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[Sayn Ta]

Sayn was meditating when she felt her apprentice enter the room. She readied herself to answer a question, but she was pleasently suprised to hear that Dino had completed his task. The Gungan Jedi Knight walked over to the young man and put a her arm around him.

 

"You are an exceptional Jedi. I am very proud of you."

 

Sayn glanced down at Padawan Dino's new lightsaber.

 

"It looks wonderful, much better than my first 'saber. Now lets see how it works."

 

Sayn walked over and got a small helmet-looking thing and some sort of ball off a shelf. She placed the helmet on her Apprentice, covering his eyes. The Jed then activated the ball, which seemed to gravitate in the air.

 

"This is one of the oldest Jedi excersizes. The remote -the ball looking thing- will send out harmless blasts of energy at you. Use the Force....and your newly constructed lightsaber....to block the bolts. Fear not, the bolts are harmless. However, they may sting a bit."

 

Sayn went to the cockpit of the ship and took it out of hyperspace. She then returned to the room with her Padawan. She sat in the corner and watched him practice.

 

((Continue in the Endor thread. We are on the ship in space, not on-planet))

[Noola]

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[Durose Roshan]

As Ro turned he saw Noola reaching for a blaster. His mind raced as he slowly reached for the activation device in his backpocket.

 

No sudden movements now. No sudden movements.

 

Suddenly, he realized she wasn't going to point it at him. She was point it at herself.

 

She's going to take her life? What?! Is she crazy?

 

Continuing with his original plan, Da'wynn began to talk to her, "Noola. This isn't the solution. Please put down the weapon. Please. Noola, lower the weapon."

 

One of his arms reaching forward with him leaning in to see her eye to eye on her level, Durose had said what he needed to say long enough to distract her from his real purpose.

 

Suddenly, the blaster fell to the floor as her whole body went limp. Catching her head before she fell into the wall, Ro looked down at her. Staring deep into her eyes, the room was silent for several seconds. Then clicking the device and reinitiating her motor functions, Da'wynn pulled her body tight to his and kissed her passionately.

 

His lips leaving hers but only moving inches away, Da'wynn whispered as their eyes met, "Don't ever do that again. Noola...I... I don't know what to say. I've never experienced this before... but... but I just know I love you... and I can't live without you... I can't... Don't ever scare me like that again... promise?"

[Astraal]

The Dancer's Run travelled through hyperspace on it's way to it's destination. Astraal making one more stop before going to her final destination to 'pick up' a helper for her task.

[ObliviousKnight]

Zoom went the Ghost Breath as it travelled to Manaan.

 

AIEEEE went a mynock that got trapped in its hyperspace backwash.

[Noola]

Noola laid their in the powerful hairy man's arms. He had said it. He had spoken "I love you"...

 

This time it was screamed and hurled at the purple Twi'lek. No, this time it was offered to her. Noola knew it was real.

 

She held onto the moment for several seconds before responding. Her voice filled with calm passion.

 

"Thank you."

 

She released herself from his arms and sat down in a chair. After a few more moments, she looked up at her hairy man again.

 

"On Coruscant, you saved my life twice. First in the upper levels, and then in Thorpe's Headquarters. And you just saved it again on your ship. No one has ever loved me before, much less said so. I have not loved anyone before either. But I'm sure this is it, and it is better than any sexual encounter I've ever had."

 

Noola walked up to her man.

 

"You told me that you love me. You told me that you can't live without me. Well I can't be with you unless you believe one thing: I love you! I want to know the truth....do you believe it? You have to understand that I truly love you as much as you love me. If you can't accept this, then I can't be with you."

[Durose Roshan]

Da'wynn stood amazed at himself as she sat down.

 

Wait. What did I just do?

 

For some reason, this twi'lek made him lose control. The beast part of his personality was finding a way to meld itself with his rational side. The result was almost irrational but very passionate and emotionally driven decisions. He had went on the "attack". He had confessed his love. He had held her. He had kissed her.

 

What I am I doing? What's wrong with me?

