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Faint blaster fire sounded in the back of Delta's skull. It could be an enemy, but more likely it was another hallucination...so Delta chalked it off to another trick that his mind was playing on him. A voice sounded from behind Arlan and himself, a man's voice, strange and disembodied, yet it sounded far more real and....there was something else that came to mind when he heard the voice...something strange almost familiar. But at the same time not. He spun around when Arlan's master responded to the voices. This was no hallucination.

 

Delta dropped into a firing position and aimed at the distant darkened figures. There seemed to be 3 of them, with their obvious leader at the front of the formation. Delta aimed the E-11 at their leader, and motioned for Arlan to take cover. If this got into a fight...well...he looked like he had the best chance of running away and surviving whatever journey would lie ahead for him.

 

Delta took the initiative and answered the query, "My name is Delta Seventy-three. I work for Black Sun sent personally by Smash to work with the honorable Jedi upon this mission, and I mean you no harm sir...however I would advise you to stow your weapons until after we figure out where we are....then by all means let us fight!"

 

Delta however did not lower his own blaster, and he would fire on Vesper if he should make an aggressive move...

 

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If he had to wager he was somewhere mid ship close to the navigation panel that was his goal in the bridge when he felt it. The slight and sudden shift as his forces stretched out ahead of him shifted to real space before he did.

 

Ilum electronic voice embedded in his ear came long before the images. Yet the Jedi Master had already braced himself. Moreso he was pleased his padawan had detected the shift from hyperspace to real space. So pleased he had tuned out the excessive noise of dying screams. he had long deduced this ship was seeking to erode upon his sanity. The screams of the dead and dying over microphones however, was not the way to unnerve him.

 

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Feeling a warm glow of satisfaction emanating from his Lightsaber he sighed. There really was little point in finishing his trek now that they had arrived. Crossing over to a view port he gazed down upon the world that rapidly filled his view.

 

Folding his hands inside of his robe, through the streaks of red and blue and whatever else covered the glass he felt the world. It was alive in a different sort of way. A way that seemed unnatural yet natural at the same time. It was perhaps like coming across a swamp after skipping through fields moments earlier. The utter shift and change in focus and feeling was an almost reeling experience, had the Jedi not already been accustomed to the strangeness of the ship.

 

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As the ship plummeted toward what looked like its final end Scorp could feel nothing but a sense of waiting followed by a need for action. Most beings and ever the greatest of Jedi normally braced for impact, especially when they saw it coming. Yet he was unlike most beings. A fact that on some level was worth exploring by him and on another level completely irrelevant. There was no harm that came to him as the ship made its 'landing' He simply moved with the flow of energy, redirecting it when it would have been to much for his body to handle and he would have received injury. His hands covered in blood not belonging to him, he made a point of cleaning them on whatever clean spot he could find, be it clothes, a wall, or wipes from his medpack.

 

He felt it before the move and instinctively and perhaps even parternally covered the 'eyes' of his padawan as the bodies all rose up in unison. His roe making for a nice blindfold, as they gave him a clear and obvious message. It was time to leave.

 

With such helpful if not some what revolting sign posts pointing the way, he exited the ramp as the words welcome back echoed through his mind.

 

Welcome back? what ev-

 

Lightsaber activated he looked around. He had heard the sound of a rifle. the distinct whine signified a stun round if anything, yet it was difficult to tell, especially after just recovering from a crash landing. He ignored the sign post bodies instead he quickly and quietly came upon the stunned body of a being he thought he recognized. Gathering the boy up all the same he mad his way to the exit carrying him over his shoulder. Whoever had done this was either outside already, or would find the need to soon, as this ship wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He would deal with them then. For now, he would atleast removed this living body out of the wreckage of dead bodies.

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He found Armiena a few moments later, the brilliant blade of her saber springing to life. The sound of a discharged blaster echoed throughout the corridor, drawing his attention to yet another corridor shrouded in darkness. He narrowed his eyes, recalling the hallucination that he had experienced shortly after takeoff. Was this another one?

 

"Even if this land shall expire, thou may be able to prevent further corrosion. But even so, one day the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain. And even a legend such as thineself can do nothing to stop that."

