Naboo

[Krissi Kenobi]

A small ship landed and three cloaked figures departed the ship. The foremost figure turn to the two. "Follow me and stay quiet. There is much trouble here..."

 

The woman waved a gloved hand and started down a various hall. The three made their way to the doks and quietly stole over the waters. Soon the boat was out of sight and making its way toward a far destination.

[Lord Dahak li]

Lord Dahak li stormed though the halls of the half-destroyed palace. He came bursting out of the front entrance, a strong force shield around him. A look of anger and pain on his face that could have kill the very creature that had done this to his people with the very sight of him. His black robes and cloak fluttering around him licking at his limbs as he used his power to call on all the other Masters of Orden.

 

"If no one is to fight these demons, I will! Then I shall deal with the ones that could have helped and didn't!"

[Guest]

*Gromukh raised an eyebrow as the two Jedi fled for their ship and left.*

 

"Fools, return again and you will be destroyed."

 

*He turned and made his way back with his minions towards the city. They entered and looked about for their next victim.*

[Krissi Kenobi]

The small boat came ashore in a serene clearing. It seemed a million miles away from the nearest city. It was a place one went to be lost, or to find who they were. Krissi knew that it was some degrees off directionally to the sacred wood, but felt they would go there soon. Several men appeared with horses. The men explained that they were taking them to an area to be purified. The time had come for the Lady of the Wood to return. The first half mile or so they would walk the horses down a path and onto open hills and plains. There they would mount and ride until they reached the moutainous areas they would continue on to a special cavern, said to be of great beauty. There the ritual would take place. After all was said and done, it was onto Elentári. Krissi felt that it was there that the child would be born.

 

Krissi and Jedit were silent. After several hours of resting and moving, the group finally reached the open plains. The group would be forced to walk again with the horses until the proper signal was given. Krissi put a hand to her neck and slipped the charm out. She ran her fingers over it and sighed, her eyes becoming distant. Her hand dropped to her side and the charm slipped out over her dress. She adjusted her dark green robe so that it hide her figure, yet allowed the charm to be visible. Her long brown hair was let loose over her shoulders. She had changed in the ship and was now wearing knee high black boots, a loose, emerald green shirt, and long, baggy forest green pants. The outfit helped her to blend in and to make her less of a distraction. However, the sun glittered off the charm, attracting several wandering eyes. It was the only piece on her that stood out. Krissi held her horse's reigns and looked forward in deep thought.

[Jedit Ojanen]

Jedit was confused but noticed Krissi's strange obsession with the charm at her neck. She always had it, and she always seemed fascinated with stroking it and constantly checking to see if it was there. Where did it come from, Jedit wondered. Screw this. Jedit was tired of being confused.

 

"Where is he? The man that gave you that Jewel?"

 

Jedit asked suddenly. Oh he hoped he didn't anger her.

[Krissi Kenobi]

Krissi, suddenly aware of Jedit's question, dropped her eyes to the ground. She thought of the man who gave her the charm, and she drew an unsteady breath. Her eyes slowly moved to met Jedit's.

 

"All questions will be answered in due time" She replied softly. She showed no trace of anger though she seemed pensive. Suddenly the group stopped. The lead man turned to them.

 

"It is time. From this point we ride. It is not far from here" The group did as instructed. The horses were eager to run and the small band swept over the plains towards the cliffs. They reached the desired area within the hour. They dismounted and one man took the horses. The guide lead them into a fortress like area, made from long ago and deep into wonderuos caverns. He lead them into a room where the walls were bathed in a pale blue light, calm and pleasing. In the middle of the floor was a navy spot, wide enough for one person to stand in and be surrounded by the color. The guide looked at her. "There"

 

Krissi understood. She nodded and turned to Jedit. "Jedit, I will be with you again shortly... I do not know why I need to do this, but I must... Please- no questions. I promise I will answer all you want to know soon"

 

Jedit nodded. Krissi walked to the man's side, and looked into the circle. For awhile now she had wondered what was wrong with her. Why the darkness seemed to surround her. The circle seemed to stir deep emotions inside. Soon she would know. She looked at the guide. "When will we begin?"

 

"Soon my Lady. All we need is the shaman"

[Angeline Daisaku]

A small ship entered the atmosphere of Naboo and landed towards the outskirts of the main city. A small cloaked man slipped out and found a local. The two talked and the robed man mounted a horse. He set off for an unknown location. He knew that time was running out for one and that the other would soon arrive. Two joys were to be celebrated- both of new life, one by union, the other by birth and he had a role to play in both.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian landed the Hell's Envy in the Hanger Bay without incident, and exited her ship. Locking it up and inputing her codes.

