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Post by .:[JeB]:. on Jul 28, 2004 13:13:14 GMT -5
A Fairly Large City.
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Post by AG on Feb 1, 2005 13:10:20 GMT -5
The city was deserted at the time, as it always was at this time of day. People had already gone home long ago and only few people who wroked in shops, restaurants and the Tosche Station remaine awake, tending for their work. They weren't the only ones to do so however. Little did they know that a Dark Figure, hidden in the shadows, was as awake as the burning suns of Tatooine itself. Jorus Valok sat at a small console inside his small cramped hut. He couldn't wait to get out of here. He had remained here patiently for too long, spying on the Jedi's actions and meditating, keeping his physical form in top shape at all times. He was now listening to the conversation amongst the Jedi through a spy droid no bigger than a small ant sitting outside a window. He laughed quietly to himself when that fool of a Jedi Master named Riko said their vision wasn't clouded and that other Nautolan weakling agreeing to his every statement and repeating them like a parrot. "If they can't sense my bug, how is their vision not clouded? Jedi arrogance", Jorus thought. That foolish Order had to be wiped out for that reason mainly. "You wait and see, Riko", Jorus thought, "then you'll see who truly is your enemy".
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Post by Blood Bather on Feb 1, 2005 20:43:21 GMT -5
Caleb walked through the streets of Anchorhead, looking down at his datapad. Another elder had been assassinated. Perhaps this was going quicker than he thought. Caleb had expected to wait centuries before the elders died, but it seemed to be happening by the weeks.
He was so caught up in thinking, he didn't notice the girl with the heavy bag approach him. Before he knew it, he had bumped into her and sent her tumbling to the ground. Caleb picked up her bag and offered her his hand.
[glow=gold,2,300]I'm terribly sorry. Are you alright?[/glow] She still kept her head down, her cloak covering her eyes.
[glow=purple,2,300]I've been waiting for you to say those things ever since I was born...[/glow] The girl spoke. She pulled down her hood.
Caleb could only stand there as he looked into the ever-so-familiar monstrous blue eyes of a familiar silver-haired female.
[glow=purple,2,300]Eighteen years isn't a long time to you, Caleb. But to me, it's eternity. For eighteen years, I've trained to become one of you. Trained to be exactly what I am....a monster. And now, as I finally get there, you abandon us. [/glow] Sonja threw off her cloak and took out her lightsaber, igniting it and swinging at Caleb's head. Caleb instinctively took out both of his sabers and jumped back from the attack. People around them were now fleeing towards homes, cantinas, shops, anyplace indoors.
[glow=gold,2,300]Sonja.....I thought the elders were going to decapitate you.[/glow]
[glow=purple,2,300]Yes, but they underestimated my power, just as you did. And now, I've come to pass judgement on you. And once that is done, I shall pass judgement on the elders. And then, the entire galaxy![/glow] Sonja rose her saber and charged at Caleb.
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Post by AG on Feb 2, 2005 1:53:47 GMT -5
Inside a small and darkened hut, Jorus felt a disturbance in the Force. Something was happening in this town, something dangerous. That's strange, nothing ever happens around here, Jorus thought. He was confused by the sudden motion of the Force. Jorus stepped out of his hut and all of a sudden, everything became clear to him. He felt the presence of a Jedi Knight and a Dark Jedi. They were matching swords together. Of all places.....
Jorus didn't even bother to go and look for the warriors in the streets. He stepped back into his hut as if nothing was happening, locking the door behind him. When he got back onto his console, he noticed how the conversation in the Jedi Council still wasn't getting anywhere. Thos fools where still arguing among themselves about what course of action they were to take. No matter, Jorus thought. They were never going to conclude anything. The Sith were going to destroy them eventually, and then, they would take the galaxy for themselves. Jorus smirked as this thought came onto his head. They were going to pay for the demise of the Bpfasshi.
