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Jan 27, 2005 9:44:41 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Jan 27, 2005 9:44:41 GMT -5
Raze stared at his shaking hands. "What just happened to me!?" He looked up at his master. "I'm confused milady!"
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Jan 28, 2005 15:49:10 GMT -5
Post by Myth Ceota on Jan 28, 2005 15:49:10 GMT -5
"It's called rage," Myth answered flatly, and deactivated the lightsaber. "You allowed yourself to get mad enough to the point where little would've stopped you-- beyond a fully trained sith."
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Jan 28, 2005 16:10:31 GMT -5
Post by Cy Otauna on Jan 28, 2005 16:10:31 GMT -5
She's worried about me. "Master I know this ship like a second skin." Xaria said over open comm. "Everything's fine." And it was, except...
Something like a fall. Darkness. Is that what Jedi think of me, as a detonator always ready to explode? I was forgiven by the Force, reconciled with Maul--is that's what that long-ago vision meant--but Jedi are still just human. It would take longer forthem to forgive and forget.
She heard the Tusken talking about the mission then, and comforatbly settled into go-to mode. No thinking. "So you're an enemy to them?" She asked Cluge. "No peace talks?"
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Jan 28, 2005 20:13:10 GMT -5
Post by Eisley the Mildly Insane on Jan 28, 2005 20:13:10 GMT -5
"I just don't want you hurt Xaria" Eisley could sense her Padawans feelings and they were rather strong. Anger still and worry.
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Jan 28, 2005 20:13:43 GMT -5
Post by sithhunter on Jan 28, 2005 20:13:43 GMT -5
Finaly they were in space on the way to kyshkk,raven set the coruse and said,so if no one has any objections let's get craking on that holocron.
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Jan 28, 2005 20:51:41 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jan 28, 2005 20:51:41 GMT -5
"I was banished under pain of death. They thought I was cursed and sent me away. The Tuskens now made a law to prevent this. 'No visitors.' I think that they mean it." Cluge lifted his head from the intercom to see the one place where he never wanted to be again. Tatooine.
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Jan 29, 2005 12:40:13 GMT -5
Post by Cy Otauna on Jan 29, 2005 12:40:13 GMT -5
"Ah. That explains it."
<to Tatooine?>
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Jan 29, 2005 15:05:54 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Jan 29, 2005 15:05:54 GMT -5
Raze looked at his master. "I understand know milady." He whispered. "I understand what you meant back on Curosant(sp?), about becoming the emotion."
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Jan 29, 2005 21:00:04 GMT -5
Post by Cluge of the Grey on Jan 29, 2005 21:00:04 GMT -5
((TO TATOOINE!
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Jan 31, 2005 10:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Witch King of Angmar on Jan 31, 2005 10:52:05 GMT -5
Atachittuk walked into the main room, and sat down at a work bench, and puled out some tools from his bag. "I have another holocron, if it will help us decode this one."
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Feb 2, 2005 2:16:18 GMT -5
Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Feb 2, 2005 2:16:18 GMT -5
/ah... nm my PM Faust./
Myth nodded. "Emotions are very powerful, and very deadly when used correctly. You would not have been able to kill me, of course..." She smiled viciously. "...however, you still could have done damage. It was necessary that you see your actions."
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Feb 2, 2005 9:53:59 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Feb 2, 2005 9:53:59 GMT -5
Raze nodded. "Yes milady, I understand." He lifted himself up to his feet and looked at her quietly, waiting for her next comment or for the next order she was to give him.
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Feb 3, 2005 1:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Myth Ceota on Feb 3, 2005 1:36:59 GMT -5
"We'll be reaching Corellia soon," Myth said, flatly. He had learned his lesson-- it showed in his eyes. "You may go and recover from that battle, or begin work on your lightsaber."
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Feb 3, 2005 1:38:45 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Feb 3, 2005 1:38:45 GMT -5
"I'll work on my lightsabe, milady." He whispered.
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Feb 3, 2005 1:45:03 GMT -5
Post by Myth Ceota on Feb 3, 2005 1:45:03 GMT -5
"Very well. You'll find basic power cells in the back." She tossed him a datapad. "And basic instructions."
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Feb 3, 2005 1:46:18 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Feb 3, 2005 1:46:18 GMT -5
"Yes milady." He muttered, walking off to both work on his lightsaber and to lick his wounds.
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Feb 3, 2005 1:48:09 GMT -5
Post by Myth Ceota on Feb 3, 2005 1:48:09 GMT -5
Myth smiled viciously, and returned to the front of the ship. She hadn't wounded Raze too badly, but it was enough to knock some basic sense into his thick head.
They would be arriving in a few hours, Coruscanti basic time.
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Feb 3, 2005 1:50:39 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Feb 3, 2005 1:50:39 GMT -5
Raze went to the back of the ship and sighed, he had been totally consumed by his rage. As he thought of this he began to rumage around for the componantes for his lightsabere.
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Feb 3, 2005 1:57:49 GMT -5
Post by Myth Ceota on Feb 3, 2005 1:57:49 GMT -5
Myth set the ship's auto pilot, and the alarms-- though she doubted she would need them, with the Force-- and sat back to catch some sleep.
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Feb 3, 2005 3:18:52 GMT -5
Post by Faust-Dark Lord Reborn on Feb 3, 2005 3:18:52 GMT -5
Raze started out by lining up all of his components. He looked down at the handle he had brought along with him, an old piece of a speeder. It was silver and was round, hollow, and long enough to be a lightsaber. He began to work.
He started by placing the power core into the casing with the insulation for it. He then placed the crystal chamber atop of the core and setting the main crystal inside. He took almost an hour aligning the secondary crystal, making sure it was perfect, knowing how important it was. He added the cycling field energizers as well as the energy modulation units.
Now was the time for the final touches. He added both the blade length adjust and the blade power adjust and connected them to the crystals. He added the stabilizing ring. He double checked all the systems to insure that nothing would go wrong electronically.
He was now ready to start customizing the lightsaber. He was attaching grip he had made by himself, a black grip that went up the entire lightsaber, it was comprised of many intertwining lines that formed a mist-like pattern on his lightsaber, yet offered a formidable grip from anywhere on the lightsaber, meaning it would be difficult for him to drop. He added a belt clip to the end. He, however, was not finished.
Along the side of the lightsaber he placed another small clip. He lifted his sleeve to reveal another small clip strapped to his arm, a place to hide one's lightsaber from view, to have it at ready at any time. When he needed it he would only have to think about his lightsaber and it would instantly spring from his forearm to his hand, ready to fight.
He sighed as he looked at his lightsaber, now he was finished. He looked at his lightsaber, it was mostly black thanks to the grip, yet had small slivers of silver showing. It was perfect for him, easily concealed on either his arm or belt. He looked at how much time had passed, six hours, it was lucky he had the datapad and all the parts or it probably would have taken days to do. That was when he heard a noise behind him.
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