 

She left the hanger and started walking. She had no idea where she was going so she needed a guide. Seeing a townsmen walking towards her, she pulled her hood down and grabbed him. Throwing him against the wall, Tarrian used the force to keep him in place.

 

Take me to the Lady. The man looked at her as if he didn't understand basic. Don't act dumb with me, you know of whom I speak. I can see it in your mind. Take me to her NOW. Or suffer at my hands. The man nodded and motioned for her to follow.

 

Tarrian had no idea who this lady was, or even why she needed to see her. She just knew that she had to. Something wasn't right, and Tarrian didn't want to leave anything to chance.

 

The man lead her out of the city proper, and they continued on to the wooded area beyond the city. They were walkin for hours, when the man said that they would have to stop here and rest. The palace of the Lady was still more then a days journey. Tarrian nodded to the man and sat down. She closed her eyes and reached out with the force to touch Kaylynn. She felt warmth from her, and she knew that she was protected. Tarrian was tired from the walk, and she realized that her stomach was growing. She was now showing. She put her hand on her stomach and drifted off to sleep.

[Krissi Kenobi]

A dark figure made his way into the room, dissolving out of the shadows. His hood was drawn, hiding his face. Krissi watched him approach, a pit in her stomach. He seemed- familiar.... Jedit seemed a little tense, but he relaxed after Krissi gave him a reassuring smile. The man approached her, then stopped, looking into her eyes. Krissi trembled.

 

"It has been some time since we last met my Lady. I am pleased to see your face once more... And by yourself at that- fate has been cruel by choosing you the man it did... but we will not talk of that now. You have many questions for which answers will now be given..." The man waved to the circle. "Step inside and all will be clear"

 

Krissi drew in an unsteady breath and stepped inside the dark circle. She closed her eyes and felt a small breeze. Somewhere deep inside she could hear voices. They sang softly, singing of the wood, and legend. They sang of laughter and light, of shadow and darkness, of sorrow and love. They sang of hope and of destiny, and the fate of the Lady of Light, wed to a Dark Lord. The voices rose into a symphony and praised the light of Evenstar, born from the union- the most beautiful and bright of all stars and mortals. They sang of the white palace in the wood and its keeper, and the new mistress soon to be. Krissi smiled, feeling light as a feather.

 

The shaman raised his hands and began to chant softly in a tongue long forgotten by many. The guide and his men stood around the circle, as if protecting the woman. Jedit watched in awe. The men kneeled, as if they were adoring the lady that was his master. Slowly a light began to shine underneath Krissi. It was dark at first, then became brighter. It slowly lightened until it was a bright pale blue in color. Krissi seemed to float in the air above it. Jedit's eyes were wide. He had never seen anything like this before.

 

The light shot upwards, encasing the woman in a hollow glasslike tube. Slowly it began to fill in with light until it enveloped the woman. Jedit opened his mouth but no words came out. He froze in place, wondering what to do. The woman began to shimmer, as though she were made of glass. A black mist materialized around her, light at first, then turning into a heavy cloud. the woman was shrouded by it, but still shown through. The shaman continued to chant in the ancient tongue.

 

The black mist dissolved, and the woman shown forth more brightly then ever. The charm around her neck glowed, and the woman appeared to be a star, suspended in the heavenly blue light. Slowly the light began to dissipate, the cylinder of light turning into a hollow tube again, then diminishing to a pale glow on the floor. Krissi's feet touched the ground and she stood tall, motionless. The light darkened and then extinguished. The shaman fell quiet and let his hands fall. There was silence.

 

Jedit timidly stepped forward, coming before the woman. He looked up at her nervously, his voice soft, "Krissi?"

 

The woman opened her eyes, and tears streamed down her face. She smiled a bittersweet smile and gently took his hand. The shaman smiled. Krissi took a deep breath, then stepped forward, out of the circle. "It's all right Jedit... Everything is going to be ok now..."

 

Krissi fell to her knees and began to weep. Slowly the painful memories drifted back. It still seemed to be covered by a fog, but she knew everything now and in time it would all become clear. The shaman walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, her skin a light peach, the dark designs banished forever. She felt as though she had been working all day.

 

"The dark gem is gone but you may still feel its effects for some time. Take care fair lady, and travel to your home. The time is short and the child draws near. Make haste. We will meet again" With that the shaman slowly walked away, dissolving into the shadows, leaving as he had come. Jedit helped Krissi to her feet. She placed a hand to her stomach and winced softly. She was barely eight months, it was far too soon for the child to come.

 

"Come lady, we take you home" The guide signaled to her. Jedit helped his master up to where the horses were. Krissi mounted with some difficulty, noting the pain she was experiencing. It would come and go. The riders went forth and rode hard over the plains and into the wood. Krissi noted that the pain was coming in waves and last for a short amount of time before fading away. Krissi realized with mild concern, that the waves were becoming closer and closer.