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Vesper began to comprehend all of the responses that came to him. The first two words that processed through his mind were Jedi and Nhagathul. He had previously fought the Jedi during his time with Black Sun. He had even sought to exterminate their kind from the galaxy permanently. Piccolo's plan had sadly failed, but it had also cost him his life. To say that he had a vendetta against the Jedi would be an understatement but right now his survival could depend on his reaction to their statements.

 

As soon as the word Nhagathul infiltrated his ears he visibly stiffened. He had heard rumors of the hellish planet and it's soul-stealing powers. He hadn't even been sure that the rumors were true until now. Looking down the ramp, it was easy to believe that he had descended into the depths. Now his survival depended even more upon how he stood in the graces of the others present.

 

He lowered his weapon slightly, not completely holstering it, and motioned for his guards to do the same.

 

"Right..."

 

He studied the ragtag group before him. Delta apparently hadn't recognized him, which was a good thing. If any of them were to discover his true identity it could spell disaster for his operation. The Master and Padawan Jedi team were an interesting couple. The woman had an air of power out her than was almost intimidating. She was obviously the stronger of the two. The young man was confident in his abilities but lacked the poise of the woman.

 

"So talk..."

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Delta stayed silent as he had already said his due...but he lowered his weapons enough to look more hospitable. He slowly stood and walked beside Arlan and got himself a closer look at this strange man, there was something familiar about him but Delta didn't know what it could possibly be. perhaps it was the way he carried himself...but his feature s where not anything he recognized. perhaps he had seen him in passing somewhere.

 

Delta looked over to Arlan and the rest of the Jedi, they probably knew far more about this place than he did...

 

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Luna listened attentively as the group's conversation transpired, having long pulled herself from the ship and placed her back against a portion of it's hull. Her head still found it's self in throbbing pain from her fall, and the air around them choked at her lungs with the stench of sulfur and ember. Beneath her cloaked face, she gazed into the distance through of gift of force sight, seeing what most of the others could not- this was a place of true darkness, a place even the Sith would surely fear.

 

"Nhagathul, you say?" Luna speaks as her gaze shifts back to the others, the youthful hybrid lifting her form from her propped position and some what stumbling back toward them. "My father once told stories of this place,but i thought it to only be a Jedi Legend."

 

The air picks up a minor gust, swirling around her form and revealing a face that Vesper would find some what familiar. Her face, though disguised by her jet black hair and her father's features, still held spoke of her mother's lineage- and with it, spoke of her Uncle, Canderous Bralor. A slight grin creeps upon her bruised face, a trail of blood snaking from her busted mouth, having realized her rudeness. Where were her manners?

 

"Forgive my manners." Luna replies to Vesper's solemn request, the girl bowing with a slight curtsy as she presented herself despite her injuries and slight loss of balance. "I am known as Luna Armegedon, former Alliance Lieutenant and sister of the recently passed Jedi Knight known as Scorpio Armegedon."

 

Turning back to gaze upon the horizon, it's city like structure looming in the distance, it's barren earth lined with cracks and crevices that gave off the resonances of it's living darkness, Luna felt it's cold dead touch tugging at her very soul. Surely they all would feel it's pull just as they had toward the ship, their reasons for boarding and following yet to be known. All Luna knew was that they were here now, and the only way back was to discover that reason. Without turning back, she spoke.

 

"I think it's time we found what it was that brought us all here, for it may be our only way home."

 

Speaking in a low near silent whisper as she passed Armiena, purposely falling upon her as she passed to lift suspicion if anyone had caught her speaking to the Master Jedi, Luna delivered her message. "I need to speak with you when we are alone."

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Vesper nodded slightly to each person as the introductions were made. He listened as each of them spoke and began to mull over his situation, tuning out the older Jedi as she gave an explanation. He knew that his lack of interest could be visible but he was beyond the point of caring. He had more important things to think about.

 

He had left Corellia and his operation there with the intent of returning within a few days. While he trusted the people he had left in charge, he would feel much better if he could be there overseeing the preparations himself. His future hinged on his plan proceeding smoothly. This was not the time to be stuck on a soul stealing planet. But there was nothing that he could do about it now expect assist the Jedi in figuring out how to get off this rock.

