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Post by Jo on Jan 27, 2007 15:04:12 GMT -5
Seven hundrend and fifty years BBY(Before the battle of Yavin 4) one of the greatest travesties happened. Was had happened on the newely allianced planet, Ashpakittet. They had no chance of survival if they battled alone. Petitioning help from the Republic on Couroscant and also notifying the Jedi Council, the people hoped they would come in time. Quickly sending reconisence showed much of the once bautiful planet in ruins. Few Jedi of the order beleived that swift action to the unknown invaders would be best. The Council objected that action to focus their minds and wait for an idea that could peacefully solve this dilemma. But was it would happen three rogue Jedi's choce to ignore the teaching of the council. The enemy of the planet had forseen outside help so they baracaded the planet. Fleets after fleets came, the first wave of the republic soldiers either died or were repelled. The three Jedi padawans had reformed the fleets into military genius. Their tactics unmatched, of course casualties had happened. The republic saved the planet with the valiant help of Jamillia Muani, Carthus NeDuba and Farha Vensuke.
The technology of their enemy was unkown to the Republic. When asking the remaining members of the Ashpackittet government they had explained the threat was the Falleen. Their fleets decimated, their people scattered to the bitter ends of the universe.
The republic and the Jedi Generals stayed for a few months to help rebuild some of the smaller towns and the Capital city. As the galactic fleet left a new threat arose. The appointed ruler had turned on his own people. Enslaving them, selling them as entertainers, personal attendents to crime organizations, and as pleasure slaves. The once free, artistic and peace loving, people of the Zralous System were no more.
Date: 700 BBY As the starship docked on the busy planet of Coruscant, the few crew members from the last mission got off muttering about how the captain will never find anyone good as them. The captain looked in the job applications place to replace his crew members. [Note: This is where we begin. If anyone wants to be the captain then be my guest because I'm not going to be.]
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Post by D on Jan 29, 2007 1:07:44 GMT -5
"Now really, attack me! Use all your might and strength! Imagine protecting the lives of all and of yourself, Child!" The Padawan twirled her lightsaber and threw it into the air. She caught it and attempted to stab her Master. "Your form is weak, move!" The master's palm shot outwards and the young child was forced into the air and landed on the ground. The child slid and slid until her head gently tapped a rock. Her master laughed and pulled his hand back, using the force to pull a pail of water and pour it onto the Padawan's head.
"Master," She said sounding exasperated, "you didn't have to do that!" He had just poured ice cold water onto her and was now drenched in the stuff. The Padawan stood up and sighed. "Why can't I become better? I want to be like you, Master...Please...Please help!" The master only laughed and put his hand on her head, messing up her neatly tied up hair. "Oh, child, you'll get better. I won't die until you are the best."
"The best? I'm not the best...and you left me before that...I told you not to go, but yet you still did. Old fool, got himself killed." A girl muttered. She was wearing a mechanic's uniform, including boots and gloves. "Oh, you're currently doing something, Never mind then." A droid said to her and she simply threw a tool at it. "What?" The girl tied up her long, brown hair and lifted up her goggles to expose dark blue eyes that matched the night sky.
"Why are you so bitter?" The droid asked in its toneless voice. "None of your concern, gear-head." She had once been a Jedi, but that was in the past. Her Master had been a fatherly figure to her, for she had no one else, and the fool had managed to get himself killed. He had been the same person who had promised her so many things, but failed to fulfill them. She no longer had trust in him, nor other Jedi, so she simply disappeared from them. "You can help repair a ship in hangar ten..." She grunted and followed the droid.
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Post by Jo on Jan 31, 2007 1:57:17 GMT -5
" Co - me.... in..... starship..... wrecked..... permission..... dock" The distorted message had forwarned the men at the control station. They had contacted a team of qualified doctors, a few selected mechanics, a droid maitenence worker, and several officials of the Galactic Republic. Once the ship had docked on the landing pad the ship had opened up to reveal a blood soaked man stumbling onto the concrete surface, he collapse onto his knees cluching his side. " Please go and help the others" he gasped out before slumping face forwards on the ground. The mechanics wouldn't here here to repair the ship until later on. The medics how ever leaped into action, searching the ship for any survivors. They had found a womnan and placed the body onto a stretcher, the medical droids working furiously to help stabilize the patient. Their efforts had merited them with a steady heart beat but the woman was still going to be unconcious for the next few hours at a minimum.
