Mon Calamari/Dac

[Sabian]

- The solitary transporter, after grouped with the others leaving from Artus made their final descent on Mon Calamari. The men inside took their leave inside the base until furthur notification. -

 

- Stepping out of the ship as well, the young Jedi had posed that familiar communicator towards his lower jaw, speaking down into it as to not muffle the sound or detach the likeness of his voice in anyway. -

 

"Hello?.. Yes? This is Officer Devanus requesting the information of a certain area to meet for diplomatic terms, an area not controlled either in or around the Artus Coruscant systems.. Thank you."

 

- He took the time when the details were all processed and done to enter the chambers of the Alliance base. Sabian generously sat down at one the unoccupied room, his mind wandering with the presence of the Force, various thoughts flowing through him. -

 

- The young man was informed via comm from the Deck Officer, placing the pad to his ear quickly. A quick series of nods were performed before taking th piece closer to his mouth to speak into once more. -

 

"I'm here.. Uhm hmm.. Yes.. Well, ok. That planet sounds fine. Thank you once again, you have been a great help to me."

 

- His thumb click the small link off, setting the signal to the correct destination and sending that signal over to the Link. After which, he sent a similiar response back to Artus. -

[Onderin Starlisk]

Back at Mon Calamari, Onderin waited with the transports full of troops for word from Sabian concerning the mission with the Black Sun.

 

OOC: Short post, but just a placeholder, really.

[Sabian]

-- Link for Onderin Starlisk --

 

"Master, this is Sabian. Despite my best efforts, the meeting has gone array and I was powerless to stop the inevitable feud. There has now developed a war between the Black Sun and the Link.

 

I have a strong feeling that the Black Sun are reason to blame through past conflicting between the two groups and that we should only condone neutrality with them in this war, at most."

 

- The comm almost faded, a moment of reflection on the young man's side as his voice turned more emotional and concerned.. -

 

"..I have failed my duties as ambassador and Jedi. There was nothing I could do to stop what was to come. Forgive me--"

 

- The message stopped abruptly with the sound of the communicator quickly turning off. -

 

-- End Link --

 

 

~ Later on ~

 

 

- The lone E-Wing swooped down like a crane through the sky, arching high then curving down low into the hangar of the Alliance base. As soon as the wheels landed, cockpit opening up above him, the cloaked figure of the Jedi turned over from his seated position and jumped over the edge. -

 

- Landing with a defiant sound, he kept his arms out, his step much more quicker and harder upon the ground's smooth surface. There was so much he could have done that plagued his mind, even though the reality did not match up with what he had originally planned. Sabian pined over the life of the man he now left over two crime syndacite members. -

 

- Doors quickly opened before him, anyone in his way was given the cold shoulder as his veiled face frowned with disapproval; not just in what was done, but more of what he could have done. In the empty conference room, he set himself down on the farthest seat and turned it away. -

 

- In this position, he slowly tried to connect to the Force and contemplate on his actions. More and more did he realize that he was taken as a fool. He was setup only to justify an unjust cause by being there, powerless to stop the inevitable. The young man literally mashed his teeth, holding back his emotions as his heart sank deep. -

 

Please, Ronin.. Forgive me for what I have done. There was no way--

 

- The more he thought about it, the more his heart sank deeper and deeper into his chest. Both elbows laid firm on the table top, the cloak hanging loose over his head as his face was enveloped by Sabian's own hands. -

 

Even the right decisions, however right they may be in the end, can be wrong.. all so wrong. I should have just died then and there..

 

- Then, he could not help himself. The young man sobbed deep into his cloak's sleeves upon the table. The hood veiled his whole head so he looked utterly defeated, physically and emotionally. This weight of guilt was almost too hard to bare. -

 

- From inside, there was a pattern of light that called unto him. It reflected through the windows he stood around at the table, piercing through the young man with a luminous glow. It grew into his heart and pushed back out, the true calming waves of the Force he lost hold of coming back to him; making his mind clear and focused. -

 

Tell me what I must do.. What is it that you ask of me?..

 

- ..And again, like every time before, when he remained, calm and focused, it's true voice spoke to him. He concentrated upon the feeling, breathing in and out before picking himself back up. Looking around, his tears had all but drawn up. He stood tall once more and felt alive with energy coursing through him and outwards. -

 

I will fulfill my promise.. Life or death.

 

- ..With that, he made his way across the numerous hallways. He spent some quick amount of time gathering essential items from the armory, infirmary, and assortment of pieces from soliders whom he asked for; all items concealed within the containments of his robes. -

 

- Passing by a local Officer, he rose a hand to him and commented in a loud, confident tone.. -

 

"Hey there. Tell the Admiral I may be alittle late coming back for me, will ya? Tell him.. I have a promise to keep."