 

Elentári came into view and Krissi was filled with awe. This time they did not stop. The guide lead them forth up avenues of trees, filled with celestial light. They rode up through the gate and before the white palace, shining in the pale blue light. It seemed surreal, a dream within a waking reality. Krissi dismounted, staring about in wonder, then collapsed as she felt another wave of pain. Jedit rushed to her side. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

 

"Help me inside Jedit! The child is coming!"

[Ronet Farr]

*The shimmering gold sail was the first thing to appear as the ship dropped out of hyperspace. The solar sail barge cut gracefully through the distance to the planet. Ronet Farr patted the shoulder of the pilot. She glanced up at him and smiled at his approval. Wandering back he found Smash and Angeline in their room. He tapped gently on the door.*

 

"Mr. Daisaku, we're approaching the planet. If you and Mrs. Daisaku would let me escort you to the bridge."

 

*After a few moments he was given permission to open the door, which he did, and then guided them back up to the cockpit. Standing once more before the massive window they looked down on the beautiful planet of Naboo the couple could not help but smile. The piolet glanced up and gave them a report on the planet's status, her accent was thick but easily understandable.*

 

"Ve'll be approaching zee planate surface vithin moments Mizer Daisaku. Zer zeems to be zome sort of encounter goingd on at zee main city. However, we shall be far avey from it zo I do not think it vill be a problem for your vacation. Veather iz gude an should remain az such for zee majority of you stay. Eztimated time to touch down - therty five minutes. Pleeze enjoy zee rest of zee flight."

 

*Ronet indicated the copilot seat where Smash sat down, pulling Agelina into his lap. Together they held eachother as the ship passed through the first layer of the atmosphere. The sail before them heated and turned a bright orange, illuminating them in it's soft glow. They passed through that layer and into the open blue skies. There were few clouds and the ones that did linger were simply soft, cottony, shades that they passed through in some sort of mystic haze. Below them the resort they were headed to streched out across the grounds. Two vintage, restored Naboo fighters joined them in the sky as part of the ceremonial landing. Soft classical music played over the comm, relaxing the occupents of the ship and adding further to the mood. On the horizon the sun, three quarters of the way over hills and moutains. Their ships were bathed in it's soft light as they swung around for the final approach. The sail collapsed into the front of the craft and again they relied solely on sublight engines to drop them, feather light, onto the landing pad.*

 

"Welcome to Naboo Mr. Daisaku."

 

*Ronet smiled down at the two of them and then guestured for them to follow him. The aft ramp lowered, letting Smash and Angeline walk, side by side, down the ramp. The twelve operatives, six to either side, stood at attention with their arms raised in salute as they passed by. As each set was passed they brought their arms briskly to their sides. Ronet walked a few steps behind the couple, allowing each successive pair to fall into step behind him. Ronet had adorned his helmet and was allready making discreet commands over the comm. Smash and Angeline were greeted by the resort owner and offered a tour of the building. He led them away, Ronet, trailing a few meters behind, as the guards went about their various tasks. Four began moving lugage to the suite. Another pair began sweeping Smash and Angeline's place for bugs, weapons, cameras, and anything else that didn't belong. Another pair hopped on speeder bikes and began patrolling the area. Two were left with the ship for the short term, and the last couple stayed with Ronet to follow the couple. Ronet could not help but notice how happy they seemed as he walked behind them. A happiness that he lacked, though he felt it almost vicariously as he watched over the couple as their guardian angel. Their guardian angel with a couple really big guns.*

[Milo Minderbinder]

From out of the depths of hyperspace shrieked a small personal ship, battered and worn from many firefights, and which bore an odd resemblance to a B-52 bomber. The ship had tinted windows, which the pilot rolled down as he eased the craft into the atmosphere of Naboo.

 

Using the broken, malfunctioning homing beacon he had been given months ago, Milo Minderbinder turned the ship towards the Black Sun hotel. The craft lowered itself down to the treetops, shearing off branches. Frantic onlookers could see the name of the craft stenciled on the side: the "DemonPrism 666,000".

 

As the ship slowed down and moved into position to land at the city, the starboard engine suddenly exploded, filling the air with whistling chunks of shrapnel. People began screaming and running for shelter as the wildly yawing ship swung out over the buildings. With a massive collision, the DemonPrism struck the one elementary school in the nearest 2,000 miles, exploding on impact.

Milo Minderbinder ejected just before the craft hit, and parachuted loftily down into the middle of the town square.

 

"Sh*t!" he shouted to no one in particular.

Townspeople began to mill about, becoming more angry by the second. Undoubtedly, the khaki-clad tactician had just slain hundreds of children, and appeared not to care in the least.