 

The older Jedi's question brought him out of his contemplative state. He shook his head slightly before meeting her gaze.

 

"Sorry about that," he said as he lowered his weapon. "You'll have to forgive my cautiousness. After all, it's not everyday that one ends up on a soul-stealing planet with people with laser swords. Now the questions is, where do we go from here?"

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A weight seemed to lift from Delta's shoulders as the conflict came to a close, he looked to his hands and found that they were shaking. It was the aftereffects of the adrenaline dump his body had forced on him when the moment of conflict had neared. Now the adrenaline was effecting him more than usual. He hadn't really felt these bad of effects since his first real engagement during the Clone Wars.

 

Delta scanned the rotting corpses then motioned for them to exit the ship.

"Well...I would suggest getting off the ship and regrouping in the sunlight. So we can make track of anything. And find a way off this place." Delta looked around to those who had expressed interest in the Planet. "So tell me what and why are we here? If the chaos gods have returned this would sure be the best place for them." At this he looked at Armiena and laughed, "though I doubt old wives tales would return any time soon..."

 

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Arlan remained silent as the three of them conferred, still feeling a bit shaken from the impact. His back was bruised and his knees felt like rubber, but he hadn't suffered any more serious injuries. Tapping into the Force to relieve himself of the occasional pulse of pain, he listened to what Armiena had to say about Nhagathul. From her explanation, he was able to conclude that they had basically stepped foot into Hell itself.

 

Tectonic activity didn't bother him so much, but aggressive wildlife and soul-eating planets did.

 

Obviously.

 

"Arlan?"

 

"I'm here," he said, breaking away from their group to join his master at the hem of the ramp. One look at the landscape of this Godforsaken hellhole, and it was obvious why Armiena seemed so perturbed.

 

"Sithspit..."

"Even if this land shall expire, thou may be able to prevent further corrosion. But even so, one day the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain. And even a legend such as thineself can do nothing to stop that."

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As if to contradict him, a dark and forbidding picture of a hellish landscape was suddenly projected into his mind, along with the feelings of cold and dread.

 

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First the galaxy was suddenly plagued with a variety of illness shortly after the invaders left the galaxy. Chalking it up to biological effects the droids had brought in from another galaxy, it didn't add up as we looked into it, as some of the worlds affected had no history of the invasion.

 

Second, when we began to feel the pull to Onderon that led us to that ship, the reports on the various diseases stopped. While correlation does not mean causation, there is a heavy coincidence that these two events are linked. Onderon as you both now know is a planet with a rather violent history.

 

Third it is important to note that Dark Jedi where rumored to have a base of operations in or around that particular area.

 

Forth, we found the ship, and boarded, perhaps foolishly, perhaps being drawn by some calling. There we discovered countless murdered bodies.

 

fifth, as we looked for clues to discover what happened to the members on board, the ship which had been reported to have no pilot, lifted off into space carrying us and who knows who else with it.

 

The sixth thing we know is rather simple, we have crash landed on this planet. This planet is no doubt Nhagathul which is means we have gone from the frying pan into the fire in a way.>>

 

Both beings assaulted him at once with the questions. Calming them both down he began his explanation.

 

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It seems that long ago, a Jedi was drawn here. Perhaps in the same way we have been. Only the Jedi had come willingly. This jedi had felt the planet in the force and the planet screamed at him with pleas of those fallen and slain during this planet's brutal history. Some how trapped, the ached to be released. The Jedi managed to release these trapped spirits, who at once seemed intent on reviving old grudges and began to tear each other apart. The latest record I had found had stopped at that point but, it had been assumed the planet was destroyed, torn apart by the energies of such a bitter and brutal struggle.

 

Evidently the archives were wrong. Unless I am currently hallucinating which is entirely possible. Force knows it wouldn't be the first time so far on this journey.>>

 

He his face remained impassive, his voice barely above a whisper, yet his padawan and companion were both able to understand perfectly. Their general question shortly after the story was a resounding, so now what? Giving pause he waited a moment before formulating his answer.

 

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However I have another competing theory that it is the planet itself that has done this. Perhaps abandoned by the dark Jedi, it was reaching out to any and all that could hear its call, hoping to draw those with force connectivity. If that is the case, we could potentially be in the same set up the Jedi past was once in.