 

- With that, he took back off into the E-Wing, blasting off into deep space before making one last quick message with the holo-frequency transmitter, given through his hand-held communication link device.. -

Edited October 18, 2005 by Guest

[Sabian]

(( OOC: This was once a double post, but now giving it purpose since I need to post back here anyways. Thanks. ))

 

- The Rebel transporter swooped down quickly to the Rebel base, flying down at full speed to swoop up and stop just in time. Men piled out of the aircraft and began to race across the floor of the landing bay. Guided by three soliders was a stretcher that had a blanket covering the lower portion of whoever they were carrying's own body. -

 

- It was the body of a young man, Officer Devanus, that was being escorted off the ship to the infirmary. Once there, a local medic took car eof all the minor injuries and dressed the wound accordingly, reapplying another cloth bandage over the eye after the original turned red with the excess blood. -

 

- He remained unconcious in the small white room they eventually escorted him into, laying his body on the bedside attached to a serious of machines that tracked his bodily functions. There, while his body had completly shut down, he began to dream of his encounters, hoping there was more light to be shown in the matter then perceived. -

 

If only.. If only..

Edited October 20, 2005 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

Admiral and Jedi Knight Onderin Starlisk headed immediately to the medical center as soon as he heard that his apprentice was being transported there. He had mixed feelings about the matter, somewhat disappointed that Sabian had entered combat and yet proud that he had survived the encounter with some of the Black Sun's top agents.

 

He wasn't sure what to say, whether to express disapproval or encouragement, though chances were that he could get a little of both in before the two went to Coruscant together. Still, the mission was incomplete, and he had filled his half of the bargain with the Black Sun, so he had the right to ask for cortosis.

 

First, he had to attend to Sabian. Onderin found the medbay and the half-concious Jedi apprentice laying on it. He didn't speak, but exuded his presence and tried to encourage Sabian's recovery through the Force, using what healing abilities he knew (though they weren't nearly as developed as Sabian's own).

[Sabian]

- The young man's vision was first to back come to him, which resulted to be dreadfully painful to stretch out his left eye. After this quick instance of sharp pain, his body reacted by rerouting the sense to draw both eyes to just his other eye. The side of his face that had been layered with a thin dry layer of blood was wiped away, the third cloth bandage applied on his face wound having little to no blood upon it either now. -

 

- Only part way did his left eye draw out from sore eyelids. The young Jedi's head was still swimming in confusion, lost on where he was and what had brought him here. Elbows turned softly, cauisng the wirsts underneath the bed sheets to upturn and draw from it's cover. The flat part of his palm braced his upper torso so that his back could arch against the bed rest to some small degree. -

 

- Immediatly, he began to feel a sore tingling feeling that drew a sharp pain once more in his left eye. His body reacted immediatly by clutching the area around the eye, feeling it out with his fingertips to notice his eye and brow was not felt. Instead, he felt the sensation of smooth cloth against the tips of his skin, which startled him slightly. The young man's other eye widened, chest pumping up and down as adrenanline coursed through his veins.. -

 

"My eye!.."

 

- After exclaiming, his back arched forward with the motion as his head hung down near his waist, both hands clutching over his left eye. Quickly, he began to peel the cloth back alittle by little with one hand and felt his wound over with one hand. Even without a mirror, he could feel what happened. A long, deep streak crossed three inches across his face, scarring the areas right above and below his left eye. However, he could still sense that his left eye was still functional, yet damaged. -

 

- Drawing a deep breath, he exhaled and began to focus solely upon the point behind his eye. With mind relaxed, body calming down, the great spirit of the Force drew towards him, aided by his Master's efforts as well, in recovering the eye. The previous numb feeling in his left eye began to have sensation again, the soreness and pressure leaving him, as he was able to open both eyes now. -

 

- Taking another couple deep quick breathes out, the young man began to smile. He could see things clearly again, even though Sabian was not quite sure where he was at the moment. It was such a great relief that his eye was intact and that his wound had closed up to form a mere scar. -

 

- Drawing his head back up, he looked up for the first time to notice Onderin standing in the room. His mind drew back for a second, sensing mixed feelings about his presence. A concerned look was upon his face, yet there was something different as well. He wasn't quite sure what it was, approval or disapproval. -

 

- None the less, he was still estatic to see that his vision was alright and he seemed to be relatively safe by his Master's side. Leaning back a bit, he began to speak to him.. -

 

"How long have you been standing there? You should know that I'm alright better than anyone else here."

 

- ..His voice trailed off with a slight childish tone, yet was pronouced very seriously. He was quite glad to see him, the joke first coming into his mind from the semi-unconciousness. -

 

- While he was relaxed and listened to Onderin, the connection that he had with the powers that be began to work through his body to heal fatigue and anguish; parts of the mind that even the high-technological machines could not mend. Only the mind could heal itself, he merely was speeding up the process with the presence of the Force around him. -

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin watched intently until Sabian acknowledged his presence with a bit of humor. At least he was feeling alright. He had a major scar where the wound had been, but it appeared that his eye was left unscathed by the blow of what apparently was a vibroblade.

 

"Sabian," he began, "there are a few things we need to talk about before we finish the mission and head to Coruscat.

 

"I'm not going to beat around the bush, but rather give you the whole thing now," the Jedi Knight said decisively. "First, I understand that you came all the way back here before turning around, heading back, and engaging in combat with a member of the Black Sun.

