Carida

[Cineon Yahn]

"Raiden works for me. I'm the Emperor."

 

Barabbas held out his hand and began to choke Skor. He used the Force to scan through him. "Yes, I see. The Force is with you. You will be the sole survivor of the incident. From now on you are a member of the Galactic Empire; you work for me now. Any questions?"

 

If Skor did have anything to say, he couldn't have said it, as he had no air to create words. Due to the lack of oxygen, Skor passed out...

[Darth Revenga]

'Uhhh.... God damn...

 

Skor finally came to. He rubbed his eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light beside him.

 

"Where.... Am I?"

 

He found his shirt and cloak beside him, so he put them on and stood up. He looked around the room, which was what looked to be just an ordinary small crew room.

 

Skor turned and walked towards the door, which automatically opened at entry. He looked left and right down the hallways, and had no idea where he was, or where he should go. He thought it would be a good idea to take a look around, so he started down the right corridor.

[Darth Vauler]

Sadism II exits hyperspace and the firespray lands down on Cardia. He exits the ship and easily walks in, his Royal Guard uniform went unquestioned as he made his way into the grand chamber. He walked toward the pulsating center of the darkside located within the room and knelt down.

 

"You have called me out of exile, Lord Barabbas?"

[Cineon Yahn]

Barabbas smiled as he felt the presence of Vauler coming to the planet. Surely his powers were growing that he was able to reach Vauler through the Force. He had been sitting in his chair, waiting for Skor to find his way to the thrown room. He stood up when Vauler spoke, "Ah, welcome to Cardia Lord Vauler... I have been expecting you."

 

Barabbas walked down the stairs that connected the throne's platform to the rest of the floor. "The Empire has been left in ruin in the wake of the battle of Coruscant. I need people in the Empire that can be trusted and loyal. I trust that you know enough to align yourself with power. I have very little men to operate the Empire. I have one grunt, a lazy apprentice, one new aquisition. My fleet is barely running. In fact, there is no fleet, only a single ship has been completed, and it has reported Rebel activity outside of my ship yard. A single squadron in which the Nazareth has taken care of. I ask you for you assitance in rebuilding the Empire and assisiting my own rise to power within the Sith. If you do, you will be amply rewarded for your service.

[Darth Vauler]

"I haven't a choice... my brother, Impious, destroyed what relations I had within the Sith brotherhood." Vauler thought to himself. He stood up, without being asked or told to.

 

"You have my aliegance Emperor."

[Guest]

Raiden returned to Cardia, having had a sudden relisation of how futile it was to go on an intergalactic pick up mission. Instead he set up an advertising campaign on holonet and had regular Imperial flights to all of the planets of the galaxy. Raiden's ship landed on the surface, a steady stream of recruits pouring to the Imperial academy constantly behind him. Raiden scratched his stubled chin as he returned to Cineon's throne room...

[Cineon Yahn]

Barabbas smiled when Vauler stood without permission. "Excellent. You are bold and daring, a trait that will serve you well in battle Lord Vauler. I want you to practice and hone your powers with the Force. You are out of practice and I want you to have full command of your powers when you would need them."

 

The Imperial-II Star Destroyer Nazareth exited hyerspace and came close to the atmosphere behind two Golan defense platforms. There was a hologram of an Imperial officer on the hologram projector in the throne room telling Barabbas of this development. "Several of the Rebels had escaped. To our surprise they pulled out of hyperspace right in front of us and they did not detect us whatsoever. A slight tractor beam malfunction enabled several of them to get away, we were able to pull one of them in to our hangar bay, but he refuses to tell us anything. I am happy to report to you that all systems are operational."

 

"Good work Captain. Keep me posted on current developments." The hologram disappeared and he sensed Raiden entering, "Ah, Raiden, just the man I've been waiting for. I want you to go to a military supplier. Not the gunshop, I hear they had been robbed recently, the Last Call. I want you to get several of each of these.E-11 blaster rifles with auxiliary flame throwers, numerous types of explosives and flame resistent armor. I am putting you in charge of Inferno Division, Sargeant Raiden."