 

For some reason, he was letting his impulses run their course. He felt so free when he was with her. Almost like he was floating in the air or flying. Grabbing her waists, Da'wynn pulled her tight to his body and french kissed his love. Finally pulling away, He looked her in the eyes.

 

"Does that answer your question? Yes, I love you. I trust you. Just don't break my heart because a Cathar is the last person you want to make enemies with," he finished with a loving smile.

 

Smiling as he finished, Ro kissed her playfully on the lips again. Suddenly, though, his comm bleeped. Turning to listen to what the computer had to say, Da'wynn discovered they were nearing Bespin.

 

Looking down into Noola's eyes askingly, Ro questioned her as their foreheads touched, "Think you will be alright if I run over to the cockpit and pilot the ship in for a landing?"

 

((TO Bespin - Cloud City thread))

[Slicer]

Supossibly things would move forever if given even the slightest push in a vaccum. Since space was nothing but a vaccum one would think that in order to maintain the velocity one would want they would simply use their enegines until they reach the speed that they wished and then let themselves drift in the direction they want to go. However never the lest a rather large ion trail was left in the wake of Slicer as he and a good number of impressive ships blazed their way across the stars like abunch of lost tourists. In reality they were simply crossing ion trails. At times they would split up into two groups or mulitple groups andtravel across a sector or so mixing and therefore blanking the ion trails. However in the end they left the more traveled area of space and went deep into the outer rimm as was expected of such things.

 

They left no trace of their passing that anybody could follow. Nor had then been able to follow would they have wanted to for what lied at the end of the trail had it ben discernable would be a massive wave of death with little chance of escaping.

 

The funny thing was Slicer himself then decided to ditch his fellows soon after enterting the deeper areas of the outer rim. Perhaps had some one been observing he had been scared to venture further or maybe he simply had other business to attend to. Either way it really wasn't the business of whoever was trying to pry into the reasons upon why Slicer ditched the escort.

 

Instead after they had all come to a certain are athat would leave any and everyone lost in space who had been following blindly, slicer ha dturned around and after ziging and zagging and prefomring all sorts of random calculations and hyperspace jumps, he returned to regular space and preformed a few errands and made a few stops before coming to rest.

[Vladimir Faust]

Faust lounges back in his ship, listening to one of his favorite operas, composed by a great Corsuscanti composer of note. Ironically the man's birth home and the opera house were his best works were performed perished in Faust's most infamous attack, but it was of no moment. He was more than satisfied with results on Manaan, though fairly sure the Jedi he dueled was able to escape. All the better though that it be to the pain than to the death though. Far more amusing. He errantly wondered if he should have stayed to fight dear, dear Miss Drago, but tired after his bout, he had enough. They would fight sometime soon he was sure, but it would be on his own terms and at a place of his time and chosing.

 

He sends ahead a comm to Cardia, detailing the results of his mission, then on impluse, pulls out of hyperspace, fixes his coordinates, then heads off in a different direction entirely. It had been far, far too long since he cut back and enjoyed himself off the hunt, and he had some ideas on things to do, and most importantly off all, people to see.

[Durandal!]

The cargo ship rocketed through space on it's set path to Illum.

[Guest]

As Grimm entered hyperspace, leaving Tatooine and The Hutt Palace, He put his ship on autodrive, and went to check his gear. First he checked his duel pistols, and made sure they were fully charged and loaded, then checked his Sniper rifle and made sure it was loaded as well.

 

He then went and made sure his Necro Plasm Armor was working correctly, so he fired a few blaster shots, and the Armor just absorbed them and transfered it into it's power core. It was working perfectly.

 

He put on his armor, gathered his duel pistols and strapped them onto his hips, and placed his rifle on his shoulder. Just as he was completeing this proccess, his ship notified him that he was coming into Endor space. He ran to the console and exited hyperspace.

 

((Continued in The Endor Thread))

[Slicer]

Slicer's ship went 'zoom zoom zoom, make my heart go boom boom my super nova girl' as it tore through space with the greatest of ease,

too bad Nadus didn't have a sexy young sqeeze.