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Post by AG on Feb 2, 2005 12:09:12 GMT -5
Time seemed to be going as slow as a snail in the cramped hut. Jorus never imgained the Jedi could be so boring in addition to being arrogant fools. The Bpfasshi had fallen asleep in front of the spyframe, sitting on his chair, his head hanging low.
Jorus's mind seemed to be drifting in the clouds as he slept quietly. Rarely did he have any abnormal dreams. Jorus could barely remember the last time he even had a dream. Sometimes, those dreams reminded him of his father when he had gone absolutely insane with madness. He had visions of his mother, caressing his chin as her warm feelings could be felt from her smooth hands. Jorus only remembered her through his dreams, for he had been separated when he was only 3 standard years of age. Now, 21 years later, a hollow voice began to speak in Jorus's head.
Jorus was standing in a dark, stone hall as large as an entire temple itself. He was dressed in his usual Sith garments, Shadow placed on his belt. He looked around himself and saw a far too familiar face, the face of his old master.
Freedan
[glow=red,2,300]Master[/glow]
I see you are still in Anchorhead.
[glow=red,2,300]Come off it. I've only been in this boring sand blasted rock for three days.[/glow]
Jorus grinned contemptibly at his master. He'd have forgotten how slowly time went for someone who was already dead. Then again, Jorus didn't think he could handle the utter boredome any longer. In that case, his master had a point.
Do you know who is fighting right now in the city?
[glow=red,2,300]It's a Jedi Knight and another Dark One.[/glow]
They aren't simply that. The Jedi is none other than Caleb Corvin, formerly Lord Syrus but now turned to the Light Side. The other is Sonja Nefilius. Both are immortals. I know you can defeat them both as if they are ants beneath your feet, but there are more important things to do right now.
[glow=red,2,300]I never would have imagined Syrus would join those fools. Its not like him. Then again, his presence in the Dark Side can no longer be felt. You are right, my master. What should I do then?[/glow]
Go to Coruscant. The new Dark Lord will be waiting there for you. Since the two of you had hated that weakling named Maknus, I'm sure you two will get along.
The Dark Master said with a smirk on his face. Jorus smirked with him.
[glow=red,2,300]Well, I guess we'll just have to join that Ninjaii. Then I will strike.[/glow]
The two began to laugh a high, cold, mirthless laugh that would have given goosebumps to anyone had there been people in the dream.
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Post by AG on Feb 2, 2005 12:19:05 GMT -5
Jorus awoke with a start, his malicious eyes springing open like a mouse trap catching its target suddenly. He stood straight again and tapped a few buttons on the spyframe. Taking out the recording and tucking it into a pocket, Jorus got up to his feet and set explosives around the hut. As he got out of the hut, Jorus made sure he was a safe distance away before clicking a button on a remote. In a burst of explosive flame, sound and light, the small cramped hut blew into a million shattered shards. --------------------------------------- Outside, anyone would have ran away instantly at the side of a hooded figure dressed in Sith garments as black as the night, thinking that person was a Sith Lord. Jorus walked slowly through the streets of Anchorhead, taking his time as he did so. He had no vehicle to speak of at that moment. Some rascals had stolen it the day before. That wasn't important to Jorus for he knew he could get another speeder whenever he wanted, for he saw one right in front of him at a turn on the street. A woman was running towards the speeder, kicking up sand and dust as she strode towards it, probably running away from the fight between those two puny immortals. Jorus gripped the woman through the Force and snapped her neck, the sound of bones shattering heard throughout the entire street. Some distance away, Jorus could hear the sizzling sounds of clashing sabres somewhere else in town. The combatants weren't so far after all. He looked back down at the woman and smiled maliciously. [glow=red,2,300]Sorry lady, my need's greater than yours.[/glow] Jorus jumped on the speeder and the engines whirred to life as the Bpfasshi sped away to the nearest spaceport. **move to Mos Eisley**
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Post by Blood Bather on Feb 2, 2005 16:25:11 GMT -5
Sonja quickly recovered and force pushed Caleb into a wall. Caleb turned sideways and stuck his feet to it. He then looked up at Sonja.