"You destroyed our young ones!!" shouted a man angrily. Others murmured in assent, and began to take up arms.

"I don't have time for this sh*t, you ****ing ******s," said Milo Minderbinder. He began to force his way through the crowd.

 

Someone in the crowd brandished a knife. "Die, murderer!" he shouted.

As the person charged Milo, the tactician whipped a syringe from his clothing and jabbed it into the attacker's wrist. The other man fell to the ground, dead within seconds.

"The same **** will happen to the next ******* who tries any ******* stunts," hissed Milo. They began to back away.

 

Milo began to walk towards the resort where Daisaku was residing. For no reason, he whirled around and shot a resident in the face with his dress pistol. "No funny ****," he added as the crowd gasped in rage.

 

He walked up to the Black Sun guards.

"What happened to you, my Vigo?" spoke one.

"****** ** ********** *****," replied Milo Minderbinder. The guard raised an eyebrow and hastily apologized.

As Milo was walking into the building amidst guards, a six-year-old girl ran from the crowd, eyes wet.

"How dare you, you bad man!!" she screamed.

"Go to h*ll and die!" shouted back Milo. The girl burst into tears and ran back.

 

Milo walked into the hotel and smartly saluted to Smash Daisaku.

"Vigo the Fifth reporting, sire." He lowered his hand rapidly, and in the process knocked a small vial from his coat. The thing clattered to the floor and started hissing gas.

"G*D D****T!!" yelled Milo as he scrambled to the floor and clapped the lid back onto the vial.

 

The escort guards looked at each other.

[Ronet Farr]

*Ronet watched Milo bumble his way into the room to meet Smash. He had been worried when he had heard shots outside, but now he understood why. Milo looked none to happy, and even less happy when he knocked the vial to the floor. Walking up to them he greeted Milo briefly.*

 

"Hello Milo, looks like we meet again. I'm glad we'll have another capable leader here to safeguard Mr. Daisaku."

 

*He nodded briefly one more time then stepped away to give the couple some space, hoping Milo would give them a similar consideration. Turning to one of the guards with him he muttered to them.*

 

"Perhaps it's not an organized outside threat we should be worried about."

 

*The guards laughed but caught a look from Milo, immediatly shutting them up.*

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian slowly opened her eyes after many hours. She felt refreshed, and looked around for her guide. He was sitting a few feet from her and had gone and gotten her some food. She ate quickly and stood. "Lets get started again. I have an overwhelming feeling that I need to get there."

 

They continued walking for many hours. Finally the man stopped at the edge of a clearing overlooking a small and picturesque palace. He pointed to the palace and told her that the lady resided there. Tarrian thanked him and sent him back from where they had come. She watched him leave, making sure that they had not been followed, she reached out with the force trying to sense the lady in her vision.

 

Tarrian stood in the clearing for a short time, trying to see the best way to get into the palace undetected. Finally, she started forward. Making her way quickly to the palace, she slipped inside and past the guards by shielding her presense. Quitely, she made her way up the staircase to the room that she had sensed the woman. With her hand on the door, she made one last check to make sure that she was alone before opening it. She could sense the pain that the woman was in, coming in waves. She also sensed the child, her light was growing brighter. Tarrian knew that the child was coming and would be here very soon.

 

With her hand on the door, she started to open it.

[Krissi Kenobi]

Goldberry and Krissi's two droids were ready by the time her mistress arrived. Jedit and GB helped her up thew stairs and into a side room. Goldberry checked her master's status beforer looking at Jedit.

 

"Get a doctor... There's not much time" GB told him solenmy as Krissi cried out in pain. GB took her hand and spoke in a soothing voice. "Everything is going to be ok mistress..."

 

GB looked at Jedit who was standing there dumbfounded, not quite sure what to do. GB momentarily lost her temper. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! HELP HER! GET THE DOCTOR YOU FOOL!"

 

Jedit shook his head, clearing it, and then bolted out of the room. GB looked at one of the guards. "Make sure no one enters here but Jedit, that boy that just left and the doctor. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes ma'am" The guard replied. GB turned back to Krissi.

 

"It's all right mistress... Breath slowly, concentrate... Try to relax"

 

"Relax?" Krissi nearly shrieked. "For pete's sake GB! I'm having a baby! How in the force's name am I supposed to relax!"

[Jedit Ojanen]

Jedit ran in the room, practically dragging an elderly man in a white coat.

 

"She's going to have a child!!! Do something!!!

 

Jedit was hysterical. Someone was giving birth in the room and he was very nervious, obviosuly not understanding the miracle of childbirth.

 

"Krissi, here's the doctor. Dr. what was your name?

 

"Dr. Hill."