[Guest]

Reaper had escaped Endor for now, and it would be awhile before he he would go back. He didn't have Sayn's head, but he did have her lightsaber. Maybe Umaga would accept that, if not, oh well, Grimm was still alive. He barreled through Hyperspace until he reached Tatooine.

 

((Continued in the Hutt Palace Thread))

[DarthBrendo]

Mindan gave control to Crow for the hyperspace, with an order to wake him one hour prior to reversion to realspace, and made his way to the cargo hold where he worked through some training routines.

[Lora]

The small fighter came out of it's first jump and sent off a comm, giving her droids a location in which to meet her. She soon sent the fighter back into hyperspace, heading to her next port of call...

[Beltran Rarr]

A ship quickly ascends beyond the atmosphere of Coruscant. Quickly completing the necessary calculations, its pilot experly enters hyperspace, heading out toward the Rim.

 

EDIT: OCT 12, 2006

 

Hours later, in one of the millions of uncharted sectors located between systems, the Shadowfax emerged from hyperspace. At the controls, Beltran Rarr swiftly guided the ship to a halt.

 

He expertly programmed the Shadowfax's autopilot to alert him if anyone entered the sector. With that done, he engaged the autopilot and left the bridge. Making his way down to the cargo hold, Beltran began opening the crates he had collected on Corellia one by one. Most of them contained various types of manufacturing equipment, which he set up throughout the spacious hold.

 

After an hour of work, Beltran stepped back and looked with satisfaction at what he had accomplished. He had turned his cargo hold into a veritable manufacturing workshop.

 

Now I will find out if all those months of studying were truly worth it.

 

Opening one of the few remaining crates, Beltran began to spread the vast array of electrical circuits and other components about the table. His first task, and arguably the hardest would be to create an interface, which would be able to react to his nervous system. If he could do that, Beltran knew he would have made the first step toward creating one of the most advanced armor suits in the galaxy.

 

As with everything else, Beltran approached his task with a calm, cool efficiency. Days quickly melted into weeks, and weeks eventually into months. Beltran rarely slept and only ate and drank when completely necessary. His mind was completely ingrained in the task before him.

 

***

 

Slowly, ever so slowly, the armor's biomechanical interface came into creation. Designed to hook into specific bio-data ports, which Beltran would have to have implanted throughout his body, the interface would have the ability to react to his body's slightest movements. Aided by an exceptionally advanced hydraulic system and controlled by a central program which would monitor the wearer's vital signs and feed artificial adrenaline as needed, the armor had the potential to increase the wearer's strength and speed dramatically.

 

It was not without dangers of course. The wearer would have to regulate himself only to the highest limits of physical fitness, for the artificial adrenaline used to aid the wearer would be more than enough to cause complete heart failure in an unaccustomed body. As well, due to the ability of the armor to react to the wearer's mind, the wearer would have to maintain the highest forms of mental discipline when wearing, lest he imagine doing something and end up being torn apart as the armor attempted to comply.

 

Even for one meeting both of these criteria, it was still dangerous. To manage the risks enough to warrant the benefits, Beltran programmed the interface with four basic stages.

 

Stage One - Stand by

 

In stand by mode, the armor's hydraulic system would operate in a very mild form, augmenting the wearer's strength only enough to be able to move relatively freely while encased. There would of course be no artificial adrenaline. For all intents and purposes, there would be no noticeable change in the wearer's strength or speed.

 

Stage Two

 

In stage two, the armor's hydraulic system will be activated but its response to the wearer's nervous system will be sluggish. Augmented with only minor injections of adrenaline, the wearer will appear to gain some added strength, but more noticeably the wearer will become faster. Only moderately dangerous, there would be no reason why a fully trained wearer couldn't maintain stage two for several days.

 

Stage Three

 

In stage three, the armor's hydraulic system is fully engaged and at peak sensitivity to the wearer's nervous system responses. Augmented with a fairly large dosage of adrenaline, the wearer will become on average two times stronger and three times faster than he would be without the armor. Due to the large amount of stress the wearer's body would be under, a fully trained wearer could only conceivably maintain stage three for two hours before succumbing to the stress-which would most likely result in death.