[glow=gold,2,300]You could sense the other dark one on this planet, could you not? Why do you not kill him and take his power? Why is it that you are only taking power from those who cannot defend themselves?[/glow] Sonja smirked.
[glow=purple,2,300]I was aware of the puny mortal Bpfasshi scum on this planet. But I don't have the time to go hunting for weaklings who hide in holes. I'm beyond that. [/glow] Caleb jumped off of the wall and charged at Sonja, dodging a lightning bolt she had sent at him. He lashed out with both of his sabers, only to be force pushed to the ground. Sonja jumped in the air and struck down at Caleb with a huge vertical slash. Caleb blocked the attack, but found himself being smashed into the ground from the strength.
[glow=gold,2,300]I thought the last of their kind was killed.[/glow] Sonja hissed, using her inhuman strength to crush Caleb.
[glow=purple,2,300]The former of their kind was killed by a weakling jedi. I know my power is greater than his. He will cause me no problems. Right now, my only focus is killing the elders.[/glow] Caleb sneered and threw Sonja off of him. She landed graciously on her feet. Caleb rose to his feet and looked straight into Sonja's eyes.
[glow=gold,2,300]I made the same mistake. I didn't kill Kross when I was stronger than him, and now look where it's gotten me. You should really learn from others' mistakes if you plan to be a successful dark jedi. [/glow] Caleb froze when he realized what he had just said. That was the dark lord talking, not him. Sonja's smirk grew into a grin. She deactivated her saber and turned her back on him.
[glow=purple,2,300]I can see it in your eyes, Caleb. One day, you will want the throne back. And when you come to take it, that will be the day of our final duel. Until then, farewell. [/glow] Caleb was suddenly blown back from a wave of darkness. When he looked up, Sonja was gone.
Caleb rose to his feet and headed back to Taris. He needed to inform the jedi of this situation.
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Post by AG on Mar 13, 2005 4:02:42 GMT -5
Riko hadn't complained to being brought to Anchorhead to heal, but the idea of healing and finding himself in a fight only hours after his confrontation with Gaia was not appealing. For once in his life, he was afraid to die. Back in the sacred plains, Riko saw that Jorus had not revealed all his powers back on the Mauser. Would he truly match Jorus now he was going for the kill?
The stood in the city center, swords drawn, undisturbed by the people. They had run back into their homes as soon as the two swords flashed in the sunlight. The streets were deserted and fear was a strong feeling here. Fear of the Sith. Riko had to do win now. He had no choice. Jorus was the strongest Lord of the Sith he ever fought and probably would ever fight. Somehow, Riko felt his death approaching fast.
Jorus smiled. Now, revenge truly was a hair's breath away. The time had come to decide who should take the throne of the Bpfasshi. Only Jorus was truly worthy of it, given he was the one trained in the ways of the Bpfasshi and Riko was a Jedi Knight, but that was not what was in his mind. Jorus remembered the terrible pain he felt on the Mauser after Riko had knocked him out cold, burning his back and most of all, his soul. Jorus made the first move. A high thrust aiming for his brother's head. Riko raised Tyrfing to parry the blow as sparks rained when the lightsabers met. Riko tried to counter but found a foot sweeping low in the ground. Jorus had crouched and spun on the ball of his foot, his legs swinging fast and tripping the Jedi over. His quad muscle flexed as it brought the Bpfasshi back up to a standing position, reversing his grip on his blade and stabbing down toward Riko's chest. Riko rolled to the side, barely avoiding the fiery needle aimed for his heart and swung out on the floor with Tyrfing for Jorus's legs, who simply somersaulted right over Riko's body and swinging over his head, cutting a gash right under where his stomach is. Riko grunted with pain, but centered his focus with the Force, shutting out the pain. Jorus truly had held back on the Mauser, and now, he was proving it.