 

Jedit turned and locked the door to ensure privacy here. He jumped by his master's side and decided a view from the back would be best.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Just as Tarrian was about to open the door, a servant girl ran up to her.

 

Miss, please, the doctor is in there and the lady is giving birth. Please follow me. I'll take you to a room until the child has come.

 

Nodding to the servant, Tarrian turned and followed her down the hallway. The girl opened a door to a very pleasant room beautifully decorated. Turning to the girl, Tarrian grabbed her arm before she left her. "I want you to come here as soon as that child is born and bring me to the Lady. Do you understand me?" The servant girl hesitated for a moment and then slowly nodded her head. I will, I promise. Tarrian released the girls arm, "See that you do." With that the servant girl ran out of the room to continue with her duties.

 

Tarrian sat down in a chair by a small window. Resting her hand on her growing belly, she touched Kaylynn with the force. She rested and waited until the girl would return for her.

[Krissi Kenobi]

Krissi groaned softly and closed her eyes, trying to relax. It seemed that Jedit was taking forever. She heard the door open and Jedit brought the doctor in. GB looked at him nervously. Jedit took his place behind her and Krissi smiled. Thank you dear padawan, I feel much comfort by your presence here... Krissi sensed a distrubance nearby. A dark, cold presence much like that of- Krissi's eyes opened and she cried out in terror. No, it couldn't be...

 

"Mistress!" GB grabbed her hand and gently brushed a stray hair out of her master's face. The doctor looked grim and checked her condition. He looked up at GB.

 

"She's five centimeters... Something isn't right. Tell a servant to get a hot compress and try to calm this woman down. She's weak as it is and I can't afford any complications" Dr. Hill said gravely. GB did as instructed and gently stroked her master's hair.

 

"It's all right mistress, you're doing well... The child will come soon, and it will all be over... I bet the child will be beautiful...." GB whispered soothingly. Krissi whimpered softly and nodded. Dr. Hill carefully checked her status. He drew in an uneasy breath and pulled GB aside for a moment. He spoke so that only she could hear him.

 

"She's bleeding. If this child doesn't come soon, I'm afraid we'll lose her. She's been through something tramatic lately, and her body is weak. This could do her in if we're not careful. Keep her calm and her mind off labor"

 

"Yes sir" GB replied quietly. She looked at Jedit. He understood. GB went back to her lady's side and continued to coach. The doctor returned to the woman to monitor her condtion.

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

AND THEN... A large shadow loomed over Naboo. It was the shadow of the Imperial Sovereign Star Destroyer Murder One. Ten times larger than the standard Star Destroyer and flanked by a dozen standard models, this was Sith Master Ar-Pharazon's Fleet of Majestic Dominance, a fear inspiring sign of cruelty, pain, suffering, and oppressed freedom if there ever was one. At the bridge of Murder One stood Ar-Pharazon looming over the planet looking down at such a miniscule and insignificant world of innocent lives for the taking.

 

"Supreme Lord Ar-Pharazon, we are now in position over Naboo."

 

"Excellent Commander. Ready my shuttle."

 

Lord Ar-Pharazon walked through the interior corridors of his prized command vessel reeking of arrogance and a maligned greed for control. Naboo was his target and he was very anxious to set foot upon the planet. Naboo, a fairly ordinary planet, once the home to a great and mighty and cruel Sith wizard turned dictator, whose former glory was only a thing of the past compared to the triumphant vision and ideals of Ar-Pharazon. He had sensed a plethora of strange and familiar presences at Naboo and it was time for him to pay them a visit.

 

"Ah, my ship, the Kobal, my galactic shuttle, a smaller and more mobile sign of militant oppression. What great and terrible wrath will I incur on thee?"

 

Ar-Pharazon peeled away his glove for a moment recalling his mechanical hand, one of numerous mechanical enhancements, but a condition making him ever the less... human.

 

He stepped into his ship and prepared for his descent to the planet.

Edited November 12, 2002 by Guest

[Black Sun Operative[s]]

An operative turns to Captain Farr.

 

"Sir, we are detecting a large massing of ships above the planet. The large ship appears to be that of Sith Ar-Pharazon. Lord Daisaku and he are on good terms as well as is Mrs Daisaku. I do not see this as a threat but perhaps you should inform the Daisaku's that Ar-Pharazon's fleet is hovering above the planet."

[Ronet Farr]

"Thank you officer. I will indeed."

 

*Ronet nodded and the operative stepped back into place with the other, trailing the couple. He took a few quick steps and caught up with them, standing just a half step behind Smash and off to one side. The tour was coming to a close, and soon they would be shown to their place where the operatives had allready finished their sweep and had the rooms prepared. Ronet leaned in just slightly to allow him to whisper to Smash.*

 

"Mr. Daisaku, the fleet under Lord Ar-Pharazon has just entered orbit above Naboo. It is my understanding that you two are on good terms, so this should not be a problem. If you would like I could order a comm sent inviting him to join you and Mrs. Daisaku."