 

Stage Four

 

In stage four, the armor's hydraulic system is fully engaged and at peak sensitivity to the wearer's nervous system responses. Augmented with the maximum dose of adrenaline a patient can receive and still live, the wearer will become on average three times stronger and four times faster than he would be without the armor. The stresses the wearer's body would be under during this stage are so great that there is a chance that his heart could give out at any moment.

 

After that, Beltran proceeded to construct the helmet and visor interface. He programmed the helmet with all of the basic features most armor helms come with: zoom, night vision, thermal imaging, image/sound enhancement, image/sound recording and play back. In addition, he added an remote uplink to the Shadowfax's sensor suite, a remote uplink to the Galactic Holonet, and a long range com system.

 

With those stages and the visor interface programmed Beltran then began the task of refining the Phrik ore he had obtained from Gromas months earlier. While far more physically taxing then the work, which had proceeded it, it was also much quicker. In little over a week, Beltran had finished refining the phrinkite alloy and had begun grafting it to the biomechanical interface of his armor.

 

A week after that, Beltran was finally finished. Close to six months of preparation, and nearly as much time in construction, Beltran was finally able to step back and admire his masterpiece. Of course he couldn't wear it quite yet, he didn't have the required biomechanical data ports. For that he would need to find a doctor able to do so.

 

That won't be entirely difficult, Beltran thought to himself as he entered the bridge for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Doctors with the abilities I'm looking for are easy enough to find, and for the first time since I begun this project, I won't have to pony up an arm and a leg to pay for it.

 

After a brief moment of consideration, Beltran disengaged the autopilot and engaged the hyper drive. He still had much to do before his task was finally completed.

[Kautra Nadio]

The newly aquired ship, that was nameless, entered space at a steady speed. Kautra and his apprentice were sitting quietly, when Kautra deployed the chute to send them into hyperspace. He quickly input the informetion, and they shot off into hyperspace.

 

As soon as kautra was confident that they were well on their way, He stood, up, and motioned for his apprentice to follow. He cleared a space on the floor, and sat down, with his legs crossed. "You do the same" he said. His apprentice was silent as he did so, and before a conversation was started, Kautra interupted. "Be silent from here, at leaste for the moment."

 

"If you want to learn how to heal those burns on your body, you must learn to focus your mind, and meld it with the force. The two of you are one, and it will help you, if you know what your doing."

 

"To heal your body takes a little time, and there are some things which cannot be healed. Such as sever saber cuts, and many blaster wounds. The body has been so damaged, that only the body can fully heal them. the burns on your body are not that bad, they would me much worse if it were not for your body armor, infact they could have been fatel" Kautra was talking quickly, because he knew that it would not be long before they reached their destination.

 

"Close your eyes, and call the force to you, ask it to meld to your mind, and heal the burns on your sides. It will take a little time, but eventually you will get the hang out it." Kautra stopped, and allowed his apprentice to begin.

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel did as he was told without complaint as the wounds seemed to be ailing him even more so than usual over this increase in the amount of time they have remained a scourge upon his body. He crossed his legs on the floor and went into the same meditative trance he had done once before to center himself in the force and to get himself a firm grasp of the responsibility he owed the universe. But this would be different because he would be centering not himself but the force upon himself. This command would be a difficult one to master but as long as he could somehow help the wound right now he would be greatly obliged.

 

Hartel took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing his dark hair to begin to flow in front of him. His head sank a bit and he entered the familiar trance he had forged once before. But now he had to shift it to him, he needed not to become one with the force, that could be disastorous, but to become a symbiote of the force to the extent that he would even allow the force to be a temporary parasite upon him. He called the force to himm allowed it to fill his body and soul. It was working he thought and he began to manipulate it even farther.

 

Eventually he began to hear the force echo in a language which he had no comprehension of but the force around him and his connection to attract the force seemed to make perfect sense and so he felt it bind to him, in an almost globular way upon his skin, but it was cooling, like a theraputic rub. Suddenly a burning heat came upon his side which was where the majority of the burns had incurred. It felt as if the same pain he had gone through had been recurring as if it was a reversal in time. As if that one section of his body had been set backwards to heal itself. The metal which had been inside his body was now gone and the skin was healed. This was an amazing feeling to which he could describe no other satisfaction than to leap up in surprise at his own efforts.