Jorus licked his lips when his stolen lightsaber had hit its mark. The blood of his own brother oozing out of the wound he had given him. Jorus could feel Riko was beginning to regret ever having spared his life on the battle station. There was no doubt who the better of the two was. Jorus would have his revenge upon Riko for betraying him and his family by joining those who had destroyed them, however indirectly, and would have revenge on the Jedi for having brought insanity to his family. Once that was done, nothing would stop him from obtaining the rank of Dark Lord of the Sith, absolute power in the Galaxy.
[glow=maroon,2,000]As you see, my brother, your death is coming.[/glow]
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Post by AG on Mar 13, 2005 11:27:00 GMT -5
The battle had gone on for 3 minutes with Jorus pressing his advantage heavily. Not only was he stronger and faster than Riko, but the Jedi's wound had slowed him terribly. Despite that, Jorus was going for the kill, not hesitating at the very least to destroy this acolyte of the Jedi. He deserved to die more than anyone else in this galaxy. Many others would follow, especially the rest of the Jedi. Jorus's eyes were burning with hatred, daggers seemingly sprouting from them. But Jorus let that hatred flow through him, making him more powerful than he would have been. It was something he hadn't done back on the Mauser, which contributed further to his defeat.
Riko was working furiosly to keep the Bpfasshi at bay. He had never known such speed, such accurate technique. He was worried. His wound was slowing him down horribly and even if he hadn't been injured, he wouldn't be as fast as Jorus. How was he going to get out of this one? Riko didn't know the city of Anchorhead very well and something told the Jedi Jorus knew this place very well. There was no means of escape. That was certain. The two were too closely connected to simply run away from each other.
Riko blocked yet another slash aimed for his shoulder by bringing Tyrfing vertically up to his side. Jorus continued by spinning half a cycle and stabbing backwards for his heart. Riko swept the saber away by swinging downwards parrallel to his body. Jorus responded by spinning again to face Riko, raising his lightsaber high and striking for the Jedi's head. Tyrfing kept going from the swing that parried the previous blow and went from low to high, parrying the phosphorecent lightsaber. To his dislay, Riko found he was pinned, and Jorus took this opportunity to push foward with his lightsaber and push the Jedi back with the aid of the Force. Riko slid on his feet and fell to the ground again, kicking up a little sand from the relatively clean road. Riko got back to his feet and the Force suddenly urged him to move back. Riko stepped back once and the gleaming red lightsaber grazed Riko right shoulder. Now he was in trouble. Riko's right arm was his saber arm. The cut would further diminish his speed. Jorus knew this two. Given they were twins, both were right-handed, and now that Riko had nearly lost his right arm, Jorus had an even greater advantage. He would not hesitate to use it.
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Post by AG on Mar 13, 2005 11:41:22 GMT -5
Jorus and Riko moved into a flurry of strikes, slashes and parries, but it did not last for any more than 7 minutes. Jorus pressed his advantage so hard Riko would almost sqeak. More than once, Riko thought of surrendering to his brother in the hopes he would spare him, but realized Jorus would waste no breath in sparing his life. Riko could see it in his eyes that Jorus wanted to kill him at all costs. The Jedi knew his death was coming now, even if he kept fighting. His first wound slowed him down greatly, and the wound on his shoulder even more so. Fight or yield, he was going to die. But Riko thought it better to die in style, to die with his blade in hand.
Riko raised Tyrfing with his left hand to parry another strike. It was the last he would block.
[glow=maroon,2,000]Goodbye, dear brother.[/glow]
Riko instantly knew those words were truer than any words he ever heard in his life. Jorus pushed with all his strength, all his weight as well as the weight of the Force, pushing Riko and bending him back. Too far back. The red blade of fire pushed downward on Tyrfing, cutting his left shoulder. Riko clutched the burnt flesh, an expression of pain and horror when Jorus's lightsaber spun around and slashed upwards twice, once to the right and then to the left. Both Riko's arms fell to the ground as blood squirmed away from their severed joints. Riko did not take this as a surprise. He knew it was coming. Jorus's lightsaber then twirled around, spinning like a fan as the Sith spun half a cycle and stabbed backwards, piercing right through the Jedi's heart. Riko flinched for a moment, staring in at his chest. This was the end. His fears were proven true and finally, his years of service to the Jedi had come to an unexpected end, and fell to the floor.