[Guest]

*Raiden bowed, accepting his new role in the army. He was to be a Sargeant General now, which meant fancy new kickass armor. Raiden returned to his quarters to redress for battle, while troops were rounded up and put in drop ships...*

[Cineon Yahn]

Barabbas recieved a report from another grunt. The Rebel fleet was outside of Kuat and had several craft sweeping the ship yards. He also recieved a report that the EMP he had ordered was now complete.

 

"I think I have let this situation go on long enough. This Onderin Starlisk must be dealt with. He is costing me valuable time, and he alone will be responsible for the swift destruction of the Rebels, save Kirana Sunrider and any others on Coruscant or the Rebel base. Lord Vauler," he shouted so that he could get his attention, "prepare the Sadism II for battle and dock it on the Nazareth. You will then assist Sargeant Raiden for a boarding operation. Then, you and I will kill the Jedi leader of the Rebels while aboard the flagship. I will go first, alone, and use the EMP on my ship to wipe out the power to all three ships of their invasion fleet. You and Raiden will follow behind aboard the star destroyer and launch the invasion. I will be waiting for you."

 

Barabbas went swiftly to the hangar and found his ship. "Sith it is time for us to be going again." The ship woke and opened the cockpit so that Barabbas could get inside. He opened his lightsaber and broke all the circuits so his lightsaber would still operate after the blast. The ship soon left the planet.

[Darth Vauler]

Vauler nodded and left the throne room, he got aboard his firespray and docked it on the star destroyer as instructed and waited for Raiden to take the Nazereth out of dock. While he waited, he began construction on his new weapon.

[Guest]

*Raiden, along with his forces, boarded the Narereth. The imperial storm troopers prepared for battle, a long awaited day. The Nazareth pulled out of Cardia airspace, heading into hyperspace toward the planet of Kuat...*

[Maelstrom]

OOC: Moved into new apartment, no internet until the 20th, sorry about the holdup. Will only be able to post sporadically until then, then should be good to go. Please don't cut anymore of my appendages off.

 

IC: Morsus tested his next mechanical arm, thanks to the emporer's anger. Although painful, the injury was not the end of the world, and he was already planning on how he could modify it with weaponry. For now it was just a basic replacement, modified with a blade that retracted into the forearm. He would probaly later add a blaster and modify the wrist to make it completely rotatable to allow more maneuvering while wielding a sword.

 

For now, he was content with training with his Sith-sword until his Master returned.

[Cineon Yahn]

Shadow Lightning exited hyperspace and went down to the base on Cardia. Barabbas got out of his old ship and limped to the medical facility, having been injured by Talon Flick.

 

*sometime later*

 

Barabbas stepped out of the med lab, with a new mechanical arm and a new mechanical leg. His new wrist could spin, which could make a very dangerous spinning lightsaber. The new arm itself contained a flame thrower. His leg contained several gases that could be released into the air, some poisonous, others used to knock people out.

 

He walked up to the detention block area. He looked at the sentry there, "Go retrieve Skor." He then turned his attention to one of the guards, "I want Zane put into carbon freeze. I do not want him to escape while I am still gone."

 

Zane was taken from his cell, and was immediately placed into Carbon Freeze. After assuring that he was in living condition and had survived the freezing process, he was placed in a high security cell. Barabbas shook his head, "He's going to have a serious case of frostbite when he defrosts."

[Darth Revenga]

Skor was walking along the base's corridor for what seemed to be days.

 

'Nothing but metal.' he thought.

 

It all looked frighteningly similiar, but Skor didn't let it affec this composure. Shortly after a man in a black-grey suit came up to Skor. He was about the same height, but had a somewhat higher voice than Skor.

 

'Come with me, Lord Cineon summons you'.

 

Skor nodded, and followed the guard down the hall to his left.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp exited hyperspace. through his sensors. HE could tell where the ship went. And throught the Force he knew were the ship was. He wasn't sure if he could landed with out being shot down. So he blew a fuse easily repairable and created a smoke trail coming from his ship. HE then shut down all systems.

 

"Hold on to something we are going down hot."