 

The problem I am having is the way the planet feels. Even though it seems to feel like it is settling dust and debris into every single pour and crevice on my body, I feel like I have felt it some where before.... but, more on that later.>>

 

 

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A sudden burst of light over the barren, landscape depicted a field of broken bones and blood. Though the blood did not seem to come from the fallen, but seemed to be leaking from the planet's surface itself.

 

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Scorp swung the light back still on his back onto the ground. The stun child lay not to far away but, was at the moment removed from his mind.

 

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As if agreeing with the Jedi, the smell of the searing flesh filled his nostrils from the two lines of pole lamps lit a path towards the diabolical city.

 

He began a systematical check of his gear. First he tested his wrist mounted devices. Rolling up his sleeves he allowed a test shot of them both in the distance. The crash had given him cause to worry that perhaps something could have been damaged. With no apparent damage to the wrist-mounted devices, as they still worked and fired on command as needed, he checked the forearm devices. The retractable plastic plates erupted into a shield formation on command, and collapsed just as quickly. With the gear on his arms in full working order, he made sure the wrist launchers were indeed loaded, then flexed his wrist to make sure it was still set in a way to not hamper movement. For a hand to hand combat expert such as himself, the idea of charging into hostile territory and being held up by his own kit had a very unappealing quality.

 

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As his padawan and the companion began on that task together, he continued rifling through the rest of his gear.

A99 aquata breather check and in working condition. grappling spike launcher... check and in working condition.

 

He rifled through all of the explosives he was currently carrying. He normally would only go on a field mission with at max four grenade size explosives. after all he didn't need a bunch of things on his belt, inhibiting him, especially if they had the ability to explode. In this case only one Ec detanators was present as well as two- anti force user grenades. It would no doubt be sufficient for anything he could possibly run into.

 

Reaching into the pouches on his belt, he checked both the dart form and marble form of his emp devices. as they seemed sealed away and in good order, he checked the extra cartridges he kept on his belt for the various 'goos' as he called them. Everything seemed to be checking out in good order on his person, though neither one of the comlinks seemed to be able to get past fifty kilometers.

 

Wonderful

 

As soon as everything on his person checked out he began to look through his survival bag. By this time Sils was broadcasting in her usual manner, pictures directly into his mind. As a result, he was being fed various thumbs up poses and green lights.

 

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The lightsaber clipped to his belt, seemed to decide on its own to depart, little robot legs, traversing the ground, bring the lightsaber to rest as the stunned kid's feet. Holding position, the legs collapsed and the appearance of a simple double bladed lightsaber was assumed once more. Abet with some nice decorations.

 

Meanwhile his bag was getting a good once over. It contained a number of items like ration bars and a medkit. It also had a survival knife, blaster, a thermal blanket, a light stick, grappling hooks, high tension wire and other survival items. Feeling satisfied that the kit had checked out, the gave the once over on both medkits, the one he had brought personally, and the one that had come with the survival kit. Also the small tool set that was in his survival bag, in case his padawan needed some touch up while out in the field. Two collapsible poles, a long rope and a rather large tarp of some sort, completed the ensemble of what was in the bag. As he wasn't about to drag the boy out into the city with him, he pulled out the poles, and set them up at the boy's head and feet. Tying a rope between them, he tossed the tarp over the kid, for a make shift easy to build tent.

 

That should hold him until I get back.

 

Stretching in order to take the place of the meditation he had planned, he made sure everything was situated, his padawan was back on his belt and prepared to head out. That was until he stopped suddenly.

 

He raised an eyebrow as he felt their approach. His padawan which seemed to have been on edge this entire time instantly picked up on those poised on the cargo ramp. The sounds of a familiar voice, was at first a welcome sight after having done nothing but, smell burning flesh and stare out at a barren landscape. Then his mind turned to the logical thought that his padawan had brought up earlier. Still it was of no matter. Clearly they both were here, now, at this time and place, and so he had better make the best of it.

 

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He moved off from the side of the ship into view of the ramp. Hands raised in the air he gave a small smirk, though his lightsaber was indeed in his hand.