 

He did so and felt his muscle beneath his skin still in pain. He understood that he could only heal the superficial wound, at least with the amount of training he had learned, and that as Master Kautra had said not all wounds can be healed through the force.

 

Hartel looked out the cockpit of the ship and noticed that an Icy planet had come into view, at first he thought it to be Hoth but then realized that the planet Ilum was also an Ice filled planet which made it perfect for the precious crystals it held within its wake. It was a good thing he had read all the books on Jedi History while on Manaan, he had learned much in terms of Jedi culture and it seemed that he came into a certain respect for the Jedi Order as a whole. It was much like his own Mandalorian ways in that it mattered not your race but rather what you stand for. Perhaps this made the Jedi Order so much easier to accept than the Sith. Hartel would never know, he quit part way through that training and embraced a more sophistacted and humble regard to the force.

 

The ship lowered into the atmosphere and John awaited his master to land the ship and begin their journey upon the planet.

[Kautra Nadio]

The effort that Hartel put into his task amased Kautra, he did not think that Hartel could acomplesh his task on his first try, but then it struck him that he had had other training in the force. Once realizing this again, it made since for Hartel to be well versed in the arts of the force.

 

kautra stood up while his apprentice was still in his trance, and began to examine his apprentices wound. he could feel the pain his apprenice was being subjected to, knowing from experience that it was not a fun thing to go through. Kautra considered holding back some of the pain from his apprentice, for there were ways of dulling such things, but to do so would be an insult to his Mandalorian Padawan.

 

Kautra finished up with his little examination, and walked over to the controls. His computer was telling him that Ilum was not that far away, and that they would be arriving there shortly. The quietness that encompased the ship was peaceful, compared to the hectic life on Haruun Kal, it was simplilar in space.

 

Kautra was somewhat shocked to when his apprentice jumped in the air with glee. And began to laugh when Hartel doubled over in pain. "I told you young one, it won't fully heal, hurst doesn't it." Hartel got back to his feet and smiled.

 

"We're here" Kautra said in a rather serious tone. A flash of his training here came back to him, finding out that there were other things that dwelled deep inside of the caves of Ilum was a very unpleasant experiance for Kautra. And he knew that Hartel had to travers these cave alone as well.

 

The ship broke the atmosphere of Ilum easily, and they descended to the planet.

 

(( Post On Ilum ))

[SithAcolyte]

When the Starsprite was safely in hyperspace Darla stepped away from the controls and made her way into the main body of the ship.

 

"I'm sorry that I made such an abrupt exit... I just had to get the hell away from there." Darla looked a little embarrassed. "After the meal and all the hospitality Trowa showed us I forgot who he was, what he was. When I felt him in pain I headed to help him. But he was the one who was causing pain. I could feel so much death there. He was slaughtering people like lambs..."

 

Darla closed her eyes for a second and saw dismembered limbs flying away from blood splattered bodies. She knew the darkside, knew what it could o to a person. In that instant Darla knew that she had control over the darkside and it didn't have control over her. As for Trowa... Perhaps he wanted to lose control.

 

"I felt like an idiot, taking Nivana with me into such danger... Really thought that...I don't know, I thought that we might consider him a friend. But he's a monster. He may not chose to be a Sith, but he sure does act like one. Those creatures he manipulated, all the torture he put us through. We shouldn't forget about it..."

 

Taking in deep breath's Darla calmed herself and tried to focus. She knew where they should go next, back to Skye and Seraphim and Ra if he was still with Skye. Using the ships computer Darla sent out an encrypted comm message to Skye.

 

"We'll head back to Skye and Seraphim as soon as we find out where they are. I'm sorry for dragging you into all this Darex. I know I've already said it but thank you for everything you've done."

 

Darla hugged Darex tightly lingering for a moment while she gathered her thoughts. It was clear that she was still a little shaken by all the death and pain she had felt on Roon. There was one thing lingering at the back of her mind...

 

"Darex...What happened to you in the caves? How did you find Nivana?"