" Ma'am please wake up" the cold unhuman voice called out. The woman's eyes slowly opened to only sting from the Koito in the tank, this miraculous watery substance saved her life. The world to this female human was still quite hazy. " Please state you name and occupation" voiced out the synthesized sound. " My name..... my name... is Kira Naberrie. I-I was the personal.... handmaiden of...... Queen Kylantha of the Empress Teta System" she murmured.
" Identity is now verified" stated the droid. " Good night" with that the droid pressed a yellow button and the woman known as Kira Naberrie peacefully returned to a world of perpetual grey clouds and rain.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 31, 2007 21:26:42 GMT -5
The training droid buzzed around me as a Blinded man stood motionless. He was standing In a very ornate hall that was alive with activity. He reached under his mud-brown cloak and slowly withdrew a metallic handle, and hit a button. The green beam of light appeared and a small voice behind prompted him to begin. He raised the training saber (it was shorter and slightly less powerful) into an attack stance. The droid fired, and the saber raised to meet the lazer-like round. It deflected and the droid fired another round.He deflected it, and the cycle started again. after what seemed like forever, The middle-sized man was finally prompted to terminate the session. He took off the mask, reveling a boyish face, a furrowed brow, and light brunette hair, currently in a crew cut. The droid hovered down a small opening near the wall. "A great student you are, but too haughty are you. A path to the dark side, that is." "Yes master." "You have done well. Awaits you, the last challenge is," The small green man droned, "easy, it is not." "Yes master, I am eager to show you my worth." "Careful, you must be." He bowed deeply and gave a good -bye, and began to walk away. "Nitram Salokcin, I see greatness it you. Waste it, you must not."
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Post by V on Jan 31, 2007 22:34:46 GMT -5
The Bantha's secure, the strike teams in place, the Tatooine sand people began setting up for an ambush raid. Their target was simple. A small party of Jawas heading back to their sand crawler, after a hijacking a shipment of droids. Foolish for them to be out at night, the time Tuskens are most active. The one in charge of the raid would fire the first shot. As he peered through the scope of his little rifle, the Jawas seemed to have hastened, as if they knew something was chasing them. Little did the raiding party know...something was. The shot was fired, and a cry came out from the lead tusken. The ambush party emerged, tusken cyclers, shock spears, and blaster rifles brandished. The Jawas prepared to fire back, but a creature who seemed to come out of the shadows wanted to make itself known. (I thinking mantis-esque thing from episode 2). With one wild blow, the head of a Jawa came flying at the tuskens. Dissonance formed, with the creature shrill, the Jawas shrieking, and the Tusken's gargling roars. Eventually, the Jawas were no more, and the creature turned on the tuskens. Their numbers were reduced quickly, until there was but one female left. She had been back up against a rock by the creature. She had no idea what it looked like, she could only tell it was in front of her. Being blind though, it could have been a thousand feet from her, and she still would not know where to go. Then she heard the sound of a weapon energizing, a single swinging sound, and the crash of a heavy body. "I see we have a new exile...they won't miss you if you're gone." A sinister voice began. "I am not exile!" The female tusken spoke as well as she could. "The banthas are all dead. I know your ways, Tusken." She heard the lightsabre coming up once more, before coming back down and "sheathing" itself. "But...I feel in a good mood today. How say we cut a deal?"
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Post by Jo on Feb 1, 2007 1:51:59 GMT -5
" Your room has finally finished being cleaned and swept for any unknown electronics devices. Since Senator Deppka had perished in the unfortunate attack, her royal highness Queen Kylantha wishes that you take the Senator's place until a new one can be properly selected" the cold and lifeless, inhuman voiced stated. The protocol droid quickly left the woman named Kira to her new surroundings. It has been nearly eight hours since she was in the infirmary. This planet had life all around it.... but much of these peoples lives held no meaning. They live, they eat, reproduce, and if lucky enough they loved. Her gaze soon set itself upon the Jedi tower. " How easy would it be to never love, never hate, never to feel emotions any more. But that... that is the Jedi's weakness" she whispered. The countless times she had encountered the Jedi at the enclave on Empress Teta. Their council there cautiously waiting everything out. Unlike the rest of the system. As the council moved their carefully plotted action, the rest of the universe would be in civil war. A silvery teardrop slides down her skin. The most cool breeze enveloped her. Wisps of hair fluttered in front of her rain colored eyes. " I am like an echo.... a wound from a horrendous battle that won't heal properly. My physical scars gone, the emotional cuts slashing me down every moment. My friends dead now, my Queen safe. This is my life. A life of fealty".