 

Scorp suddenly fell through the atomsphere. And looked as if his ship was badly damged and burning up in the atompshpere. The heat inside the cockpit was building as he released some junk to make it seem as if his ship was breaking up in free fall. Then he quickly angled his ship a few hundread meters from the ground to keep from destroying the ship as well as save him and his passenger's life.

 

As the SHip plowed into the ground Scorp's Teeth rattled inside of his HEad. And his Seat harness jerked him back as he flew foward. As soon as the 'crash' stopped. HE unbuckled the harness and looked over his ship. It was still in flying order however it looked like scrap. HE took two dummies from his cargo bay and set them on fire and threw them out of the forward view screen shattering the thin clear screen. Too anybody passing by it would look like two dead bodies. burning and unrecognizable. Anyone who came close wouldn't be able to tell that theses dummies were not really bodies. They were indeed very detailed. With that he quickly grabbed a long pancho that was baddly damged. And gave one to his passenger before leaving his ship with some rations. Then locking down the ship. No one should be able to fly away with his ship nor be able to tow the mess he made. With his ship secure and him twenty yards away with his passenger.

 

"I don't know the situation on this planent so we must be careful." We should stick to the shadows. Come on we have a hike ahead of us."

 

With that He started off a fleeting figure in the vast landscape. His passenger followed suit.

[Zane Arclyte]

The Emperor's thugs had no small amount of fun dragging the battered Zane into the Carbonite Freezing chamber, and when he was frozen, he made sure his last words were, "See you soon, boys. Next time you see me, our places will be switched." He grinned as he was frozen, and let his mind be overwhelmed in sleep.

 

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There he was, at his knighting ceremony, getting his padawan braid ritualistically cut and taking an oath to uphold the Jedi Code. He felt so immensely proud and happy, and he looked over and saw his wife, Tia, also there, also as proud of him as he could ever be. They embraced, both awash in love for one another. The voices were gone, only the lips moved; the colors were washed out, sketchy, but people were obviously recognizable.

 

Everything in the scene seemed happy, but he could not help but feel antagonistic. He was the most content he had ever been, but something eluded him.

 

The scene replayed in his mind, many many times, as if he was watching a recording for some specifc detail. He could see that this accomplishment would be far from his last. His master told him he would be very integral part of the Jedi Order one day, and he felt the usual routes would not be for him. "Become a master, train padawans, kill Sith," etc. etc. etc. There was something out there for him, something else. He would have to go on a journey soon, he felt, a "spiritual quest". It wasn't a quest just to gain more wisdom, more knowledge. This was a drive to transform into someone else.

 

He coudn't see far enough ahead to see what he was to become, but he would transform. This was what he was sure of.

 

The harder he dreamed, the harder his thoughts tried to discern the future, the fuzzier things became; the near future of becoming a knight, that kept pulsing through his brain, it took over his dreams.

 

He would be dreaming for quite some time now. He enjoyed his dreams. But he didn't forget his premonition.

 

He would never forget what his dreams told him, the dreams borne in ice.

[Kayla Mhin]

As the ship rapidly descended into the atmosphere, 'the passenger' did as Scorp advised and grabbed ahold of some pipes above her head, promptly releasing them and shifting her grip when she found them to be somewhat...warm.

 

The ship shook as it rapidly desenced into the planet's atmosphere and Kayla found herself glad to be hanging on to something. If she hadn't been, she would probably end up sprawled across the floor like an idiot.

 

The ship came in quickly and abruptly, landing less than gently and throwing Kayla forward. She caught herself before slamming to the floor and braced herself as the ship slid along the ground, shaking it's passengers.

 

While Scorp busied himself doing whatever he was doing, Kayla stood and brushed herself off. She'd ended up on the floor anyway...

 

Scorp handed her a pancho and she pulled it on before following him out of the ship and taking a quick look at the planet.

 

"I don't know the situation on this planent so we must be careful. We should stick to the shadows. Come on we have a hike ahead of us."

 

Kayla nodded and fell into step with Scorp, also becoming one with the shadows, so to speak.