Jorus relished his lightsaber and turned to see his brother's body laying on the ground as blood spread across the sandy road. Revenge truly was sweet. His dream had come true. The man who betrayed his youth was brought to justice, but it wouldn't stop there. The Jedi still had a price to pay.
The Sith but the Jedi's head clean off his neck and took hold of it by the hair, carrying it with him to the interrogator. As Jorus headed for the space port, he felt a familiar presence in another city. Not familiar in the sense he had met the source of the person before, but it seemed as if he had something in common with him. Taking a nearby speeder, Jorus headed for Mos Espa. His ship was there anyway.
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Post by AG on Mar 17, 2005 2:14:04 GMT -5
The pain in his back was swelling as Soru's speeder raced through the scorching sands. He had to find a medical center fast, one that was far away from the eyes of the Sith who had almost defeated him. Besides the pain and the desperate race against unconscioussness, Soru was glad about the way his first fight had turned out. He had probably fought against one of the most powerful Sith of them all, possibly the most potent, and found he was nearly a match for him. Soru could figure out why the Sith had let him go. He wanted to give Soru a chance to grow in power, and then he would most merrily fight to the best of his abilities against the young Jedi. Soru felt troubled though. During the battle, the young Padawan felt the touch of the Dark Side for the very first time in his life, and unexpectedly found it strangely attractive, its scent calling him, offering him gifts the Light Side would not, begging him to use them. Jasufar had always warned Soru to beware the Dark Side, but now that he actually experianced it, he didn't find it something to be afraid of, but something to glorify, let its juices fill his soul. A pang of fear ran through Soru as soon as that thought crept into his mind. He mustn't think that way. It is that sort of thought that drowns someone in the deep abyss of Darkness.
The speeder blasted through the streets of Anchorhead, dashing through every twist and turn of the city in its frantic search for a medical center. Soon, Soru found what he was looking for and parked the speeder in front of small building which had a medical sign inprinted over the door. Soru staggerd inside and towards the desk, panting heavily as he looked pleadingly at the nurse, a bemused expression on her face. Soru didn't want to speak. It would be an extra waste of vital oxygen. Instead, the young Jedi showed her the wounds he had received from his most recent battle, and terror ran through her as she realized what had happened.
Hours later, Soru stood in the same room, completely rejuvinated after a bath in a Bacta Tank. The wounds had already begun to clot during his trip to this small city, leaving a scar where he had been struck. A man entered the med-center and approached the young Jedi. Soru thought what this was about. He didn't know anyone on this planet.
Are you a Jedi?
Soru decided to respond. There was no point in lying about his rank here.
[glow=purple,2,000]A Jedi Padawan, yes.[/glow]
The man nodded, and Soru began to feel something from the man: sadness. Something tragic must have happened and the townsfolk needed his help, Soru assumed. It angered Soru very much when he thought about the Order not helping Tatooine whenever it needed their help just because it was in the Outer Rim, outside the Republic's jurisdiction. That was not how a Jedi should behave, Soru thought. The Order should help all the people of the galaxy, not just those of the Republic. Soru suddenly began to feel the Jedi were losing the ways in which the Order was essentially born.
Come with me, young man. There's something we need to show you.
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Post by AG on Mar 17, 2005 3:01:17 GMT -5
Soru and the man walked through the deserted streets of Anchorhead. That would not have been something unusual if it were late in the night, but it was only 2 hours past midday and the suns were still burning with their everlasting flame. Soru could also sense many people through the living Force, all congregated in one spot. They must have been watching something horrible, for the stench of fear was stronger then anything Soru had ever felt in his life. Whatever happened, Soru would be more than willing to help. These people had been ignored by the Jedi for centuries on end and Soru wanted to change that, wanted to make up for that ignorance.