 

"Honestly, I do not think this was wise. You were acting as a representative of the Alliance, and you practically declared what side we were on when you entered the fight," he continued, his voice firm and unwavering. He knew what needed to be said, and said it. Besides, Sabian was old enough to take reproof when it was necessary. "I still intend to go to the Black Sun and request cortosis, but I'm not sure how well things will go since you chose to fight them.

 

"Finally, I'm proud of you for your combat prowess. I'm not sure how well you handled the negotiations, but I don't think either group was really expecting a peaceful solution. At any rate, you fought well against a dangerous opponent, though I would not have expected you to make such a decision," Onderin finished.

 

He crossed his arms, but said no more, waiting for his words to sink in. Sabian would learn a lesson from this day's events with or without Onderin's words to tell him what he did right or wrong. That was all that mattered--a similar decision would not likely follow in Sabian's near future.

[Sabian]

- Motioning his body downwards, he did solemnly nod. There were alot of repercussions to him returning to leave again. It felt so right at the time to go back, to engage once more, to try and help the man live. The very thought caused some unsettling pain to his left eye, causing him to flinch into covering the wound back up with his palm. -

 

- Relaxing his arm slowly, letting the thought drift from his mind, he leaned back into his bed, head pointing off towards the side.. -

 

"There was nothing I could do to improve the situation from the start. I felt so powerless to stop the inevitable.. There really was nothing I could do."

 

- He slowly turned back to Onderin, his left eye barely staying open as the young man starred right back him in a deep, emotional voice. -

 

"..Which was why I went back, despite of everything. For some reason, I was willing to sacrifice myself for someone I hardly even knew.."

 

- At that moment, one hand drew up from the sheets and clinched directly infront of his eyes as his forehead knelt down into it, speaking in that same low, depressive voice. -

 

"I wanted to test my capacity against someone, too. I've never felt so obligated to do such a task because of my character, but I thought I might for once.. I am sorry if the Alliance fails to receive cortosis because of this.

 

The Black Sun truly were the ones to start the fighting from the beginning, despite my best efforts with the Force. I wouldn't even bother negotiating with them.

 

I sense that this was all planned before, to lure the Link into this meeting, killing me and taking the Nargals hostage. They kept asking for them over and over, despite what the negotiations stated about them not having to be present.

 

You must understand me, they are the ones to blame for this senseless war between them. We must act against them and the Empire for good and reclaim Artus."

 

- The later part of his speech, his voice started to rise, pounding fist into either palm. He felt such an attachment to the project that it caused him to outburst in such a way he wasn't quite sure about. The situation seemed so wrong, so he needed to make ir right, somehow. -

 

- Breathing in and out, he began to reclaim himself once again. He felt too weak to keep speaking like that. A calm gesture of his hand wafting across the air showed to Onderin that he was alright, gently gliding from the bed as he did so. -

 

"I don't know, it just doesn't feel right, y'know?.. Ah, I better just stay out of it. I'm too involved as it is. Just tell me you believe me and we can go."

 

- Redressing himself in cloak and formal wear alike, pulling a few splinters from the outside, he readjusted himself in the outfit and nodded, trying to remain up beat about the situation. The cloth bandage still stuck to his face for appearance purposes, the scar still blackened and swollen so it remained covered up for the time being. -

Edited October 21, 2005 by Guest

[Remant'e]

Working over various mission briefs for the various dealings of the rebellion, remant'e came across sabians recent mission, which was accompanied by a note that his ship had left on mission, returned, and then once again left, before returning with an injured sabian. Although he trusted in Onderins judgement with his apprentice, he still felt it necessary to find out what had happened. Sending a breif comm to the apprentice, he requested his presence when he had had a chance to get some rest.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Just when Onderin thought that Sabian was making sense of the whole thing, an unexpected statement caught him offguard. He actually wants us to go to war with the Black Sun? he thought, finding that very uncharacteristic of his peace-loving apprentice.

 

"I can begin to understand your motives, and I'm glad to know that you are accepting of the consequences of your actions. But that doesn't make things easier," the Admiral said. "Furthermore, if I have anything to say about it, we will not go to war with the Black Sun. While they are corrupt, they are a military faction that has the potential to make a large impact on our war with the Empire--on either side.

 

"I have sensed that their leader, Piccolo, is very uncomfortable with how the Empire is treating them, and is only bound to the Empire by threat of military force," he went on. "If we can instead liberate the Black Sun from the Empire, they may align themselves with us instead, and we could have them drop their war with the Link.

 

"But all this will take time, and perhaps we need to wait before attempting another try at such negotiations. I think the Black Sun is more than a little sick of us by now," he said with a wink and a smile.

 

He heard Sabian's comm go off, and he met the younger man's eyes, waiting for him to answer it.

[Sabian]

"You don't see what they did to me as a trap, do you? You don't understand that they engaged right in my view as an ambassador and forced me to choose between my own life and someone else's who I swore to protect. I was betrayed!