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Post by D on Feb 1, 2007 20:28:04 GMT -5
The woman made it to hangar ten and looked at the ship. They wanted her to repair a ship that had been sliced in half and she began to laugh hysterically. Her laughs where like a child, who had just been told a joke. The pilot looked at her, with a cocked eye brow, and asked, "What's your problem? I thought your one of the best mechanics and repairmen." She was silenced when he said there, but only began to laugh some more. They wanted her to fix a torn up ship and they were paying her part time for this. The woman stopped and looked at him, with a more serious look. "If you want me to fix this give me 2 months, pay me five-times I'm already being paid, or else." She was so far away from what she had been. The woman had once been so devoted to being a Jedi. She was once so obedient to the rules and followed her master like a hound. She had once been quiet and only spoke friendly to her Master. It made her laugh, now, that she had once been a Jedi. She hated the Jedi and the Sith, and that was why disappeared and ceased to exist, atleast as a Jedi. "What do you say, pilot?" She asked him with a small, evil grin. Her voice obviously gave out that she could really do something nasty to the man. The woman was a dangerous person. She could kill, run, and not get caught. No one really cared much when you were in the more worse part of the city. Not even the greatest city couldn't have a place were poverty thrived. No one could stop the laws being broken here, unless everything was eliminated.
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Post by Jo on Feb 1, 2007 21:17:22 GMT -5
The handmaiden dressed in her usual garments. Her copper hair curled, the spirals slipped back by a simple but beautiful, opal embedded headband. The dress she wore was more sleeping/evening inspired. The midnight purple slik clung to every curve on her body. The shape of the gown was perfection. The sleeves were thin black mesh material attatched to the actual dress. The front of the dress was more tasteful then one would have thought, no plunging neckline but a regular cut across the chest area. The lenght of the outfit was a little longer, just enough to conver the ankles. The back of the purple dress was left bare, and the final detail was a knee length slit in the back. To polish this look off the woman added a pair of black high heels.
Kira had left her apartment to look at the wreckage of the Tetaian royal cruiser. She had asked one of the guards in hallway to escort her. They came out of the building and got in an air taxi, traveling across the planet to location of her vessel. The two humans entered hangar ten to see a woman and a man arguing about the price of the star cruiser to be repaired. Kira Naberrie walked closer to the pair. " How critical is the condition of the star ship?" she asked the two people infront of her.
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Post by D on Feb 1, 2007 21:39:35 GMT -5
The pilot turned to Kira and kept quiet and the woman simply pointed to the ship. "It's been sliced in half...The nose is crushed...destroying its source of energy...Engine's bad too...thrusters are partially damaged. I can fix it, even though it doesn't look like it can...I'm not like other people." The woman said, re-examining the wreakage. The Tetaian royal cruiser was messed up bad, and it surprised the woman that it even got to this hangar. The nose was just a pile of scorched, crushed metal and it must of been cut in half because some emergency landing, but she didn't really care. It was just another pay job for her and she needed the money. She was one of the more poorer people out there. She turned to Kira and crossed her arms. "Is that all you need, Miss?" She asked, waiting for the Pilot's response. The woman wanted to know if he was going to take her offer or not, not like he had much of a choice anyways.
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Post by Jo on Feb 1, 2007 21:57:25 GMT -5
" No. I was also wondering how much it would cost to repair it to its revious condition" she asked the other female mechanic. If she could not return home in the royal cruiser then the temporary Senator would have to find another way to get to Empress Teta. Exhailing the long over due sigh the former handmaiden look at the woman waiting for an answer.
[ Alright credits are the currency. Dollars = credits. My person's planet is named Empress Teta and the star system is called Empress Teta system.... yes confusing but you'd have to look it up on Wikipedia to kinda understand it more.]
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Post by D on Feb 1, 2007 22:15:55 GMT -5
"700,000 credits. 350,000 for a replacement power source, 25,000 for parts of the thruster, and another 25,000 for other materials. Then the company gets most of what's left, which is 300,000...then that leaves me with 20,000. They cost alot 'cause I only buy the best to rebuild ships." The woman stretched and looked at the wreck. She was one of the more skilled mechanics and yet they didn't pay her much. 20,000 wasn't enough to get by with her, but it didn't matter, she would move to another company later. "Sorry it cost alot, but the materials are expensive and the ship is real bad... I would try to lower the price, but I doubt the company will agree." The mechanic sighed and shrugged. She turned to the ship again and sighed once more. It was going to be hard to repair it, but there was nothing the woman couldn't repair, Nothing.