[Mellina]

It has been requested from several RPers who have a very intricate plot developing that there should be no interference of any kind from any uninvited source. Those invited are aware of the events, please no 3rd parties. Lord Ar-Pharazon is in charge of the plan so contact him with questions. -Mell

[Crimson Morpheus]

*Comm to Ar-Pharazon's command ship*

 

I wish to arrange a meeting with you, about a mutually beneficial endeavor. We shall meet in the ruins of the royal palace in Naboo.

 

*End comm*

 

Watch what I do, Carnage.

[Milo Minderbinder]

The Fifth Vigo shot Ronet Farr a look. Subordinates were not meant to be trifled with.

 

Milo smoothed out his khakis and barked out a name. "Ilyevic!"

"Sir!" replied one of the Black Sun guards, his face as staid as granite.

 

"Come here, Ilyevic.

You see, Mr. Farr, without loyalty, we are nothing. You don't laugh at an operative of Black Sun, for even that little bit is a CRACK in the facade we build for ourselves.

Mr. Ilyevic!"

 

"Yes, sire?" replied the man.

 

"Kill yourself," said Milo casually. Without hesitation, the elite guard drew his dress pistol, and before Ronet could shout an interruption, pointed the barrel to his temple and pulled the trigger.

 

Milo Minderbinder stepped over the body and bowed to Daisaku.

"Apologies for the waste, Prince. It was for the betterment of all involved.

Have you orders?"

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

As his ship descends to the planet, Ar-Pharazon hears the comlink from Crimson Morpheus. He directs his ship to land near the ruins of the once great Naboo palace. His ships lands near some rubble as he gets out and works his way into an inner chamber.

[Ronet Farr]

*Ronet raised an eyebrow from beneath his helmet. Angel jumped into Smash's arms at the sight, pressing herself up against him. She squeezed herself as closely as her ideal body configurations would allow.*

 

"Congratulations Mr. Minderbinder, you had one of the guards kill himself. I hope that will be the last unfortunate event that should taint this outing. Officer. Make sure this mess gets cleaned up. I respect loyalty Mr. Minderbinder. However senseless waste is not something I share in mutual esteem."

 

*He left the conversation at that and turned to the Daisaku's guide.*

 

"I believe you were about to show them to their place, were you not?"

 

*Their guide quickly nodded in agreement, still staring at the dead corpse before him. After clearing the room he finally got some of his steam back and showed them on with a jovial smile. Ronet returned to following the couple with the two guards he had brought with him.*

 

"Also, officer, see to it that no other wastes are made. At least he only chose one of the guards. I want the twelve of you to remain capable of handling any situations that might come up."

 

*The group passed through several stone arches and then suddenly the blue sky was clear above them. The stone path they were on was surrounded by grass and flowers, several patches grew up through the stone itself, but not in an unattractive way. Smash smiled over at his newe wife as she bounced along next to him. Birds chirped around them as they passed from the grassy knoll into an old growth forest. The trees streched well above their heads, letting light sift through them in intricate patterns. Soon they came to the suite that Smash and Angeline would use for their honeymoon. Two operatives that had brought the luggage down stood just outside the gate to the property. Of the four that had swept the building for bugs, two stood near the main doors into the building. One was patroling the rooftop, using electrobinoculars to scour the area for any heat or movement. The last was on the inside making slow rounds about the house. Nearby Ronet could see the security team's speeders ready for use near Smash and Angel's more luxurious speeder. Somewhere in the distance he was able to pick up the slight whine of two of the speeders patroling the area. The two operatives with him quickly fanned out to patrol the grounds. The last two were cleaning up the remains of Milo's demonstration and then would report back to the ship to safeguard it for now.*

[Crimson Morpheus]

*Ar-Pharazon and Crimson Morpheus converse and agree upon a plan of action. Crimson Morpheus and Carnage leave Naboo.*

[Krissi Kenobi]

The hours dragged on slowly and the pain became more and more unbearable. Krissi broke into a heavy sweat, trying to concentrate. Dr. Hill and Goldberry talked in a soothing voice and did their best to comfort the woman, but it was too late for pain killers and the words did little to lighten her physical pain. Krissi felt tired... She looked up at Jedit, her eyes distant. She could feel a disturbance far away. A dark presence...

 

"He is here" She croaked quietly. Jedit looked at her oddly.

 

"What?"

 

"He- is- HERE!" A surge of pain ripped through Krissi's body and she jerked forward. Goldberry grabbed her. Dr. Hill looked at her gravely.