 

Those people are evil, more cunning and deceitful then the Sith. Atleast a Sith will admit his wickedness and become stronger by it. They cower behind fake laws and principles that justify their actions as not to be claimed entirely evil, just like this new war with the Link. We should never align with the Black Sun, even if it means giving them to the Empire.

 

I will not stand for that disregard for life and neither should you."

 

- There was more anger and tone in his voice, far more then he could have liked to. The situation kept balling up and rolling around inside him, creating more and more havoc physically and emotionally for him. No one seemed to get the point. Just at that moment, he felt a rumbling inside his cloak. -

 

- With a quick flash, the young man revealed it to his ear and listened closely. Both eyes seemed to lower as he solemnly spoke into the microphone system.. -

 

"Understood, I can speak to him now. No, I'm in no rush to recover, I'm quite alright."

 

- Raising them back up, he switched the communicator off with a scowl look upon his face. His own mentor, friend, and companion spoke of such nonsense as to allign with evil in order to defeat a greater evil, perhaps. The idea was perceived and he'd had to give it some time to reconsider, but the mere thought disgusted him at the moment. -

 

"..Sometimes I wish you were more Jedi and less of an Admiral, Onderin Starlisk. I really do."

 

- With that, he slowly drew himself from the bed. With a shaky figure, the young man passively faced the door and left without another word. One hand braced against the side of the hallway briefly, his emotions sinking in. The presence of the Dark Side arose in his fit of anger and frustration, allowing him the strength he needed to get out his true feelings. -

 

- The pain behind his right eye arose once more, causing him to relapse and fall onto one knee onto the ground. Beads of sweat began to form as his mind became torn, now having to fight off the dark presense that be in order to gain stability. He focused on the truth of the matter; that he was alive and in relative good shape for what the young man had gone through. -

 

- Collecting himself off the ground, the nature prowess he had with the arts of healing allowed him t suddenly clear his mind and draw energy through his entire body. Even though he still felt betrayed, he was able to carry himself as a Jedi, letting his emotions wash over and become distilled for the time being. -

 

- The familiar pattern of boots pacing along the ground could be heard drawing towards Remante's office. Folding his arms down close together by his waist, he bowed his body slightly forward before leaning back up with the motion and addressing the man. -

 

"Officer Devanus at your service, sir. I heard you wished to speak to me?"

[Onderin Starlisk]

Sabian's words burned in Onderin's ears. Frustration threatened to rise up in him, as did anger. But he didn't allow it to. He felt that his apprentice was being unreasonable. His last comment as he turned away hit the hardest, for Onderin had always considered himself far more Jedi than Admrial, though he had to make decisions as both.

 

First, he thought to himself, breathing out his anger and staying calm and collected, it was not a designed trap. I would have been able to sense it from Piccolo when we met on Artus. The negotiations didn't go as planned, that was all. Second, Sabian was there as an ambassador of the Rebel Alliance, not a Jedi apprentice seeking justice.

 

It was not justice that was needed there. It was an intercessor. Someone to watch over the negotiations and attempt to keep things calm. It was the ambassador's job to try and prevent a war, true, but it wasn't his job to decide who would go to war and who would not. It wasn't up to him to bring justice to whichever side was more wicked.

 

Onderin felt the anger in Sabian, even the touch of the Dark Side for a moment before he washed it clean. He was of strong moral judgement, even too strong. His rough past and hate for criminals was causing him to make actions that could more greatly hinder the Alliance than help it. He didn't fully understand that the Alliance's position was resting on his actions.

 

While those qualities were essential in a Jedi, even to be envied, Sabian had little place in a military faction such as the Rebel Alliance. The Admiral's responsibility was with the Alliance, and he had to act accordingly. He would need to speak with Remant'e.

 

All this threw into light some aspects of Sabian's character that would need time to find a resting place. It would be up to him to find that place, however. While Onderin was disappointed in how his apprentice had handled the failed negotiations, he had gotten to that point with skill. He was ready to become a Jedi Knight, if not an ambassador of the Alliance.

 

The plan was, then, to head to Artus, receive the cortosis, and head straight for Coruscant. After Sabian took his Trials, Onderin had to do some talking to Remant'e.

[Remant'e]

"Please, Sit."

 

Gesturing to a seat, remant'e continued

 

"Ive heard that you were put on mission as a negotiator between the black sun and one of the galaxies casino's, and that you returned only to leave again. Im wondering what exactly happened at this meeting. Admiral Starlisk has yet to inform me of any of this, so I'd like to hear it from you."

[Sabian]

- His form sank in his seat, arms bending below onto the arm reasts as his hands supported his head. The young man's body felt very heavy when the thought occured, having to reposition himself in this state in order to hold proper form amoungst such company as the Commander of the Alliance himself. -

 

- A hand curled into a soft fist, covering it over his mouth as he delicately coughed twice. Sabian felt the need to readjust his voice as for what he was going to say would, no doubt, effect his current mindset. All the way, he tried to remain calm, level in his speech and tone, and very straight forward and honest. -

 

"During my time at the meeting, there was violence that inevitably broke out despite my best efforts. Even the Force had small play in the eyes of a hardened criminal such as Piccolo..

