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Aug 30, 2005 20:24:22 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Aug 30, 2005 20:24:22 GMT -5
((It was training. None of this was indicated previously, thus meaning godmod. Please explain how you could have a RIFLE hidden in your hair! And you cannot rip your binding to pieces. You are still human, no matter what raised you. This is a mod ruling. If there is any further impossibilities, I will take this to an admin. As well, please quit stealing Episode III lines. They do not serve to further your character's originalities. That goes to all; I am certain I could get the admins on my case on that as well.)) Myth smiled dryly, sensing her new apprentice's opening to the darkside, and the ship sped on through hyperspace to it's destination. She knew he couldn't resist; indeed, he had already fallen into her ways, focusing on his pain to break through to his core. He would be a good apprentice, perhaps in a way better than Raze who had come to her broken. She would break this Jedi's will, tear his mind to pieces, and in the end he would be no better than she, if he survived. It was a fairly large if. Survival of the fittest, as it always worked.
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Aug 31, 2005 18:27:55 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Aug 31, 2005 18:27:55 GMT -5
((Yaeh, how does that work with it in his hair. Wait, is a concussion rifle a weapon of mass destruction? It is on JKJA.))
After Cluge's temporary healing, his thoughts ventured to the consequences of only one hand.Either I learn to fight with my left, or retrain my self with a robotic hand. It seems that the former will have to do for now. This space is too confining, can't practise here. What styles utilize the left hand anyway? He went thorugh his mind for styles that would suit him now. His former style, Form IV, won't be any good. Form X might help. It utilizes the fighting with two lightsabres, but Cluge would only use his left handsabre.
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Sept 5, 2005 19:21:37 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 5, 2005 19:21:37 GMT -5
((Its's been several days, so I'm going to post again, totally obeying the 3-day post rule.))
Cluge got up and walked towards the front of the pod. He obsereved the Twi'lek piloting the craft. She was strongly built for a Twi'lek, and her eyes glowing with an inner radiance. He had to tread carefully with her. She could churn him to dust with a look. Each desiscion had to be wheighed delicately from now on, or further-- HE felt the stump of what was left of his arm-- injuries may occur.
He sat down in the co-pilot seat as they made their descent. He hated Space travel.
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Sept 8, 2005 18:30:59 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Sept 8, 2005 18:30:59 GMT -5
"Well, then you fly it," she growled, and stood up to offer the controls. They were in orbit above Ord Mantell, a planet as full of scum as Tatooine.
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Sept 8, 2005 18:41:31 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 8, 2005 18:41:31 GMT -5
The ship suddendly rocked and started to fall into the atmosphere. The ship's falling! Cluge had no experience with fying, but he had seen Master Eisley fly hers, how hard could this be? He grabbed the axis-stick and yanked hard. The ship lurched in defiance. Obviously, Seeing and doing are two entierly different things. Red marks streaked across the window, making it imbossible to see. Wait, Cluge didn't need to see, he could use the Force to guide him through the atmosphere. with his hand on the sitck, his arm with out the hand extended, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt a small runway right below them. His hand glided the ship into a steep decline, with the heat on the duraglass increasing. About two hundred miles above the runway, he hit the throttle to the top, making the ship shudder with such violence, he was surprised ut did not explode from the abuse. Cluge started counting off the miles in his head. "175, 150, 125..." At one hundred miles in the air he cut the power to the afterburners and brought the nose level to the horizon, and punched the retrothrusters. The sudden air resistence and thruster combination, brought the ship to such a schreeching halt that the people inside felt their bodies make eternalt imprints in their seats. The ship landed as gentle as a morning breeze and Cluge collasped in his seat, nearly exhausted.
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Sept 13, 2005 21:46:50 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Sept 13, 2005 21:46:50 GMT -5
//thread shift...//
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Sept 14, 2005 17:53:05 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Sept 14, 2005 17:53:05 GMT -5
((What does that mean? moving the thread?))
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Sept 14, 2005 18:02:20 GMT -5
Post by Absolon on Sept 14, 2005 18:02:20 GMT -5
((It means you are going to another thread))
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Oct 2, 2005 18:17:46 GMT -5
Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 2, 2005 18:17:46 GMT -5
((From Myrkr))
Being plunged back into the Force was one thing; the sudden pressuring effect was another completely. The small pyramidal shape dropped from Elachi's hand to the floor as he lurched forward slightly, a feeling of nausea washing over him as the object seemed to exude tendrils of dark energy. "A holocron," he gasped.