Soru was proven right when they reached the center of the city. The people were all gathered around something but couldn't be seen through the thick crowd. The man must have been of some importance, for as soon as they approached, the people made way for him and the young Soru. Within seconds, the two had approached what had caught the people's attention. Soru could have puked when he saw this, but tried hard not to. It was a decapitated body, its arms severed cleanly off and laying on either side of it. Mosqitoes were flying in every direction over the body, biting away at it for food. There was the hilt of a lightsaber close to it. Soru recognized it immediately, the model having inspired Soru's own twin blades. It was Tyrfing, and the body used to belong to Riko. Jorus must have done this. It was true, the Sith had killed Riko.
For many years, Soru had wanted to meet Riko after their short time together on Yavin IV after Exar Kun's spirit had tried to take over the temple. The Jedi Knight had taought him many things there, but they were separated by the Sith attack on the temple. Ever since, Soru had trained on Kashyyyk in the hopes of meeting Riko again and show him how much he had grown. The dream had been torn away from him. He never thought he would meet Riko again like this. Jorus would pay for his crimes, for his evil, and Soru would stop at nothing to make him pay, even if it meant falling to Darkness.
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Post by yasser on Mar 17, 2005 15:51:20 GMT -5
[shadow=navy,left,300]I know how you feel, young Padawan.[/shadow]
Out of the shadow of the corner of the chamber Ragab, Soru's new master, emerged. Ragab's eyes were red with tears, and his fist clenched as he fought hard to curb his fury.
[shadow=navy,left,300]You feel disappointed you failed in your expectation to meet my master, and I feel failed to protect another of my loved ones. It's a normal feeling, but as Jedi you and I have the responsibility to resist it for the sake of good. We will meet Riko again soon, and as for Jorus, he and Xanatos shall share the same fate as Justice dictates. You on the other hand must stick to your trainng, and don't go in a hissy fit that might get you killed. [/shadow]
At this Ragab moved to the body and took Tyrfing, placing it in his belt.
[shadow=navy,left,300]Riko's legacy will always live on [/shadow]
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Post by AG on Mar 17, 2005 16:38:21 GMT -5
Soru turned to see, for the first time, his master walking from the shadows. The young man felt as if a deep hole had suddenly been filled by the presence of his new master. It was as if he was seeing Riko himself, a younger version at least. Ragab was essentialy what remained of the fabled Master, his one true son. He had the air of a toughened, battle scarred warrior about him. This was truly the sort of master Soru wanted to have, one who had experianced this sort of thing many times over. Of all the Jedi from whom Soru would need guidence, this was the one best suited to his needs. His words rang in the air like a bell, repeating itself over and over again in Soru's head. He was right. Soru mustn't let these emotions get in the way of what was ultimately his duty, for in the end, they would lead to the Dark Side. Jasufar had told him this as well, and now more than ever, Soru felt the need to remember the Wookiee master's words more than ever before. "So this was what it felt like to be in the battlefield, to watch people who had been your friends die," thought Soru. This suffering had to end, one way or another.
Suddenly, Soru began to remember something from his battle with Jorus, and decided to ask guidence from his new master.
[glow=purple,2,000]Master, I have recently fought against Jorus Valok. He is a powerful opponent but I felt I was a match for him. The problem is that when I fought him, I felt the touch of the Dark Side. I am troubled, for it was the first time I ever felt such a thing, and strangely enough, I found it attractive. Tell me Master, is there a way to avoid its touch? I am afraid of drowning.[/glow]
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Post by yasser on Mar 17, 2005 16:58:32 GMT -5
Ragab nodded his head. This was normal of several Padawans, but curable.