 

They wanted me to leave by the first act of violence, stating to me that I should not interfere with what they were doing. The one previously mentioned, Piccolo, accompained by a man named ShadowFett, were going to kill the representative of The Link, Ronin Wartide, infront of me with little to no reason. They were merely based on small, personal conflicts.

 

Needless to say, I tried my best to protect him until the gun's barrels were turned to my head instead of his. After many deliberations, I was forced to make my mind and leave him with my own life.

 

Overwhelmed by guilt and the messages by the mother of Ronin's soon-to-be children, I had to go and try one more time to help him and keep the peace amoungst them. I was met by Piccolo's body guard, ShadowFett, and had to engage him in order to help free Wartide."

 

- At this time, a solemn hand drew from the bottom of his chin and pointed up and down where the cloth bandage concealed the wound along the left portion of his face, directly around the eye. -

 

"Despite my best efforts, I failed again and was left with this. It is the mark of my foolishness for believing that I could interfere between them. I was just a humble Jedi ambassador looking for peace when their standards from the beginning were solely set upon war.

 

I'm sorry that I have no furthur thing to say upon the event, other then I regret the actions I displayed. The mission was fulfilled as stated by Piccolo so I'm sure the Alliance can still receive the cortosis, but there may be a few hardships getting it from them now.

 

Overall, if you want my opinion sir, I believe this was a trap. The entire meeting Piccolo stated that he was to addressed in the presence of the Nargals, owners of the Link casino, in the meeting. Both operatives of Black Sun were well-armed and well-protected in armor as well, while Ronin came with no armor.

 

I feel their inital plan was to dispose of me and take the Nargals captive for ransom in order to succeed from the Empire and take full control of Artus. This is just a hunch, but I do believe this to be true..

 

But, I believe the Admirall feels otherwise. It may just be best to continue negotiating and trading with Black Sun in order to gain their support in the long run against the Empire.. That may be best for the Alliance.

 

As for me, I would like no better then to see Black Sun be punished for their crimes by the Alliance, but that will most certainly pull their vote towards the Empire against our favor.

 

Immediatly, it is your choice and I shall stand by it regardless as Officer of the Rebel Alliance. I will not let my morales stand way to my judgement as representive to the Alliance again, I can assure you."

 

- Stretching back in his seat, the young man starred directly at him the entire time with intent, compassionate eyes. There was an element of pain that could be seen within them, the conflict that he shared with Onderin's views and that of the scar. He was in a deep emotional state that could only be held in the balance by the gentle nature the Force had upon him as a Jedi. -

[Remant'e]

"There are a few things you have not considered in this. The rebellion is concerned with freeing the peoples of this galaxy, and the biggest threat at the moment is the empire. The rebellion has always been underfunded, and we cant afford to be fighting other wars. If the black sun did happen to have any ties to the empire, Im certain we would find our shipyards or some other asset under attack in short order.

 

As for the recent meeting, you were outnumbered, outgunned and put in a position you had never been in before. At least we have a far better idea of the truth now. I will leave this entire situation in your hands. You were at the meeting, and you have the force to guide you. You have permission to override any commands given to you whilst you are dealing with either organization, but I will be watching you. Im a believer of promotion due to performance over anything else, but I know the way these things work. Do what you can.

 

Is there anything you need?"

[Sabian]

- It was a great load off of his back to half-expect the worst and see that kind of reaction from the man. Here he was explaining furthur, in detail, what the situation was rather then how he handled it. While he did not know Remante long, respect primarily from his rank in the Alliance, Sabian put a great deal of personal respect for how he handled the situation with him. -

 

- He was calm, concise, and seemed to know what he was doing by the firm tone and understanding in his voice. Drawing himself back, Sabian listened intently to all he had to say before following up the man's question.. -

 

"..I'm honored that you want me to handle this. I shall think of a proper course of action on how to handle this for the next few days. For now, Admiral Starlisk and I have plans of our own to attend to.

 

I will think of it during those few days and get back to you either personally or via comm. I have no furthur questions.

 

It's been a pleasure speaking with you, sir. 'Good day."

 

- Craning his body up, offering a solemn salute, the young man drew himself out feeling much better. He was given a chance to improve upon the situation in his own way and could help right the wrong he was faced with in a more indirect way. The thought just hadn't occured to him until now that he could repair what happened afterwards, perhaps make it better. -

 

- The sense of control was not an issue for Sabian. Sure, he could do more things with rank and power, but it was meaningless to concentrate upon such features. In a sense, the Rebellion has always been there to help him in whatever duty he had and he was able to help them likewise. The feeling was very mutual and with that understanding, he could apply it to the larger picture in any way he so chose. -

 

- Moving across the ground delicately, he found himself matched with the very door he passed Onderin in with such a defiant, angry passion. It opened up close before his body entered, slowly moving through it at a constant rate before bowing his head in Onderin's direction. -

 

"Onderin.. I.."