[Cineon Yahn]

As Skor was being escorted, Barabbas felt a disturbance in the Force. "Someone trespasses on my soil. They must be here to save there friend, Zane. Well, they can have him, if they so desire," he turned to a ground troop commander, "Send two squads to flush out the Jedi."

 

"Yes sir."

 

Skor was brought before the Emperor. Barabbas decided it was now time to create his new monstrosity. He ordered the immediate freeing of Zane. Within a few seconds he was free from his carbon frozen prison. He fell to the ground, weak and blind. There was a snap-hiss in the air. Barabbas lifted his lightsaber and cut off all 4 limbs of Zane. He wanted Skor to see all of this. Having side-effects still from being frozen, Zane was now dipped into a bed of ash and fire, delivering serious burns all over his body. Skor was forced to listen to the screams of Zane as it flooded the grand hall of the base. Surely, this torture and punishment could be felt by the arriving Jedi, and it would pain their hearts greatly. Zane was suspended so that his front faced the fire, while his back was lashed 50 times.

 

He looked over to Skor, "Do you wish to have a command of the Force and do digusting deeds such as this?"

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp saw the two squads approching. THey passed himwith out a second glance when he adverted his path to look as if he was not headed for the base. As well as a simple mind trick. With a stronger mind trick he and his passenger walked right past the guards guarding the gateway. They didn't even know he had passed. Scorp could feel Zane's pain but it was not evident on his face. NOR in his body movements. HE easily made his way to the grand hall with his passanger. By influencing t he minds of many and by following Zane's pain. HE entered the room in no way hiding himself from those currently there.

 

he decided since they knew he was here there was no point in trying to suprise anyone.

 

"What have you done? Monster!" HE called out in a booming voice

[Zane Arclyte]

Zane did scream. He screamed until his lungs burned. He screamed until there was nothing to scream about, because the nerves in his body were shutting down.

 

Then he laughed, after his lashes were done.

 

He laughed weirdly, coughing, then laughing again. "Hah...hah hah hah hah..."

 

His voice was gravely, full of disrespect for the two behind him. "Yeah, learn the ways of the dark side. *Koff koff* Go interesting places, meet interestin' people...kill them...*koff koff* Enjoy becoming *koff koff* a damned tool.

 

"The harder you hit me...the stronger my resolve will become...until every time you strike me, you will only be hurting yourself...*koff koff*

 

"Go ahead...Hit me harder...If you've got enough power to do that, Emperor...if you think you've got the guts..."

 

Zane rolled his eyes into the back of his head, and emptied his mind, his body of Force energy. He felt everything go numb, and finally felt peace after the purgatory, the hell that Cineon put him through for fun.

Edited June 21, 2005 by Guest

[Darth Revenga]

Skor smelt burning flesh, something he was becoming oddly used to.

 

He looked down at the dismembered Jedi, and kept quiet. He raised his head and looked at the Emporer. He was somewhat surprised, in the last day he had seen more ruthlessness and malice than he thought existed.

 

He liked it.

 

"Command it? Yes. Anything for more power. To cripple those who oppose me, and to acheive any goal.... Yes.... I want this power."

 

Skor lifted his right hand and pulled hair on the right side of his face away, revealing a devilish grin.

[Cineon Yahn]

"Insolent fool of a Jedi!" He said talking to the bold Zane, who did not know when to shut up. Now he wouldn't have a choice. Barabbas reached out at Zane's neck and ripped his vocal chords cleanly from his neck, damaging nothing else around it. Zane was becoming dillusional now, also. He thought he was dying; becoming one with the Force. "Is that hard enough for you?" Barabbas looked at Scorp, "Ah, a Jedi Knight. You come to give me a challenge... and a new padawan for me to toy with. Thank you for coming to retrieve this padawan, it saves me the trouble of findind a Jedi to return him to. Please, have a seat master Jedi."

 

Barabbas used the Force to pull out a chair, it was white underneath, but it was charred with fire, the seat itself carved from white oak wood, with flowers and roses all over. "Anything you want to drink? While your friend is patched up?"

 

He sat down in a throne-like seat, made of black marble with red rubies dotting the entire seat, although appearing to be randomly set, the rubies represented every star in the galaxy and their place from the others. "Just so you know, I have a host of troops at my beckon call, so don't try anything. How is the Jedi resolve these days?"