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Post by Jo on Feb 1, 2007 22:25:20 GMT -5
" Alright then do what you can. I'll even quadruple your pay for this. And pay for the parts" she spoke to the female mechanic. She put something into the woman's hand. "This should be enough credits for what I'm asking of you". Kira's stare soon looked onto one of the astromech droids. One of the ones that saved the ship and the lone droid that survived the attack. " And if possible could you look at that astromech droid for me" she pointed to the machine. " Oh my apologies. I am Senator Kira Naberrie of the Empress Teta system and your name might be?" she inquired.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Feb 1, 2007 22:29:28 GMT -5
He could not remember much, but what he did destroyed him from the inside out. It must have been about 718 B.B.Y. The world was so perfect then, just not a thing out of place. A golden haired woman gazed down at him, a soft smile on her pale lips, and a drab jumpsuit covering her body. They were in a highly industrial city, Mygeeto. Everything was a dull Grey, and transports passed over their heads constantly. "Come here, baby! Walk to Mommy!" she held out a fair, but rough hand. He came to his feet and his knees quaked as he stumbled over to the woman. from here, nothing until, until, 708 B.B.Y. He was still in the shipping hub he called home, but a lot had changed. It had expanded, overgrown, died, and flourished yet again.He was on the cusp of adulthood now, his family celebrating the first teen years as the conduit. He was meeting his mother at the shipyard, humming a tune as he walked along. she had aged too, but more gracefully than the city. She was careful to get rid of any grays that had appeared. She wore her hair in a tight bun now, and she had been promoted to supervisor , so her build had degenerated as well. He heard a rhythmic thumping in the distance, barely there, but still existent. He quickened his pace. The further he walked, the louder it became. Finally he got to the shipyard, just in time to see a battalion of droids landing in the yard. He ran in, hiding behind crates, until he got to his mother's office. She was hiding behind her desk, blaster pistol at the ready. "Nitram! what are you doing here! get out before they find me!" "But-" I had stammered. "GO!" she motioned to a window. "I-" I was cut short. two security (red) type droids shot the door's lock off, and pushed it aside. A firefight broke out then, and she easily dispatched them. She shoved him toward a window, "Get out before any more arrive! NOW!" he reluctantly climbed out the window, sniffling as he did so. he pretended to hit the ground, and peeked through the window and saw just how right she was. five security droids came in guns blazing, and a bolt nicked her shoulder. She fell clutching her blackened arm, and two of the monsters came around and fired at the helpless woman for what seemed like forever. Through this, he hid his face under the window, but when the blasters stopped, he raised his head. He was met with a lifeless beige face, surveying the view from the window. He dropped to the ground running, praying to the gods that he did not get hit. Nitram jumped up in a fighting stance. He was sweating cold, but he was still in the Jedi temple, and he was still in my designated room. This happened no less that six days a week since then. He had cried so hard that day that he hasn't been unable to ever since. It was that day, so long ago that he vowed to do whatever it takes to destroy the filthy Sith and take revenge for what they had done so many years before.
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Post by D on Feb 1, 2007 22:35:47 GMT -5
"Ritalin Lolita, ex..." She paused and then spoke up again, "I'm Ritalin Lolita, a simple Mechanic, Ma'am. I'll look at that droid and fix your ship...Thank You...for your generosity." Ritalin looked to a toolbox and at her hand. When no one was looking, she would use some of her force to drag it over, but obviously someone was looking and she didn't want to get caught. Ritalin walked over to it and opened it. All her tools were here, including her lightsaber. She never used it and didn't even try to look at it, the saber was just hidden under her tools. "When do you need it by, Ma'am?" Ritalin asked, carefully setting up some of the tools she would need. She assembled one tool and took out another and tinkered with the buttons on one. She finally took out a scanner and used it to scan the wreakage for hidden damage. A few wires had been cut, but other than that it was alright. She then walked over to the astromech droid and examined it.
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Post by Jo on Feb 2, 2007 22:05:47 GMT -5
" To my recollection I shall not need the ship until a month and a half's time. If it is alright with you Miss Lolita. I would like to see your progress at the end of every week" she kindly spoke to the other woman. She looked at the astromech droid and smiled slightly. If it wasn't for that droid she would have died along with everyone else. But what peaked her interest was that someone attack the royal cruiser. Was it a failed assination attempt on her Majesty, or was someone trying to kill someone on the ship itself. She would contact Regent Jara later on in the day.
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