 

- The young man made his way towards the bed, feeling rather weak all of the sudden. Either hand braced against the side of the bed as he gently drew himself down to sit upon the edge, arms folded across his body with his head still craning down low, locks of brown hair folding over his forehead. -

 

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier.. It was very rash of me to say such a thing about you. You are a great Jedi, one of the best I know of, and an even better Admiral.. I don't know why I said such things to you..

 

You've been so kind to me all these years and I-- well, I think I tend to take it for granted once in a while. You've always been there for me, like a brother and are so selfless to a righteous cause.. and, yet, you also have the experience and wisdom to understand when best to be righteous and when its best not to be.. I feel that I have a better understanding of that now..

 

Thank you, Master. For everything.. I'm so sorry, please forgive me.."

 

- He then folded his palms against his face, letting his hair fall down over bent neck. All the energy he once had when he was angry left him, filling into him better, more pure light. He had the strength to let his true feelings show, not just temporary anger. -

 

- Most of all, there was love in his words. A kind of love that can only be understood by one other. Sabian initially grew to care for Onderin as a father figure, but as he matured to a now young man, he is able to look upon him as a brother, an equal partner in the Force where both of their paths were to be shared for eternity. They had such a bond that could never be broken, regardless of any situation they both should face. -

Edited October 23, 2005 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC:

...I tend to take it for granite once in a while.

For the record, it's "granted," not "granite."

 

IC: Pride entered Onderin's eyes as his apprentice finished speaking to him. Whatever reservations he had had evaporated in front of him and he met Sabian's eyes with his own. "Sabian, beware the Dark Side," he said gently. "It can make you say things that you don't mean, cloud your vision and judgement, and leave scars that never go away."

 

The Admiral sighed. "But you are victorious over the Dark Side today. Let us not dwell on such evil things," he continued, composing himself and beginning to walk towards the hangar. "I think it's time to head to Coruscant. We can take care of the Black Sun after you're a Jedi Knight."

 

He smiled as he strode down the hall. It only took a few minutes to reach the hangar, where the two Jedi found the Lambda shuttle that they had been using for so long while working for the Alliance. They would use it again, but this time for the purposes of the Jedi. It was finally time for Sabian to move up through the ranks of the Jedi, and he had more than earned it.

 

The shuttle took off and entered space a second later, overlooking the massive blue-green background of the great watery world of Mon Calamari. Soon, that background flickered out of existance, replaced by the mottled hues of hyperspace.

[handofthrawn]

--Incoming transmission from an anonymous location--

 

"Officers of the Rebel Alliance,

 

"This is Fett of the Black Sun Crime Syndicate. I am sending this transmission in an attempt to clarify the relations the Black Sun now has with the Alliance and update you on our deal.

 

"Due to the unfortunately insufficient efforts of your ambassador, as you may know, the negotiations between our great faction and that of the Link were unsuccessful and ultimately resulted in war. The negotiations were sour from the beginning, but it's safe to say that they could have gone a little more smoothly.

 

"I am to inform you that the Black Sun will still maintain its promise. We are a crime syndicate, but we are not dishonest in our legitimate dealings. We ask that a representative, if possible the Admiral himself or someone higher, come to Artus to negotiate the handing over of the promised cortosis ore. We are in no rush to partition this ore out, so come as is conveniant for you.

 

"Fett out."

 

--End transmission--

[Cal Regium]

The two ships appeared above Mon Calamari in a flash. Through his comm link, Cal produced his landing codes, and the two ships made their way to the planets surface where they docked inside one of the Alliance hangars.

 

"We need a medical team aboard the Myddrin. I am pretty badly injured." Cal said through his comm to who ever was currently in charge of the base. "Also, there is a female aboard my ship named Lora. She has helped me in my mission and taken care of my injuries quite well. I expect her to be welcomed into the Alliance with open arms and given all the respect that would be given to me."

 

Cal thought for a moment, "And also, I need a team to come aboard my ship and properly handle my cargo. I expect it to be locked away and taken care of until I am healthy and able to deal with it."

 

By the time Cal had finished talking the medical staff had arrived. Before the General could bark any more orders into his comm, the nurses had jammed a sedative into his rear end causing him to quickly fall asleep. The medical staff lifted him onto a stretcher and carried him off to the medical facility.

[Nepharius Fontaine]

An ISTS logistical security courier brought a communique for Remant'e.

 

The message read as...

 

**********************************

Admiral Remant'e, I have just been informed that my weapons

plants have completed your order as follows:

 

- 560 durasteel gyroscope HUD suits

- 1120 blaster pistols (dualized, two for each suit)

- 560 vibroswords

- 50 high caliber sniper rifles

- 50 6-shot grenade launchers

- 120 disposable sets of grenade launcher explosives rounds

- 400 fletchette rifles

- SafeDeath (copyright) auxiliary weapons packets (attacheable to suits)

- 10,000 thermal detonators, with time-release and impact-release options

- 500 portable medical kits

 

I realize you only asked for 500 suits, but we made a few too many (the glory of mass-production and ISTS ingenuity, I'd like to think!) Anyway, there's no charge on the extra 60, nor the corresponding surplus weapons that go with them. And the med kits are on me; just a little thanks for doing business with us.