 

Zane was carefully lifted up from the fire pit and taken into an intensive care unit to be given artificial limbs and treated for his other injuries. "Good thing his pain was strong enough for someone to feel it. I can't imagine third degree burns feel too good without any skin."

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp decided to take a seat. HE was running many things through his head. HE noted not many exits which also meant not many places for troops to suddenly pour in from. HE had no doubt there were hidden exit's but he doubt stormtroopers would use those.

 

HE decided to stall while accessing the room. So he decided to sit. While this person before him was surrounded by the dark side perhaps he could bring this person to the light or at least convice of his wrong doings.

 

"Jedi resolve is fine thank you." Scorp could no longer feel Zane in the force. This was not suprising after what he had just seen but he was still troubled by it. He wanted nothing better then to leapt into the air and strike down the man surrounded by the dark side. Yet he kept himself still. Instead he decided to stand up and offer his passenger a seat after all he had been in the process of giving her a ride.

 

Standing up he then gestured for her to take a seat.

 

"I don't get you. What fun is there to bring bodly harm to another? I wonder if you give yourself nightmares? DO you give yourself nightmares?"

[Maelstrom]

OOC: Back...

 

IC: Darth Morsus returned from his training. He was fully accustomed to his mechanical arm, and the fully rotatable wrist actually made him a far better swordsman. He greatly anticipated earning his lightsaber, but would follow his Master's prudent lead.

 

Darth Morsus took his place at his Master's side, ready to do his bidding.

[Cineon Yahn]

A waiter type person brought in an expensive, nearly pure grade of alcoholic drink. "Breath of Heaven, is what this drink is called. Would you like a glass?" Barabbas held it aloft with the Force and sent it over to to Scorp to drink. "There's no sedatives, the drink has been unaltered." Another drink was brought in, for Barabbas himself.

 

He thought about what Scorp had said and chuckled. "No, I give others nightmares. My finest peace of work was the Emperor before Lord Havoc. Kerry, I believe he was. I drove him mad." He took a sip of his drink. "I subjected him to torture so Jedi could find him. How exactly did you discover Cardia?"

[Zane Arclyte]

An open beach on a brilliant sunny day, cloudless azure sky overhead. White sands beneath his feet on a planet otherwise covered in water. Dense xenofoliage tangled in a green wall far behind him as he stood, overlooking the vast ocean before him. Could an ocean this large be called an ocean, really? Was there a grander word for it? Zane didn't know.

 

He didn't know where he was either. Such a place, if it did exist, was too sharp, too clean cut to be real.

 

"Where am I?" he thought out loud, noticing his voice possessed an odd echo-y quality.

 

"'M not that hard to forget am I sweetie?" Zane turned to see his wife standing several feet behind him in a white sundress, smiling impishly. He grinned at her. "I'll take that as a no." He sauntered up to him, and embraced him. She felt cold to the touch, even the cloth of her dress was cold, as if it had been in a freezer. "I'm really glad you picked me for this."

 

"For...what?"

 

"You'll know when you see it." She led him around, holding onto his arm and gently tugging him to face the watery expanse once again. "What is all this? This is the Force, the limitless potential of all the life in the Galaxy. Everything you've trained to tap into, everything that the Jedi wish to serve the will of and everything the Sith squander in order to possess more power. It's all right here before you."

 

"So what's this beach doing in front of the Force?"

 

Tia gave him a look. "It's just a dream sequence, sweetie, try and keep up."

 

"Ah, right, symbolism. I knew that. So I'm in my Mindscape right now then?"

 

"S'right. Pretty isn't it?"

 

"Yeah, it's really great. I wouldn't mind sticking around awhile, 'specially since you're around."

 

"Yeah me neither." Tia rested her head against Zane's arm as he looked out over the ocean of the Force. She looked up at his eyes after several quiet, distant, solid, seeing something she did not. "Whatcha thinking, as if I didn't know?"

 

"I want to swim."

 

"...What?" She didn't seem to know what he meant.