[Skye Organa]

-- Return comm for Darla on an encrypted secure line --

 

I'm pleased to hear from you. We're currently at Hoth at these co-ordinates [insert here].

 

Looking forward to seeing you all again soon.

 

Skye

 

-- end comm --

[Darex Trevelian]

"There's no need to apologize," Darex replied lightly. "The important thing is that we've gone from there."

 

He winced visibly when Darla asked him what had happened in the caves and mentioned their new destination. "Well..." he hesitated. He had not forgotten the promise he had made to the hive queen...but he didn't know what the easiest way to break it to Darla would be.

 

"If we can," he decided on saying, "we'll need to make a quick stop at the Core."

 

At her puzzled look, he sat her down, and almost sheepishly, began to explain. "Well, I couldn't get to you, and I was captured by those creatures. They took me to see their queen. Knowing that we would need safe passage through her tunnels if we were going to rescue Nivana and get out alive, I negotiated with her. She was willing to believe we meant them no harm after some talking, but wanted me to do something for her to prove it."

 

The recently-promoted Jedi Master paused, looking back. "Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but I agreed. There is a task I must perform for her, and it requires we got Core-ward."

 

He could sense a shadow of the stowaway lurking on the ship. "There is one of her people onboard, carrying five eggs. In the queen's own words, my task is to 'deliver him to the galaxy's center'."

 

He paused. "I had no choice but to agree. Otherwise we would all be dead by this point, I assure you. But it may not be as bad as it seems. I have an idea."

 

He leaned close and whispered in her ear. "We'll take him to Byss."

 

Pulling back, he resumed talking aloud, although in a hushed tone, still making sure that their guest was on the other side of the ship. "The queen obviously meant Coruscant, but I cannot allow them to ravage Coruscant's population. This place is technically closer to the galaxy's core anyway. It won't be easy getting down there to drop him off and back up in one peice...but I'd rather that then have him infesting the most populated planet in the galaxy."

 

He stopped talking, wondering what Darla felt about all this. It was low for him, and part of him was ashamed that it had to come to this. But he also had no real choice in the matter...he only hoped she would understand. If not, he would take the creature by himself, on a different ship, when he got the chance.

[Joreel Ordo]

Hartel had every intention of building a dual-bladed lightsaber ever since his vision of owning a lightsaber came to mind. Therefore after he had gathered all the necessary parts for this task he had begun to get to work. He knew much about the construction of items as he had built his armor from scratch a few years back on Ordo. Mandalorians usually design and mod their weapons and armor and Hartel wa sno exception to this rule. Therefore, manipulating the parts he acquired to fit the peices he would need was an easy task indeed.

 

Hartel had already researched lightsabers upon the Eternal Vigilance. In fact, it was the first thing he made sure to read when upon the ship. The lightsaber was the one thing that every person in the known glaxy had thought of when the heard the name Jedi or Sith and thus naturally it has been a thing Hartel has been looking forward to ever since his journey to learn the ways of the force began.

 

Hartel was however able to put his peices together fairly easy with the guidance of the force. It allowed him more control then his hands could ever accomplish and he was desperate to ensure his success in the construction of this peice of machinery.

 

Hartel started with the primary crystal, the Cyan one which was the first calling to him upon the surface of Ilum, a planet which now was a fading memory upon the cold of his master's ship. This crystal glowed intensely and its opaque blue made it look to be of liquid ocean water, blissful, and magnificent in its form. Hartel allowed this to float in the middle of the air for a moment before he added an emitter matrix, which encased the crystal, to both ends of the crystal. With a sharp snap this peice of the puzzle had been accomplished and John continued with more peices of this art.

 

His work was doubly as hard for he had to do the same work twice for the effect of the Lightsaber. But his desire and concentration allowed him no room to give up. He was vigilant about this task more than any other before him and perhaps master Kautra would sense this due to John's lack of hiding his presence in the Force.

 

After about an hour John had finished attaching the servo's, and recharge station. He was about to begin on the focusing crystal attachment which would be then enclosed within the lens assembly and finally the casing of the saber. Hartel took out the two opaque crystals out of his pocket and added them to his mid-air assembly line that he had created. He had added each to the tip of the emitter matrix and they fit inside of this admirably.