[shadow=navy,left,300]Soru, it is of our nature to crave power, and the Dark Side is the fastest route to absolute power, but also the best catalyst for doom, like a flame attracting a naive moth only to burn it. The next time you feel seduced, remember the innocent lives ruined by the Dark Side and ask yourself if you really wish to be part of such a side.[/shadow]
Ragab went back a few paces, and produced something from his pocket.
[shadow=navy,left,300]Your first test as my padawan. You are to confront this Jorus again, and plant this homing beacon in his interrogator. Don't be overconfident as this will get you killed. May the Force be with you. Don't go dying on me, boy.[/shadow]
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Post by AG on Mar 18, 2005 5:35:52 GMT -5
Soru took those wise words, letting them slowly sink into his brain so he would inderstand them fully. He would need them in his assignment, for he was sure the Dark Side would lay its touch upon him as soon as he would enter Mos Espa. Ragab was right. Soru would never want to be part of such a decadent side of the Force. Jasufar had once said that while the Dark Side offers powers some even believe to be un-natural, it ultimately destroys you, for evil always ends up turning on itself. Soru did not want that to happen to him. While he did have an impulsive nature and aggressive edge to his character, Soru essentially wanted to do good in this galaxy, to help its people, because they would be lost without the Jedi.
[shadow=purple,left,000]I will remember your words, Master. I have a feeling there could not have been any truer guidence than the one you have just given me. I promise that I will not fail you in my task. I will report to you when I have done my job.[/shadow]
Soru then walked towards a nearby speeder and gave the man a handful of credits so he could borrow it for the time being. As Soru hopped on the vehicle, its engines rumbled to life and sped off into the distance.
**move Soru to Mos Espa**
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Post by AG on Mar 18, 2005 5:52:39 GMT -5
Ragab's comlink began to bleep constantly for several seconds before Ragab picked it up from his belt. It was Soru, opening a transmission with his master.
[shadow=purple,left,000]Master, I have placed the tracker bug on Jorus's ship. What shall we do next?[/shadow]
Soru waited patiently for a response from his new master, thinking his task would'nt end here.
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 4, 2006 13:32:12 GMT -5
Grejj's Starfeld exited hyperspace in the Tatooine system, for a while they floated until Grejj ignited the ion engines and they burst foward.The two of them had not talked during the whole hyperspace journey, niether had either of them attempted to start a conversation. When it became the silence became to unbearable he had retired to his quarters and had gone to bed, leaving Bex to watch the ship. However, he had kept a blaster close to his side and had slept very lightly, almost with one eye open in order to catch Bex out if he tried anything funny. To Grejj's suprise he hadn't, maybe all Bex really wanted was to serve on his ship, period, but he couldn't help feeling that he had an alterior motive. He had decided that he would confront him about it later...
The planet of Tatooine was largly covered in desert, what civilization did exist consisted of three main citites in his eyes: Mos Espa, Mos Eisely and Anchorhead, where they were currently heading and everything between that consisted of moisture farms and Tusken camps. Tatooine however, was popular with the black market and if you were looking for parts or any other piece of junk, you could be sure to find it there. However, he would have to be careful that his presence didn't become too evident for he had crossed the Hutts many times and they had issues to solve which meant him being fed to the Rancors. It was a risk coming here but he was sure to be able to sell Cortosis here.
Grejj landed his freighter in an open top hangar and released the landing gear, touching down softly. Grejj turned to Bex.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Well... you coming?[/shadow] [/glow]
Bex was silent, his furry arms were crossed over his chest, he turned his head away slightly, hinting he was ignoring him. Grejj sighed...
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Fine be that way, you overgrown cat...[/shadow][/glow]
Grejj was making his way out of the cockpit when Bex spoke.