 

Zane shook his head, then looked down to Tia, smiling. "If that's the Force, I know what it feels like, when I use it. I want to see what it feels like to swim in it."

 

"You do know, Zane, that your Mindscape is just this beach?"

 

"Uhm.."

 

"I'll make it simple. That ocean is, to your mind, the Force. Your actual mind is this." She tapped her foot against the sand, kicking up a few grains with the lip of her sandal. "See the lapping waves, the line they make of wet sand? That's how much Force power you have tapped into, that's how much Force power your mind can handle at this moment. The rest of that is your mind's perception of the rest of the Force within the galaxy."

 

"So what harm could it do if I jumped in? Will I die?"

 

"No, but this beach of yours will become completely submerged in the water. You won't be able to turn back if you try and swim in the vast expanse of the Force."

 

"Come on, real world terms here."

 

"You might..." She was quiet for another moment, her eyes pleading. "Don't, Zane. Please, for me. You know how it'd kill me, if you died because you tried something you couldn't handle." She hugged his arm tighter. "Please."

 

Zane was quiet for a much longer time. Why am I telling myself to hold back? Isn't the Force supposed to be what I'm striving for? What's holding me back from swimming?

 

"What will happen if I swim?"

 

"You don't know." Zane and Tia turned again to the right, and saw his master, Dhan-Jaroe Kenobi, two dozen feet away, facing them. He had the same dour expression as ever. "You don't know what happens, because no one ever taught you. No one could, not in the Jedi order at any rate."

 

"Are you saying the line of thinking I'm taking now will make me a Sith?"

 

"No, I'm saying you have to find out for yourself whether it will make you a Sith or not. Come on, haven't you been paying attention at all?"

 

"'Suppose not..." He looked out over the ocean again. "Is it...bad that I want to learn to swim?"

 

"You know what happens to those who try and drown. But then again, you know-"

 

Zane finished. "-That those who trained me did not try. I know.

 

"I'm beginning to understand what you wanted to teach me all along. Do, or do not, there is no try. If I try, I will fail. If I do, or do not, I will succeed. Master, you once said to me, that the surest way of winning was to not play. But do you truly win if you do nothing?

 

"Here I am, possibly on the edge of the biggest discovery of my Jedi career, of anyones, and I shouldn't swim?"

 

Zane went silent a moment. "No.

 

"I will swim." He looked out to the vast ocean of the Force before him. "I will swim, just the same way as I have done everything else. I will swim just as I saved myself from the brink of death on Ilum. As surely as I will become a Jedi Master one day, I will swim in the Force, and never drown."

 

"What if you come back and aren't yourself anymore?" Tia's eyes were watered down. "What if I never see you again?"

 

"I promise. You will. And I never break my promises to you, you trust me?"

 

"You have to trust yourself. Then others will trust you."

 

"Then I will swim." Zane kissed his wife one last time, who, when he pulled away, looked happier, less concerned if a tad tearful. "You will never lose me."

 

"I know." Zane grinned at her, and went up to the water's edge. He felt the frigidity of the water, yet felt somehow soothed by it. He did not hesitate, he did not let doubt or fear or hatred or anything enter his mind, only the Force. He dove in.

 

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Even though the Imperial medical staff worked feverishly to resusitate Zane, the long drone of a flatline signal filled the cybernetic prosthesis bay. He was dead. They would later determine the cause was serious incompatabilities between his natural body chemistry and the myriad prosthetic parts he needed, something very confusing to the medical droids.

 

OOC: See you Thursday night boyos!

 

Edit for stray tag...stupid interface...

[Cineon Yahn]

OOC: ZANE! You are my prisoner, the only way your life is going to die is if I kill you. Do you not understand the rules of being a prisoner? No soup for you!