 

"It's time. The child is coming. Krissi, I want you to do exactly what I tell you to" Dr. Hill went to the end of the bed and directed a servant girl to come over. She did as she was told. "Ok, now push... That's good. Count down from ten... You're doing fine. Breath deeply, in and out... Good. Now stop, rest. Krissi you're doing great"

 

Krissi cried softly. She took a deep breath. GB smiled.

 

"Now, again, push for ten seconds... Breath in- and out, in- and out... Keep pushing- and stop" Dr. Hill smiled at the woman. Krissi moaned and rested for several seconds. "Now, this time I'm going to tell you to keep pushing, I can see the baby. Now, push- as hard as you can"

 

Krissi closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She concentrated to the best of her abilites and gave out a loud cry. It was suddenly joined by the cry of a small, new born baby. GB smiled, tearing up. Jedit drew in a sharp breath, filled with both happiness and dread. Krissi broke into tears. The doctor smiled at her.

 

"Wonderful job Krissi... Congradulations- it's a girl... What's her name?"

 

Krissi smiled, tears streaming down her face. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice. "Evenstar... Eve for short"

 

"A lovely name for a lovely little girl" The doctor gave the child to the nurse, who cleaned up the baby. The doctor quickly took care of the afterbirth procedures. The woman handed the baby to her mother and smiled. Krissi held the little girl in her arms silently smiling.

 

"She's lovely miss..." Then the servant girl left, unlocking the door. She went to the woman who had arrived while the lady was in birth. Jedit smiled down at the little girl.

 

"Does that make me an uncle?" He asked timidly. Krissi laughed.

 

"Of course- Uncle Jedit...." Goldberry took the baby from her mistress, seeing that Krissi seemed terribly exhausted. Dr. Hill looked nervous. He called the android aside and whispered something. Goldberry signaled to Jedit. He went to her.

 

"There's a little bleeding. Doctor Hill said that Krissi is okay, but she's going to need rest for a few days. That means no hard work, no getting up, no stress- well, as little stress as possible" Jedit nodded. GB smiled at him. "You're a good boy. I know you'll take good care of her. I'm going to take Eve to a room prepared for her. She's premature so she needs special attention. Watch over Krissi in my absence"

 

"Yes ma'am" Jedit replied. He took his place at her side. Dr. Hill finished up with Krissi and smiled warmly at her. He had filled out the birth certificate, all but the father's name.

 

"Now, what is the name of the father?" He asked politely, concentrating on the document. Krissi was silent, suddenly looking pale. After a short silence she spoke.

 

"Ar-Pharazon" She said softly, her voice barely audible. Jedit's smile disappeared and he looked at her in shock. She avoided eye contact. Dr. Hill looked up, a confused smile on his face.

 

"What was the name again? I didsn't hear you-"

 

"You heard me correctly doctor- Ar-Pharazon. He is the father" Krissi said firmly, her voice trembling slightly. Jedit looked away, confused and angered. Krissi looked ready to cry. Dr. Hill suddenly became serious and quickly scribbled the name on the line, as if it were a curse to write such a name. He folded the document up and went to the woman's side. he handed it to her. There was an awkward silence.

 

"Here you go ma'am. I will be nearby should you need anything... I think you should rest... Good evening Miss Kenobi" With that Dr. Hill left abruptly. Jedit looked at Krissi, hurt. She sighed softly, looking at him sadly. She drew in an uneasy breath.

 

"I am truely sorry padawan that your master can not be as high in esteem as you hold her" She said softly. Jedit smiled at her weakly.

 

"But she is my master none the less and only human. I could not ask for anyone better.... Now rest master, all can be explained later" Jedit said quietly. Krissi smiled at him. "I will watch over you"

 

"Thank you padawan. I think there is more to you then meet's the eye" Krissi replied softly. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Then she fell into dream.

[Smash Daisaku]

Smash and Angel walked along the path behind the resort, hands held, and in love with each other. Smash just kept his hand holding his wife's as they stepped over a small stone bridge. Smash enjoyed every precious moment he spent with his bride. The moments before the wedding were far and few between and looking at his bride he decided to milk them for every moment he could.

 

As they leaned on the stone railing, Smash kissed Angel, who now gave into her husband's advances. He held her hands as he kissed her sweetly and ever so gently.

 

Suddenly he was interupted by his comm.

 

"Dammit, of all the times for this thing to go off."

 

Smash presses a few buttons.

 

"Angel, Ar-Pharazon is on his way. He must want to wish us good on our wedding."

[Lord Ar-Pharazon]

Sith Master Ar-Pharazon finishes his brief business with Crimson Morpheus and retreats to his ship, settled in the palace ruins. He enters his ship and receives a comm from Black Sun agents on Naboo with the information of their presence of the Corporate head Smash Daisaku and his newly wed, Angeline, the organic piece that Ar-Pharazon had engineered in a laboratory so long ago. It was at the moment that Ar-Pharazon stood in front of his ship that he suddenly felt a force presence of strange familiarity. Thoughts ran through his head."