 

With a simple gesture of his hand Hartel moved the Lens assemblies onto either end of the saber, these peices clinked and clanked into the proper position they were meant to be in and Hartel was amazed at his success. He only had one more task, to add the encasing to the lightsaber, the final touches before it was able to be used by him.

 

The dursteel plating that Hartel had procured for the lightsaber were magnificent. They gleamed light and magnificence in their very wake. He was amazed at his luck to find such peices but then again wasn't surprised as everything was made of durasteel these days but in a lightsaber he figured it would be a bit more difficult.

 

After about another hour of tinkering witht he parts Hartel had his lightsaber, but it was missing one peice to it something Hartel thought he had overlooked because he had apparently used all the parts he had with him.

 

"The Handgrip!"

 

Hartel reached inside his cloak and retrieved a peice of what appeared to be Clonetrooper underarmor. It was thick, rubbery, and had a nice grip in feel to Hartel so he chose it many months ago to be his source of a grip and after taking out his vibroblade to cut it finely into neat strips he placed them vertically upon the double bladed Saber.

 

The task was done and Hartel grabbed his newly constructed Lightsaber with glee activating it. The snap-hiss was elegant but deadly and a light blue light filled the room before him. He had done the one thing he had wished to do since his training began. He had combined his inner warrior with the Jedi at last.

 

Hartel walked to the front of the ship, sweat dripping down his face as the aftermath of the concentration his body required to do what he had done. It seemed as if all his bodily functions had been put on hold due to the deep concentration he had created witht he force and now he was making up for lost time.

 

John sat down in the Co-Pilot's seat and looked to his Mustafarian Master. Hartel could not explain the complete heartfelt gratitude he felt for this man right now, perhaps he never will be able to.

 

"Thank You, Master."

[Kautra Nadio]

Kautra was paying close attention to his apprentices progress. He had left the controls of the ship, and was standing behind his apprentice. A smile drew across his face as the concentration filled the room with a wounderful feeling. Hartel was a master of creating, be it his armor, or the lightsaber before him, it was all getting done in a fast, and timley manner.

 

Due to Hartels concentration, he was unaware of his masters presence behind him, and that allowed Kautra un-restricted access to see what was going on before him. Kautra stepped to the side, and got a little closer to the work, and examined it more thoroughly. And noticed the fact that his first was to be a dual lightsaber, a hard weapon to master, but he was confident in his apprentices abilities to do so.

 

With one last SNAP Hartel ceased his efforts, and them moment of anticipation was at hand...

 

 

SNAP HISSSSSSSS the crimson blue light saber snaped to life, and Hartel jumped with glee. During his apprentices celebration, Kautra slipped out of the room, and returned to the controll panel of his ship. They were comming into the area around Haruun Kal.

 

Kautra acted like he knew nothing of the success of his apprentices lightsaber, and was calm when he sat down at the co-pilot seat.

 

Thank You Master. Hartel said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

 

"Congradulations" He said with a tone that gave it all away. "I am very proud of you."

 

"However you are not out of the woods yet, we still have one last thing we must do."

 

The ship started down to the planets surface.

 

(( Haruun Kal next ))

[SithAcolyte]

Darla was a little shocked, but she couldn't be mad at Darex. He was a peaceful negotiator and had done what he had to do to ensure them safe passage. He valued all life, even the twisted life of Trowa's beasts. Darla knew it wasn't their fault that Trowa had manipulated them in the way that he had.

 

"S%*t... I had a feeling something wasn't right. I wish you'd told me, but to be honest with you I wouldn't have taken off if I'd known."

 

For a few moments Darla thought about the possibilities.

 

"I could... She'll never know if you kept you word or not. I doubt we'll ever see her again. Besides if I kill him, it's not your fault."

 

The look that came across Darex's face made Darla feel terrible about herself.

 

"Those things... That's not life. Trowa has twisted them. Your right about not letting them near Coruscant. But can you live with them ravaging some other world? If you can look the other way...I'll take care of it. Or maybe we could just leave it on a small planetoid, somewhere where it can't harm anyone..."