 

IC: Zane was trying to use the Force to shake his mortal coil, but due to the Empire's resources, ysalamiri were brought in for the rest of the operation, cutting him off from the Force and ejecting him from "the ocean". The operation was completed. His body was in ruin, but the new suit that he was put in would keep him alive. It also had a fail-safe device that would keep him from bringing himself to death. It had highly sensitive vision controls to provide enhanced and clear vision. He was supplied with a voice simulator so that he could speak with the absence of vocal cords. The helmet of the suit was placed on and created the oxygen seal. He took in his first breath, creating a raspy breath, close to that of Darth Vader's suit. The helmet was not like Vader's, it was more of a generic mask as not to send fright into anyone. He was locked up and a nutrient frame, complete with ysalamiri, was attached to his cart. He was brought into the room with Barabbas and Scorp, escorted by Royal Guard.

 

Now that Zane was in the main room, Scorp, as well as Barabbas, now felt the absence of the Force. With two Royal Guard and a host of storm troopers guarding the exits, Scorp was in a real bad position. His attention was drawn by the Darth Vader like breathing from Zane, but that was not the most surprising thing about Zane's new attire. Besides the mask, the suit was different in one other way...

 

The color of it was pink. Pink. Zane was clad in pink armor. Barabbas laughed, personally finding it very humorous and amusing to him personally. He collected himself and focused on Scorp. "Now, you have no power in the Force, and you are a sitting duck. I am offering to return Zane to you and allow you and your life partner to leave, but I want something to barter with."

[Zane Arclyte]

OOC: Oh I understand, doesn't mean I have to suck up everything you do to me kiddo. Besides I'm rather having fun. That is the point of RP isn't it? To have fun?

 

Anyway, now for something completely different.

 

IC: Zane's eyes blinked open. Before him was a very odd, very enhanced field of vision. He felt pinned down once again, but at least the suit had a voice box.

 

"*ppsssh fffft* Hey this is kinda cool...

 

"Oh Emperor Yahn, how did you KNOW every Jedi's favorite color is pink?! I love it! *psshhh ffftt* Oooohh~ I feel pretty."

 

Then, with what little sanity he had left, he did something that no one in a Darth Vader suit should ever do.

 

Sing.

 

"Sometimes it's hard to be a woman

Giving all your *phsss fffft* love to just one man

You'll have bad times, he'll have good times

Doin' things that you *phsss ffftt* don't understand

 

But if you love him, *phss fffft* you'll forgive him

Even though he's hard to understand

And *pffft hsss* if you love him, oh be proud of him

'Cause after all he's just a man.

 

Stand by your man, *psssh hfft* give him two arms to cling to

And something warm to come to

When nights are *psshh ffftt* cold and lonely.

Stand by your man, and show the world you love him

Keep *hufff pss* giving all the love you can.

Stand by your man.

 

Stand by your man, *psssh ffff* and show the world you love him

Keep giving all the love you can.

Stand by your man.*psssh fff*"

[Darth Revenga]

Skor leaned against a wall in Barrabas' room. The heat was torture, he much preferred the cold so he made sure he was in the shadows.

 

Skor thought 'A jedi singing in a pink suit? Lots of people getting ruthlessly killed? An offer of more power? Now I've seen everything...Damnit...Where is R8..'i

 

Skor looked around, knowing well R8 wouldn't be there, but he assumed it to be a possibility. He had put far too much work into that infernal machine to lose it now, besides....It would prove to become quite useful later on.

 

He relaxed himself against the walls and crossed his arms. He was interested to see the direction this was going.

[Cineon Yahn]

Barabbas signaled to a technician, and with a touch of a button, the voice systems in the suit shut down. "Get me an aspirin," he said half joking. He brought his attention to Scorp now, "I have used this padawan Zane to bring a Jedi Knight to me. I'm hoping to get the current Dark Lord of the Sith out the picture... permanetly. When my Master, Darth Havoc, was killed, I usurped the mantle of Dark Lord and awarded the Empire to Govenor Geki. Although a fault in my plan occurred, Kakuto Ryu showed up. If I did not hand over the throne to Kakuto, he would have surely killed me. I'm hoping to sell him out. I am giving you a gift of an enhanced being. It was necessary for two reasons to give him his grievous wonds. One, and most imporantly, so the Dark Lord thinks I'm still loyal. Secondly, for a Jedi to sense his pain and come to the rescue. Put simply, I want revenge for losing what was taken from me. Would you be willing to make a deal?"