable.

[Horus Saast]

As they flew away, Horus made a modest cocktail of Corellian Ale, Water, and Peppermint flavoring. He downed this in one shot, and sat down in front of the console. You need better control Horus. Of these, you need form zero. You learned form one in the academy with Master Vortex. That was an interesting class. He looked up for a minute, smiling into his reflection. Fynn had jumped onto the rafters and had been talking to the air. I wonder how he's doing? He also had a question for me and Shawn, but never got to ask it. I'll have to talk to him about that. He looked back at the screen. Form two looks good, as do four and five. If you work on your flexibility you may be able to try the unorthodox style. That will have to wait however, as will the dual saber and saberstaff style. It came down to either Form Two or Form Five. They both interested him because they were intended to defeat lightsaber wielding opponents, although Five can also be used when faced with blaster wielding enemies.

 

He couldn't decide at this time, so he moved to the saber design page. He looked over the various components needed, and found that Master Shardik's lessons had provided him two of the necessary components. He began to design a saber of his own. He glimpsed occasionally at his master's hilt, and created something that simultaniously mirrored Raziel's and was original in its design and construction. There were many additional parts he would need, including the crystals. Where he could find them he didn't know.

 

"Master, I'm having trouble deciding between forms two and five. Also, where might I find the crystals that are needed for my saber?" He thought for a moment.

"Master Shardik, which form do you practice?"

[Anastasia Faust]

Anna finds the shuttle ride relaxing, and a welcome change of pace. She was nervous about what was going to happen at the Hapes Cluster. There was much that was dependant on varriables beyond her control, and no telling what the after might be. She pretty much kept to herself, though she could not help talking with the Alliance commander leading the elite forces en rout.

 

"It's amazing," she notes, "I'm not even able to get a meeting in and I'm being threatened by an Imperial sympathizer. I can't imagine what it will be like at the Hapes Cluster. I have a gut feeling Phillep will be interested in at least hearing me out." She only hinted to the Alliance officer along the way of the ace she held up her sleeve for staying the Imperial's hand. It was fairly clear to him on how she was counting on what she may or may not have known about her brother's relationship with the Empire to save her neck, but she didn't say it outright, lest she be compelled to give over the information and have it turned into a weapon.

 

"You're very brave," she states, meeting the Commander in the eyes. Her own blue ones take on a sincere sparkle. "You're trusting me, a Faust, to navigate a diplomatic mission into an Imperial hotbed, and do so in a way that we get out alive." There's a strange softness in her voice as she speaks. "This courage and hope is what the galaxy needs more of, along with the strength to follow through on those convictions." She smiles. "I think if the galaxy did have more people like you it would be a better place."

[Apollo]

Raziel had been sitting quietly watching the forward view port for some time. His padawan approached him and spoke. Once finished Raziel rubbed his chin in thought. It did not take him long to come up with the answers to any of the questions, but they had a great deal of time and waiting would help increase his padawan's patience, which would be good.

 

”œI would suggest working on form two first, then five after you get that one down.”

[Silas]

The Lucky Me traveled through hyperspace. It's lone compaionion sat and wondered about why he was being moved around so much.

[Horus Saast]

Horus took the bag and gingerly spilled its contents on the work station. He picked up the micro-powercells, and he laid them out at the center of his pile, which to him was the whole universe, a microcosm on which he would focus on completely until it was a finished work. The micro-cells were easily snapped together, forming a cylinder with thin protrusions that would form part of the structure.

 

This was covered with the shield plating, a chromium molybdenum and lead tube that when turned so that he could look through it formed a ten pointed star. It locked on over the energy cells with grounding contact points on its inner surface. Out one side of the shield plating a protrusion was connected to the power cells. The Cycling Field Energizers that he recovered on Hoth attached here, and this formed the beginnings of the crystal chamber. In here a power conduit was placed on the tip of the protrusion, inside the cycling field energizers, where he used a laser torch to affix it.

 

At the opposite end, he attached an end cap to the shield plating, with a recharge socket attaching to the power cells through it. Another end cap went on the other end, going under the cycling field energizers. He left room in the crystal chambers for a set of crystals, and attached the prerequisite energy gate atop the structure. To this the energizing rods were attached. These were topped with the Focusing Crystal and next Emitter Matrix from Manaan.

 

Here the Padawan had a decision to make. Would he leave the igniter switch on the outside of the body, or place it inside the sabre, so that only a force user could use it. The sabre could be used against me, and by just about anyone. Of course, the only ones that could are probably force users anyway. The young man finally decided to make it internal, but accessible from the outside via a locking cover. This went over the twenty sided buffer, and was wired to the power source through the end cap.

 

Now he faced a second decision, one that would appear to most as aesthetic in nature, but was truly functional. How would the handle look? Many form II sabres were of a curved design. My vibrosword has an Anatomical grip attachment, and this is a similar idea, but most sabres have a straight design. He looked through the parts, searching for anything to point him one way or the other. Horus eventually came to an interesting conclusion; it would be possible to construct a grip that would be for all intents and purposes a straight grip, but could be easily changed to a curved design on the fly, if necessary. He quickly put himself to this design, and soon the handle was coming together. Finally the belt clip, safety, blade length adjusters, and handgrip were complete, and all that was left was to put in the crystals.

 

He left the weapon on its charger, and set about his exercises. While studying the lightsabre styles, he had come across one that had piqued his interests. The Unorthodox style was one that would require intense physical training, because it held extreme flexibility as a prerequisite. Horus resolved to increase his flexibility everywhere, in the hopes of becoming double jointed at the elbows. He went through all the stretches and Yoga he knew, and soon he had exhausted himself. The exercises would take some time, he knew, but he was definitely more limber than he had been last he trained. The Padawan sat, looking to his sabre, musing on its design.

 

Horus found himself more and more drawn to simply pick up and play with his creation, turning it over and whirling it to and fro, snapping it in and out of its anatomical mode all the while. Soon though he slipped into slumber, keeping his large alien eyes half open, the new lightsabre clasped gently in his hands.

[Kat Nargal]

Kats ship travelled through hyperspace.

[Exodus]

Exodus awoke abruptly, eyes snapping open only to be blinded by a bright overhead light. He squinted, throwing an arm over his face, and groaned as a dull throbbing in his head finally penetrated his new awareness. He shifted experimentally, immediately recognizing the familiar feel of a ship's med-bay mattress. But his limbs also felt stiff, and he stretched carefully as he covered his hindered eyes with his blackened hood.

 

It was then that he remembered what had happened. He sat bolt upright in the bed, his hand unconsciously reaching for his lightsaber, but it wasn't there. He looked down to his waist, realizing with dismay that all his weapons were missing. His clothes were gone too. He wore nothing but the form-fitting robe meant to be used as the underlayer of the more respectable armored suits.

 

”œBe steady, Sir. Your inner mutation has taken a definite toll on your conciousness. Pain may not be a factor, but the mind still functions all the same.”