 

My associate, Dr. Augustus will be joining you soon to make the final arrangements. He is on Corellia now, and is in dire need of a business trip. I assure you, he is eager to meet you.

 

By the way, I am enjoying the executive suit. If it weren't for my attachments elsewhere, I would consider moving here!

************************************

[Cal Regium]

Darkness surronded him. He was once again in the cold dark cave. He felt his way past the massive rock formations that were surronding him until finally he saw a light. At the end of the tunnel he was currently in the cave opened up into a cathedreal type room with vast vaulted ceilings and huge stalagmites and stalagtites that grew from every corner of the cave. In the middle of the room was a large rock surronded by crystal formations that glowed different colors. Cal approached the crystals. He felt drawn to them. He reached out to touch them...

 

He opened his eyes and found himself in the same medical ward that he had been in after his mishap aboard the Shatterpoint II. A pretty young nurse came over to him,

 

"Ahhh, there you are General. We were wondering when you would eventually come around," beads of sweat dripped from Cal's forehead and his pulse gradually slowed as he began to relax, "You seem a little tense Sir," the nurse said, "Your wounds have all but healed. You can leave when you like. The remaining stitiches will fall out on their own. We would have woken you sooner, but your heart rate was so high that we were concerned and decided to let you sleep."

 

The nurse checked Cal's last few vitals and found that everything was fairly normal. She then proceeded to disconnect him from the machines and allowed him to leave.

 

Cal walked aimlessly through the streets of the Mon Calamari city. He passed many people, but did not pay them any attention because his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't figure out why he was being tormented by such strange dreams and he was still being plauged by what Lora had said to him about force users on Myrkr. What was it all about? he wondered. Was it all connected somehow? He knew only one man that could help him with such a problem, his friend Sahv. He would have to get in touch with Sahv about these problems, but first he had business to tend to.

 

Cal made his way into the area where the vornsykrs he had captured were being held. As he approached the cages the animals' ears perked up and they all of the sudden took great intrest in Cal. The cages were large enough to provide the animals with adequate room, and they were firmly secured. Cal had decided on his way to see the animals that no matter what Sahv told him he was going to take an extended leave of absence from the Allaince. The way the animals reacted to him, and the way his heart began to race when he saw them only confirmed his new plan. He needed a break.

 

Cal made his way back to one of the command rooms within the base. There he left a message on a datapad for any Alliance officers to find. The message read as follows:

 

******

I am hereby relinquishing my command for a temporary and undisclosed period of time. I am taking leave for personal reasons, and hope to someday return to the service of the Alliance.

 

For whoever needs the use of the vornsykrs I captured, they are securely caged here at this base and are ready for use in whatever Admiral Remant'e has planned for them. I am leaving my comm frequency on this datapad in case I am needed in an emergency. If the need arises I will rush to the aid of the Alliance no matter where I am.

 

Signed,

General Cal Regium

******

 

Cal gave the datapad to the commanding Luitenant at the base and it was filed within the mainframe computers. He then made his way to his ship, the Myddrin.

 

Once within the safety of his ship and away from prying eyes, Cal set about the task of contacting his friend Sahv...

Edited November 17, 2005 by Guest

[Lora]

Lora had observed the medical staff take Cal off to be treated, also watching as they took the vornsykrs off to train them. She left his ship, heading to the Shooting Star to shower and get changed. She shed her bloodstained clothing and shoved them into the washing machine, stepping into the shower and cleansing herself. She turned off the shower, heading into her bunkroom and got out a clean tunic and pants. Slipping her boots back on and strapping on her blasters and daggers, she left her ship, wandering down to one of the wharf to stare out over the ocean.

 

She stood there for a time before heading to the recruitment office, speaking to one of the officers that were behind the desk.

 

"Excuse me please. I'm looking to join up. I came in with Cal Regium."

[Savior_of_the_Sith]

Sahv was aware that Cal's ship was in orbit, and hailed him:

 

"Cal, I have arrived. May we meet down on the surface? My ship requires refueling and a minor checkup."

[Cal Regium]

Cal recieved Sahv's message and quickly set up an Alliance docking bay for Sahv to land his ship in.

 

"Yeah, sure thing Sahv. I am transmitting the landing codes to you now. The guys with the Alliance will refuel your ship and do anything else you want them to. After you land, head over to docking bay A-20, that is where I am. Just come aboard the Myddrin. I'll be waiting for you; we have a lot to talk about."

 

((OOC: Sorry about taking so long to post this. My computer has been messing up lately. I am working on getting it fixed, just have some patience with me for the next few days.))

[Savior_of_the_Sith]

Sahv approached the all-familiar bay in which the Myddrin sat. Passing a final clearance checkpoint, he was required to undergo an explosives search.

 

"You're not on the list, Mr. Yorr," The security attendant stated coldly.

 

"I am recently knighted, your list must not have been updated in some time."

 

"Very well. Move along." The man said.