 

"Trust me Grandmaster, despite what you may think, I am not an illusion. Welcome to the darkest cesspit I have ever had the misfortune to visit."

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  • 2 weeks later...

((Filler post...))

 

Vesper followed the rest of the group through the ship, carefully avoiding anything that looked like it might kill him. This planet was giving him the creeps and he hadn't even set foot on soil yet. He had never felt something akin to the amount of evil he could feel radiating from the planet. It seemed that the planet itself was alive.

 

He watched the ramp slowly lower. The sight that greeted him was possibly the most unwelcome thing that he had ever set eyes on. No words could describe it and Vesper wasn't even sure that he would have described it if he could find the words.

 

"Well, standing around isn't getting anything accomplished."

 

With that he began to head down the ramp.

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He folded his hands into his vest the moment it didn't seem like he was about to be impaled, shot or killed in some vicious manner. Turning to face the city he sighed, adjusted his pack, and quickly feel into step.

 

"Details are sketchy at best. Havn't reconned the area myself. I have one unconscious boy in the tent. Force sensitive, seen him before I am sure. He is protected from the elements and is being watched over."

 

The absence of his lightsaber was perhaps most apparent to anyone looking for it at this point but, he continued on.

 

"The landing from what I can tell was some what controlled, not meant to kill us, but demolishing our only way of leaving the way we came in. Therefore we are inadvertently stranded here. Commlinks seem to be out. I doubt we have more than a 50 click range among either of us, so unless we can boost the power, calling for help is out of the question. However, we can still communicate locally it would seem.

 

To answer what my purpose was here me and my team ran into the following.

 

First the galaxy was suddenly plagued with a variety of illness shortly after the invaders left the galaxy. Chalking it up to biological effects the droids had brought in from another galaxy, it didn't add up as we looked into it, as some of the worlds affected had no history of the invasion.

 

Second, when we began to feel the pull to Onderon that led us to that ship, the reports on the various diseases stopped. While correlation does not mean causation, there is a heavy coincidence that these two events are linked. Onderon as you both now know is a planet with a rather violent history.

 

Third it is important to note that Dark Jedi where rumored to have a base of operations in or around that particular area.

 

Forth, we found the ship, and boarded, perhaps foolishly, perhaps being drawn by some calling. There we discovered countless murdered bodies.

 

fifth, as we looked for clues to discover what happened to the members on board, the ship which had been reported to have no pilot, lifted off into space carrying us and who knows who else with it. "

 

He paused and raised a finger up.

 

"One more thing, I now have two competing theories to play around with. The first is this is a dark Jedi trap. The fact that I felt this call via the force, that it led me to one of their haunts, and now that I am here on one of the darkest planets in history, all point to a dark jedi puppeteer. The question of course would be why would he summon us to this location.

 

However I have another competing theory that it is the planet itself that has done this. Perhaps abandoned by the dark Jedi, it was reaching out to any and all that could hear its call, hoping to draw those with force connectivity. If that is the case, we could potentially be in the same set up the Jedi past was once in. "

 

He turned and looked back toward the ramp at the others who were disembarking.

 

"I am marking this spot as Base camp Zero, until we have established a secondarily point in the city. by the way, who is this entourage you have dragged out with you?"

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Delta gestured towards Arlan, and he walked after the rest towards the boarding ramp. "So tell me friend, what made you want to become a Jedi?"

 

Delta thought back to his experiences with the Jedi, from the Clone Wars, all the way until his duels with Sith. All together the Jedi had made a far better impression, even if some of them belived in fairy tales about 'chaos gods' or the like. Hell, those were stories told to scare the new clones about the dangers of the galaxy. He made his way past more of the freaky floating corpses, then came upon the rear of the group. He was in a good position for covering fire, lest something went wrong...heck, it seemed that even another Jedi had joined their group. It felt sort of awkward being one of the few non force users in the group...

 

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No introductions were exchanged as the Jedi at the base of the ramp greeted Armiena with a gloomy fairing. The latter joined the man and the two led the way away from the ship, which gave Arlan a chance to catch a glimpse of the exterior damage dealt to the chassis. It wasn't good. The ship probably wouldn't get off the ground again, let alone survive another jump to hyperspace. If Scorp's words proved true, they would at best stumble across a base belonging to a number of Dark Jedi. There, perhaps they would find another means of transportation to use to depart from this planet once and for all.