 

"It was a female.... Could it be? It felt like Luthien and himself combined. But Luthien has a sister and she was on Naboo. it must be a strange force disturbace on the planet. After all, one of Palpatine's greatest Sith apprentices was killed on this system. Perhaps Darth Maul's death skewed things a bit. As for myself? A presence of myself? That is interesting indeed. Well, Crimson Morpheus has interacted with sister on more then one occasion. It must be him. I am sure of it. Nothing else cannot be."

 

None the less, the presences were strange and forboding. Ar-Pharazon looked at his ship. He looked at his gauntlet with the various tiny panels. His right arm, being mechanical as it was served the function of a miniture communications establishment. He stared at a small screen with scrolling green lettering and numbers.

 

"Ah ha. Daisaku isn't very far off. Perhaps I have the opportunity to use a more creative method of travel."

 

Ar-Pharazon looked up into the sky and took notice of the clear, blue skies and felt the cool breeze blow upon him. It really was a great day outside and ever someone like Lord Ar-Pharazon could appreciate that. He opened up the side hatch to his ship, an ominous black, steel sphere and climbed in. In the back compartment he grabbed his survival gear and put his black metal vest on. He screwed some metal enhancements on his hands and then atached his plated boots, pauldrons, and greaves. The backside of the steel vest was a large protuding device that gave fitted most unusually. He grabbed his helm from the undercompartment and slipped it over his head. It was black and red with two large silver horns thrusting upward and curving around to the front. The armor covered Ar-Pharazon's body completely and shone silver, black and red. His horns and body suit made the great Sith Lord Morbidity reek with pure evil and unrestrained malice.

 

Grand Arch-Cannon Ar-Pharazon stood taller and more powerful in his suit, a Sithly and terrible testament to his power. He stepped out of his ship and left it hidden in the palace ruins. He spied a tree several dozen feet away that lofted high into the heavens. Lord Ar-Pharazon extended out an arm and fired a quick cable to the tree's upper sections which clamped and pulled him up onto the treetop within seconds. Ar-Pharazon stood atop the tree several hundred feet into the air looking into the distance. He pressed several buttons on his gauntlet interface which pointed him the direction he was to go. Facing the diretion of the distant Daisaku resort, Ar-Pharazon looked down to the ground below him. Suddenly from the large back section from his suit extended two massive, red titanium wings. From afar it looked like a red and black dragon perhcing from it's wooden throne preparing to swoop down upon prey at a rapid decline but no! It wasn't a dragon, nor a bird, nor a plane. It was a Sith Lord who cared for nothing but himself and his greedy lust for power and maligned self-worth. It was Ar-Pharazon, fiend of the heavens and baron of the hells.

 

He looked down and dove towards the ground. As he began his descent he fired on his back jets which threw him towards the ground rapidly. As a wicked knife through creamy butter, Ar-Pharazon tore through the air with great ease. As he neared the ground within seconds he formed himself with hands at his side and directioned himself facing forward. He began to angle outward not downward, gaining speed and gaining a level flight, Lord Ar-Pharazon soared only a small number of feet off of the ground. He gained altitiude after a moment and began rising higher and higher into the air. He was soon one with the skies only a much, much more dark and evil. As he ripped though the skies he used his wrist communicators to comm the Daisaku resort on Naboo. The message was for Lord Daisaku's security squad.

 

"Alert your men to prepare for my arrival. I will be coming at the programmed time and you will see my descent from the west. Be ready."

[Tarrian Skywalker]

After many hours, the servant girl returned to Tarrian's room to inform her the the lady had delivered a daughter. Standing up from the chair, Tarrian went to the girl.

 

"I will go to see her now, you have done well. Go about your business."

 

With that the servant girl turned and left. Tarrian stood in the room for a few more moments, resting her hand on her own child. In the recent days since her return from Crimson Morpheous, She had started to show a great deal. Kaylynn would be with her and Bishop soon, also.

 

Leaving her room, she made her way down the corridor in time to see a female with a small bundly leaving the room along with the doctor and and young male. The young male looked vaguely familiar, but she could not place him. Reaching out with the force, she made sure that the lady was alone. Going to the door, she opened it slowly and went in. Shuting the door behind her, she turned towards the bed where the lady was resting.

 

When Tarrian saw the woman, surprise ran through her. She stood there in disbelief. Tarrian took a few steps forward, and spoke.

 

"Krissi, how is this possible?"

 

Krissi who had been resting, and seemed very weak, slowly opened her eyes to see Tarrian.