 

Security had obviously been increased since he'd last been to Mon Calamari. Whether it had to do with the recent battle on Coruscant, the Alliance's loss on Mimban, or the recent change in leadership within the rebellion, things were different.

 

Entering Cal's ship, Sahv greeted him with all the etiquette worthy of an officer and a friend.

 

"Hello. No uniform? You must be going on vacation, or else I'd swear you must be going undercover. What can I do for you?"

 

Sahv sensed a changed in Cal since they'd last seen each other.

[Cal Regium]

Cal stood up and greeted his friend.

 

"Hey Sahv, good to see you. Thanks for coming. You are right to assume I am taking a vacation. Some things have been bothering me lately so I have decided to take an extended leave from my duties with the Alliance."

 

Cal sat down on a chair in the galley of his small ship. "Grab a seat Sahv, I have some things I need to discuss with you. You are the only person I know who may have some answers to my questions."

 

Cal felt sick and depressed. He couldn't shake the images of his dreams. Even when in the middle of a conversation he would begin to remember the horrible images.

 

"I was recently sent to Myrkr to hunt vornsykrs for the Alliance. If you don't know these are animals who sense the force and hunt by it. I don't completely understand how all of that works, which I guess is where we should start. What is the force Sahv? This is a question I have been asking myself a lot recently."

[jedimasterjoda]

A shuttle boomed through the stormy clouds of Mon calamari, beeing knocked from side to side by perfectly safe, but constant, lightning. Aboard, at the very back, sat Adoran Wa'alle. He was polishing his vibrosword with a hankerchief, in lack of anything better to do

 

Lovely place for a meeting, he thought to himself. It really was a bad day. It started up with him being chased by yet another bunch of black sun mercenaries, and now this. Stuffed into a shuttle between a wookie and an Ithorian. He tried, without any sucess, to see past the wookie and out of the window. Oh well. He'd get to see the outside when he got there. And that didn't take too long.

 

He shoved himself out of the shuttle, through all the buzy buisnessmen and whatnot, and out into the open. Now, where do I find someone from the rebellion to speak with?

 

((*yawn* sorry for the bad/short post. It's really late here, and I can barely stay awake. Plus after a long time absent, my RP skills are a bitt rusty So...who's gonna let me into the rebellion?))

[Lora]

"General Regium has gone on leave for an undefined period of time, sorry, there's no-one else around at the moment. Fill in these forms and we'll get back to you for an interview."

 

Lora rolled her eyes, but still took the form. She filled it in and left it at the desk before heading outside. She'd head back to her ship for a while. Not looking where she was going, she bumped into one of the men (Adoran Wa'alle) that had just disembarked from a newly arrived shuttle.

 

"Oops... sorry... wasn't looking where I was going."

[Onderin Starlisk]

Two ships emerged from hyperspace within a second of each other. One was the Lambda-class shuttle that Admiral and newly-dubbed Jedi Master Onderin Starlisk used as his own, and the other was a Gallofree transport loaded full of pure, refined cortosis metal, one of the extremely limited number of metals that could withstand a lightsaber blade.

 

Onderin guided his shuttle into a landing bay, and the transport followed. As soon as he disembarked, he sent for a certain Commander Pilonne, one of the highest ranking officers in the group of anti-Sith troops that Onderin had devoted time to creating at the request of Remant'e, the only man the Admiral had to answer to.

 

Pilonne showed up in only a few minutes. He was sweating, and Onderin immediately knew that he had been training. These troops were extremely efficient and disciplined--exactly what was required from men that would be expected to defeat those armed with lightsabers and the Force.

 

He was informed that General Cal Regium had recently returned from Myrkr with two captured Vornskrs to aid the army as well, and the Admiral was pleased. Everything was shaping up.

 

"Commander," he instructed, "arrange for this transport to be unloaded and have the cortosis made into armor--it can be thin or even a weave. It's just enough to go underneath the regular blast armor. Then report to General Regium and have him update Remant's on the completion of the troops."

 

OOC: Cal, you can sort of take over Commander Pilonne. You can have him report to you and then you can report to Remant'e yourself. Also, I've become aware that you are looking for a Jedi to train you. If you want, I could do it. PM me.

 

IC: So saying, the Jedi Master turned and went back to his shuttle and left. He was busy nowadays, especially when trying to divide his duties between the Jedi and the Alliance. This time he was off for the Jedi and an old friend, having finished with his Alliance duties, which came first in his mind.

 

The Lambda shuttle disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, en route for Coruscant and the Jedi Academy there.

[jedimasterjoda]

Adoran swung half around as the young lady bumped into him. Even in the massivle flood of people around him, he was shocked that he hadn't spotted the lovely woman before. Her lovely gold hair swung around as she turned and gave her apologies.

 

"No worries, m'lady. So, what brings a stunningly beatuiful woman like you to this planet?"

 

Adoran smiled slightly, trying to take his eyes off the woman's captivating, violet eyes, but not suceeding. They had a depth that he's never seen since.. Scratch that. He'd never seen such beatiful eyes. ever.