 

Of course, there was still the matter of finding out why they were there. This entire transpiration befuddled Arlan to no end. His fear of this hellhole was all but absent. At any moment, any one of their lives could be tossed in the way of peril. He was most concerned about Armiena, who still seemed to be having a difficult time adjusting to their bizarre environment. He didn't blame her.

 

"So tell me friend, what made you want to become a Jedi?"

 

It was Delta who had spoken, bringing Arlan free of his thoughts. He contemplated the question and a pending response, deactivating his lightsaber but keeping it secured tightly in his grasp.

 

"It's a long story," he said, "but I'll keep it short. My parents were both Jedi Knights by the time they exiled themselves from the Order. They died when I was nine, so I supposed their deaths kind of made me want to lead the path I'm on now."

 

He chuckled quietly. "And at the time, I thought that being a Jedi would be all fun and games." Needless to say, the rest was history.

 

"Come on," he said, and stepped off the ramp to follow after Armiena.

"Even if this land shall expire, thou may be able to prevent further corrosion. But even so, one day the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain. And even a legend such as thineself can do nothing to stop that."

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Scorp glanced backwards, toward where his saber was resting, near a makeshift tent. half turning arm extended, he pointed off to the left of the ramp.

 

"Yes, seems like a young man, still alive, only stunned. I thought I smelled the distinct smell of ozone from blaster fire when I was around him. Not seeing any bumps or bruising to indicate unconscious due to crash, I am under the impression he was hit by a stun blast."

 

He shrugged.

 

"I am under the impression he would be relatively safe here, at this camp site, then in the city. I was going to leave him here, and scot the city, then come back for him, should I find a suitable place to hold out for the night."

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Vesper stayed close to the rest of the ragtag group but he felt extremely isolated. Not that that was a bad thing due to the way he had treated them and in return had been treated. There would be time for amends to be made once some sort of shelter was found.

 

For the time being he had other items of business to consider. He had set in motion a very destructive plan that was intended to exploit the corruption within the Republic for the furthering of his own agenda. The virus he had commisioned should have been ready days ago and though he had a rather large window of time in which to work, the sooner he could begin the process the sooner his goals would be achieved. Even though he had left a very competent woman in charge of his operations he feared that his team would grow idle and screw something up. He needed to get off this rock.

 

He also found it interesting that one of his former employees was here. Delta had worked for him during his long association with Black Sun. When the crime syndicate had become more focused on ideals that he hadn't agreed with he had left in a rather...explosive...fashion. While he knew that none of the Jedi would connect even his real name with his former post, if Delta were to discover his true identity and report it back to Smash, his entire operation would be completely blown.

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Delta extended his hand to the new comer, "Hello sir, as Miss.." Delta searched his memory for the right name...."Armenia has said, I did indeed fight in the Clone Wars, though the story on how I survived is a long and probably boring one....if you have the time I could tell it to you, but otherwise I would advise that we continue in our explorations first." Delta followed the others into the dark jungle. As he walked he slowly fell out of line and found himself walking beside the other newcomer Vesper.

 

Delta quickly scanned him again with his eyes, thankfully it didn't appear that he would cause more trouble. But seemingly that he also was not a force user, Delta thought it would be good to at least talk to the man...plus there was something else about Vesper...there was just something about him that he recognized...perhaps his father had fought with Delta? Who knows, perhaps it was the way he carried himself. "Did your father or grandfather fight in the clone wars? Sorry for the intrusion, it just seems that there is something I recognize about you..." Delta felt embarrassed asking but he knew it was probably for the better, but who knew Vesper could be the desendent of someone Delta knew.

 

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((Another filler post...Since I have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking for...))

 

As the rag tag group walked through the foliage, Vesper was left alone to his thoughts. Black Sun had been a part of his life for an extremely long time. He had grown up a lot in his years with the crime syndicate. When he had joined the organization he had been a mere eighteen years of age. He was now more than a decade older and the "elected" Senator of a prominent planet within the Republic. But was he happy?