 

There was a pleading look in Darla's eyes. She knew that this was a subject she and Darex would have difficulty seeing eye to eye on.

[Bad karma]

A tiny life form, to small to notice within the force without active and intense searching scurried across the floor of the ship, exploring it so that its elder brother would better know the layout of the ship. The silence of space made the larger of the creatures thankful. All of the noise that polluted his former home was horrible upon his ears and he sometimes wondered why he was cursed with the dreadful things when his other senses were equally as powerful.

 

The specter of a form sat quietly in the hold, with his legs folded across each other and his head bowed. From the casual onlooker it would appear as if he was in a solemn sort of mood after leaving his family. Only a few people in the Galaxy would know what was actually going on; how he was monitoring everything going on back on Roon. The connection he shared with his family would soon be cut off and he wanted to observe them one last time before the visions stopped and he was only left with the emotions.

 

A smile graced his mysterious lips for a moment. Soon he would find a new home in the Galaxy; soon he would lead a new family. His eyes flashed a natural sapphire color for a moment as he felt the wave of happiness wash over him and burrow deep into his gut.

 

Soon

[Vladimir Faust]

There is a brief, highly encrypted and untracable communique of orders from troops in space, following another that results in the sending of a ship with some specialized Imperial equipment for dealing with force users like errant Jedi. The end results, if played out properly, give Faust reason to smile, sending his echoing, malicious laughter through the galaxy from one end to the other.

[Darex Trevelian]

"I won't allow you to murder him and the eggs he carries," Darex replied softly. "It is still life, no matter how twisted and horrible it seems...how horrible it is. It's not their fault they are the way they are...can we blame them for living? For wanting, like every other species, to reproduce and protect their way of life?"

 

He didn't like disagreeing with her on this, and tried to think of a compromise. "I only promised I'd take him to the Core...if we could find some uninhabitated planet that he could survive on there...give them the chance to populate their own planet..."

 

He bit his lip in thought. "But do not underestimate that hive mother. I have a feeling she would know...It's bad enough that I have to trick her this way...They're more intelligent than you realize."

 

He was clearly having a hard time with this. He respected Darla, and her opinion, but at the same time, he could not ignore or bend the ethics that he had come to believe in so firmly.

[SithAcolyte]

.To Darla it was a nessecary evil. To Darex it was just evil. She could understand and respect that. But she couldn't let those things spread like a disease.

 

"Alright... We find a planet for him and the eggs. It has to be somewhere uninhabited."

 

Darla was quiet and thoughtful. She wanted to kill the monster. In her mind it would've been an act of kindness.

 

"We find an uninhabited world and leave him there... But if he won't co-operate or things get ugly...I'm reaching for my lightsaber."

 

The very thought of having some monstrosity lurking around on her ship made her skin crawl. It could've killed them while they were asleep. Even worse, it's eggs could have hatched and they could have ended up with a shipful of the critters.

 

"We do it soon and fast. I don't want those eggs hatching on here..."

 

Darla let the words linger, letting Darex know what she was worried about

[Niv]

Listening quietly and off to the side, Niv felt a nauseating shudder race through her body. It seemed to skitter just through her like a million miniscule spiders stampeding just under her top layer of flesh. The memeory of fangs ripping into her neck followed by the burst of firey venom raging through her viens caused her to cross her arms defensively across her chest. The thought that one of those creatures was on board the ship with them...

 

She forced the thoughts away and for now simply listened to the two experienced Jedi before her. She hoped that where ever they were going to drop the creature off was nearer rather than farther away. She half hoped the thing would try something so that they could kill it. Niv knew it was wrong to want to put an end to any life but she couldn't find it in her heart to think of the creature as anything but death embodied. A monster. Perhaps time would afford her the ability to see it as something other than that but right now she despised the thing. Being in such close proximity to it did nothing but harden her heart against it.

 

"Please tell me we'll be rid of that thing one way or another soon." She pitched in, more or less just to release some of the unease that stayed knotted in the pit of her stomach.