[glow=Orange,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]I know you don't trust me Grejj but my intentions are good, I swear my life upon it. I will not betray you... I shall follow[/shadow][/glow]
Grejj turned to face Bex.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Good. C'mon, we've got work to do and money to earn...[/shadow][/glow]
The two paced down the ramp, Grejj turned to Bex.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]On second thought, I need you to stay here and guard the ship. Let's just say that people know me... I'll be back soon ok?[/shadow][/glow]
Bex frowned, "friends huh? more like enemies. How does he get himself into such trouble all the time?... oh well" he thought to himself. He turned and renetered the ship, heading to the cargo hold enhance the Echani blade that had been passed down to him by his ancsetors. Also made of Cortosis, the handel was now aging and he was sure Grejj wouldn't mind him using some of it.
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Grejj walked at a quickened pace, dodging suspicious people he considered to be agents of the Hutts. Fortunantely he had not been approached and therefore he slowed a bit as he got closer to his destination. On the many times that he had visited Tatooine, over time he had come to know a local trader, a Dugg by the name of Sev J'ur Luup, he was reliable and trustworthy but most of all he had the funds that he needed to make a good sell. Once there he stepped inside the hut, all was gloomy inside and no one was to be seen. A few lights flickered on and off and some maintenance droids lurked in the shadows, tending to their duties. "hmmm, that's wierd, it's not like Sev to leave the counter..." he thought to himself.
Taking a couple of steps foward he heard Sev shouting out back in the junkyard, he grinned. "I thought so..." Heading outside into the blaring sunlight, he spotted Sev fixing what seemed to be a hyperdrive, he had probably salvaged it and had found that it was more difficult to repair then he originally thought.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Sev, got some time? got an offer...[/shadow][/glow]
The Dugg pivoted on his long backarms and paced over, heightening himself by stretching upwards.
Oh yeah? what do you have that could possibly interest me?
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Cortosis and plenty of it, I'll sell it for a good price too...[/shadow][/glow]
The Dugg lowered himself again and stroked his chin, instantly a wide grin spread across his face.
Let's talk buisness, Grejj...
The two headed back into the hut. Maybe Grejj would finally get some hard cash...
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 6, 2006 8:08:15 GMT -5
Sev had showed Grejj a seat, a gesture he rarely showed to most of his dealers, obviously he was interested in his offer which was good. He had taken the seat whilst Sev had lifted himself onto a stool close to his. The Dugg crossed his legs and leaned foward.
Now you were saying Cortosis... quite a rare product to come by these days, could get killed for even having the slightest bit of it. If the Regency found out that you had anything of that sort on your ship, you would be a dead man my friend. So it's just as well that you came to one who you could trust, now let's talk price. I will give you 20K Regency credits, how's that sound?
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]20k are you joking, do you know what I had to go through to get this stuff?! I at least want double that...[/shadow][/glow]
The Dugg stroked his chin, mulling over the offer. He could pay that sum but the thing is with scum like this over the galaxy is that they were all greedy and were only concerned about themselves and no one else so it was no suprise to Grejj when Sev tried to haggle...
It hadn't, Grejj had persisted and Sev had given in. 40,000 it was. It olny seemed fair for the amount of Cortosis that Grejj was giving. Anyway 40,000 would be enough for the two of them to survive on if there happened to be a lack in work, they could take it easy not worrying about supplies or work.
Grejj got up.
[glow=Teal,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]My ship's in hangar B-LL 10. See you there soon...[/shadow][/glow]
Grejj stepped out into the sandy streets of Anchorhead, the baking sun glaring down at him, the heat intense as ever as he trudged back to his ship.
Meanwhile Sev grinned, his broken teeth gritted within the confines of his poorly kept mouth. Rubbing his hands together he skipped back in on his forearms. One would have expected a respectable trader such as he to keep his end of the deal but certain people were consumed by the greed that existed within the walls of Anchorhead. Therefore, Sev, being consumed by the evil spirit called "Greed" was about to claim a massive bounty on Grejj's head by calling the Hutts, they had wanted to see him for along time and the money was double what he would have to pay for the Cortosis but then again with the Hutts on his side, he wouldn't have to. Sev cackled as he went tom contact the Hutts...
Grejj was in trouble again....
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