 

Sure, he had everything that he pretended that he wanted. Power, fame, money, women, and enough spice to last him for the rest of his life. He was using everything he had gained to spread chaos through a legitimate government. There was nothing standing between Vesper and total control over his surroundings.

 

Except himself. There were so many memories that he had with Black Sun. He had sought to eliminate Force Users from the face of the galaxy. He had been blockaded for more than a month by the evil of the Republic forces. He had seen more Overlords than any member of the faction ever should have. He had become Overlord of the faction and survived a coup, then disbanded to faction to be recalled by a returning overlord only to fake his own death.

 

His past was what would determine his future, but he didn't know if he was prepared to return to reclaim his title. It was something that he would have to ponder on.

 

"Did your father or grandfather fight in the clone wars? Sorry for the intrusion, it just seems that there is something I recognize about you..."

 

"No, I don't believe so. I'm not on very good terms with my family though, so it's a possibility. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Vesper Stubernic."

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Delta looked back to Vesper, "It is a pleasure to meet you sir, as I have been already introduced, you know that I am Delta seventy three. Fourth Recon Unit of the Grand Army of the Republic, currently serving with Black Sun."

 

Delta looked about the great landscape, it felt weird, almost like an invisible hand was squeezing at his heart, yet perhaps it was tugging at his very soul. A wave of sadness washed over him, strange and unlooked for. He turned and walked out of the camp...he needed to think things through, He walked slowly into the dense jungle, wishing that someone would follow him, but he needed to explore...to find something.

 

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After much wandering, Armiena eventually led the group to what had once been a spaceport. The edifice was mostly intact. Those structures were built to withstand sloppy landings and crashes, the backblast of repulsorlifts and sublight engines, and even fuel explosions””it was going to take more than a few decades to erode this building to rubble. However, even if the spaceport's foundation was sound, the machinery was not; most of it was pockmarked with so much rust that it was useless, and any of the computer terminals they came across were long dead.

 

”œStay back”¦”

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His padawan with him, his lightsaber hung from his belt as he kept watch over the ground as well as the grandmaster. His eyes open, he couldn't shake what he had seen earlier on the ship, and now among people the images kept coming back.

 

He shook his head as if to clear something out of the way before folding his arms over his chest and allowing his hands to be lost in the robes.

 

I wonder what the chances are of finding something in this space port.

 

He kept silent, not feeling the need to speak to any in the group so far, far more content to watch and observe both them and his surroundings. He had two things on his mind, group mechanics wasn't something one of them.

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A beep went of on both of Scorp's and Armiena's comlinks, letting them know that the Jedi Temple on Gala sent out a high priority signal to the Jedi Council.

 

"Masters, a vision of foresight has been given to me of the future. The Council will meeting over this new and somewhat pressing matter. I understand that your presence might be a bit more difficult to convey, so we will set up holoprojectors for you both when the time comes unless you can make it. May the Force be with you."

 

The link instantly went dead, scrambling the codes just used to send the transmission.

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Jedi Masters never die, they just fade away.

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As it happened, the Y-Wing was functional, if only just. An inspection of the engines revealed that they were not so damaged and rusted that Armiena wasn't willing to run the ship through its start-up cycle””but she did warn Arlan to keep her distance, just in case the ship exploded. There was no point in having all of them blown up because of her wild hope.

 

After a few minutes of nervous preparation, the Y-Wing's engine nacelles roared to life. In an instant, the entire hangar reeked with the smell of burning dust.

 

When her diagnostic program finished running, Armiena saw that the Y-Wing was truly in operating condition. The engines were fueled, and even if it had been ages since they'd been maintained, were in at least working condition. The sensitive electronics in the sensor suite were badly damaged, however, and any tibanna in the weapons had long since decayed. But since this ship only had a role as a temporary shuttle, it would suit their purposes well enough.

 

”œGet in.”

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((As fun as it's been...))

 

As the group was walking through the seemingly deserted planet a gleam caught Vesper's eye. An abandoned ship was settled not 50 meters away and it was all that he needed. He looked around to make sure that everyone left was busy and scampered towards the ship. He reached it to find it fully functional. He started it up, ran through a rather hasty pre-flight check, then lifted off and headed back towards civilization.

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