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Oct 2, 2005 19:51:16 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 2, 2005 19:51:16 GMT -5
Lania flinched, the effect sworling through her mind like a cloud of black gas, and almost made her swirl back into Myrkr's atmosphere, and out of the Force. If it wasn't just the holocron, it was the feeling of having another Force sensitive in the ship with her... alone with someone who was in all honesty her enemy.
"Interesting," she murmured, reaching out to bring it to her hand, examining it. "I didn't know there were many of these left in existance."
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Oct 9, 2005 20:44:07 GMT -5
Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 9, 2005 20:44:07 GMT -5
It took considerable effort on Elachi's part to face and push through the overwhelming darkness that pervaded his senses. The feeling was not unlike being smothered under layers of crimson, almost some sort of non-liquid blood, and made him far more aware now than before that he was in the same cockpit as (and perhaps even working alongside) a Sith.
Danger! his senses screamed.
Instead, he asked her, his voice steady as if it were being controlled by a separate being: "Did you know what it was when you bought it?"
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Oct 11, 2005 2:34:26 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 11, 2005 2:34:26 GMT -5
"N-no," Lania stammered, suddenly feeling an odd catch to his emotions that made her draw back in fear. "She just claimed it was my order, claimed that I was suppose to have it... I've only ordered lightsaber crystals through their ring..."
The sudden reopening to the Force threw her into a completely terrified existance, as if now afraid he would crush her existance. The Sith raised her hands slightly in front of her face. "It's not my fault! Honest!" She could hear it, unspoken in her far less controlled tone. Don't hurt me...
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Oct 14, 2005 5:10:01 GMT -5
Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 14, 2005 5:10:01 GMT -5
The pressure in his mind was steadily growing, its sub-sentient will to dominate obvious to him. He kept trying to fight it off, but knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up forever if the holocron's power surge didn't die down. Some dim part of his mind supposed it was making up for lost time spent on Myrkr...?
"It should be destroyed," he decided.
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Oct 17, 2005 19:00:22 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 17, 2005 19:00:22 GMT -5
//can't.. its a plot device...//
Lania shook her head. "No... you... should bring it back to the jedi Temple... give it to the masters there. They may be able to figure it out, use it..." The sith hesitated. "Use it against the sith."
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Oct 18, 2005 16:26:25 GMT -5
Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 18, 2005 16:26:25 GMT -5
((Heh...which of course Elachi doesn't know. So cruel to the characters, eh? *grins*))
"Against...?" He gave her a questioning look, the surprise distracting him in part from the oppressing aura of the holocron. "Will you be returning, then?"
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Oct 19, 2005 23:38:19 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 19, 2005 23:38:19 GMT -5
//not a surprise that you'd be mean to him, honestly.//
She pursed her lips, silent for a moment. "If I'm not killed on first sight or held down for interogation, i shall be... for... a while, at least. There's someone there I have to talk to." someone who thinks I'm dead.
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Oct 27, 2005 20:59:26 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Oct 27, 2005 20:59:26 GMT -5
((OOH, OOH! Can I guess? I think i know! ))
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Oct 27, 2005 22:10:22 GMT -5
Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 27, 2005 22:10:22 GMT -5
((No... you don't. It has nothing to do with your sister.)) Taania felt cold when she was sent back into space from Tatooine. Not merely from the temperature change, no... it was the black feeling in her heart. It was that feeling of loss, as if something had drained so much from her body and her mind that there was no turning back, no avoiding that shadow threatening to engulf her. No emotion... her mind whispered, betraying her. She reached for her comm unit, then stopped, hand wavering over it for a moment. Is this really a betrayal? The 'Jedi Master' considered it for a moment, then dropped her hand to the hologram unit, keying in what was once a familiar code. Where are you, Lania. Or are you Shadow now?
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Oct 28, 2005 2:28:28 GMT -5
Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 28, 2005 2:28:28 GMT -5
"Then you should get your opportunity to," Elachi decided, suppressing his urge to take the holocron and jettison it. "Perhaps I'll be able to assist you with that."
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Nov 15, 2005 13:22:11 GMT -5
Post by Maximum Ride on Nov 15, 2005 13:22:11 GMT -5
She pulled a strand of black hair behind her ear. Jorah had dyed it, but her natural brown roots were showing. They were getting ready to descend through Coruscant's atmosphere. She was on a normal transporter, since she had no ship of her own. The voice of a computer rang through the ship, telling the short time that it would take to dock, and to travel with them soon. Jorah ran her hand over her large belly, sighing with relief, they had made it. We're not all the way there yet, Jorah, don't get your hopes up yet. And yet, as she descended to ramp, she felt that it would be ok. She still kept a hand on her blaster, and hailed a cab the Jedi Temple.
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