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Skye uses Force grip to grab a piece of debris before it falls on her and with a simple flick of her wrist tosses it to the side.
"I want to help win this war. I want to help these people."
The air seems to crackle with electricity, causing the hair on the back of Jason's neck to stand on end. Skye looks up, her eyes a cold steel blue.
"Whatever I have to do..."
...Kote Te't, Mandalorian Armada; above Serroco...
Serroco burns, Mandalore thinks to himself. It is a start.
OMG guys. I am so sorry! Life just got in my way and I haven't had the time to get on and post. I do miss you all and the RPGs so I'll do my best to get on and post as often as I can. I be back to post later. 
Damns the hackerz! 
Well, hey, everyone likes the bad girl. You've got to admit the bad chick is always sexy as hell. lol
Yes. Yes I am... and I'm damn proud of it. XD
Xvan steps towards Kavar, towering over the Jedi with his formidable heigth. "We are no mere Mandalorians, Jedi. We are Kovasn. Built for combat and bred for war. We are what gods aspire to be."
Akson steps forward, brushing Xvan lightly with his bulky figure. Xvan always was a show off and one for big talk and no action. Akson looks down at Kavar, a look of respect hidden beneath the scorched and scarred helmet he wore. "We are here to help you, Jedi." He looks around at the current situation.
"It seems the Sith have already struck here. I apologize for our late arrival."
...Destiny's Pawn; upper decks, Conference Hall...
Revan taps her fingers impatiently against the metal table. She watched as all the men in the room shifted uneasily in their chairs, trying to avoid eye contact. She could almost smell their fear. It was riveting. Intoxicating.
This was power. Malak walks into the room, his eyes immediately locking with Revan's. Their earlier... encounter in Revan's chambers had been breathtaking. Literally. He was still suffering with the side effects.
He seems to glide across the room before he stands beside Revan. She stands to greet him in almost a friendly manner before placing a light kiss against his cold, metal jaw. Whether it was as an act of endeaerment or a reminder of what he had lost Malak chose not to dwell on at the moment.
He'd given her a taste of who she was dealing with now. She'd be smart not to provoke him.
Malak bends to whisper in Revan's ear. "Where is she?" His voice was deep now. Gruff with a twist of mechanical. It sent shivers down Revan's spine and Malak loved that.
"I'm having them bring her to us," she answers in the same low tone.
"What are we going to do with her?"
Revan smiles slightly. "I'm sending her back to Coruscant."
...En route to Coruscant...
He had been right. Revan felt what Lori was and she was threatened by her because Lori was something more powerful than she or Malak could ever hope to be. She was empty. A hole in the Force. Death.
Revan was sending her back to Coruscant because she knew the Jedi Council would exile her for her actions. They would completely cut whatever connection she had left and Lori would disappear.
But Mortis had other plans...
Skye smiles slyly. "Why, I'm a Jedi. I can do more than twirl a lightsaber around. Besides, the Mandalorians aren't really paying attention to incoming vessels. Only outgoing. They've got their hands tied with that mess... although I did make taht situation a bit more difficult for them..."
...Tal'din, Mandalorian Armada; above Serroco...
The Mandalorian engineer fumbles with the machinery. "What do you mean the tractor beams just stopped working you idiot?!"
The Mandalorian growls. "Hey, you're the smart-ass here! You tell me."
...Downfall, personal chambers...
Revan nods in agreement, holding up her arms weakly for Alek to pick her up or even carry her. "I know... it was..."
She shivers with the memory. "Don't leave me..." she whispers in Alek's ear as he picks her up.
Rane shoves the Sith holocron into the bag the Elder handed him, hating the way it made his skin crawl when he touched it. It... called to him. Like nothing else ever would. The taint was still there... after all these years. He really didn't have much faith in himself to withstand what they would face later on. But he had... some faith in Vector. He believed the Jedi would protect Sara no matter what.
Even if that meant killing Rane.
Rane turns back to Arvisikh and holds out his hand. Arvisikh merely looks at it and shakes his head. "I've stated my opinion on the matter," he said slowly in his native language so Rane's still throbbing brain could piece the words together.
"I am washing my hands of the matter, Rane. If you go down this road... I won't follow this time."
"I didn't ask you to, Arvisikh," Rane spits out. "You paid your damn debt, that's all this was!"
"Put at what cost?" Arvisikh asks somberly. "This path is dangerous and you know it. You forget who I am, Rane," Arvisikh growls. "I can see what you hide from Sara and the other Jedi. Being around her... I don't know what it did to you. But be sure you know I can see it calling to you, clawing at you, and you're slowly slipping up. It won't be too long now. You'll have to do it soon... friend."
Rane nods sadly. It had been too long. He should have done it years ago... but, no. Not right now. Not when he was so close to getting her back. Maybe that could change it all. Change him. He had to try.
"If I don't come back..." Rane begins.
Arvisikh nods in understanding as Rane heads towards the exit of the hut. Rane glances over his shoulder. "If I do come back... just be ready... friend."
And with that he leaves.
...Hanger...
Sara doesn't turn to look at Vector as he walks into the hanger. She didn't want anyone around her. Not right now. She shivers. She could still feel that... thing... whatever it was slithering over her skin. She shouldn't have done it... but she had too. She would have hated herself if she hadn't have tried.
But she did save him in the end. Or had she? She had felt something chillingly familiar in him after he woke up and it scared her to her very bones. Like there was something else there... someone else. But she couldn't go around assumming things. He wouldn't do it again. He'd said so... and Rane always kept his word.
She quickly wipes away the tears from her eyes and cheeks and Vector comes up behind her.
*sigh* But they don't care what we think. They only care about the money. And according to WoW a SW MMORPG would them tons of it.
All right!
And just so it's established... I am bringing the tacos... me... and only me. ^_^
Whoo! Now we just need hunky football players and sexy cheerleaders in short skirts. 
Goodness I can never get more than one post in without these damn Sergeants and whatnot messing with me. I swear they're addicted to me. It's not healthy. lol I'll be around later... or tomorrow. Sometime when I can get them to stand on there own for more than ten minutes.
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True. I tried working that. It's what really helped me get faces down and whatnot. Still, think I might need the anatomy book to help with the body problems I'm still having.
Ooh... that was worded awkward. lol
Darkside rules... just to put that out there. ^_^ We always have more fun.
The Sith hisses, as if the very words of the Jedi Code burn his skin. He easily outmaneuvers Kavar, rushing towards the Jedi before sliding under his attack; in the process knocking Kavar off his feet and cutting a slip of fabric from the Jedi's robes.
"A souvenir," he smiles holding up the piece of cloth. "I want to have some kind of trophy left after I fry you!"
The Sith deactivates his lightsaber and the air around the two suddenly crackles to life with electricity. The lightning emerges on his fingertips before crawling up his arm until it consumes his entire upper body. He releases a haunting laugh, hitting the walls around Kavar with whips of lightning.
Suddenly the door at the far end of the hallway opens and two what would appear to be large Mandalorian soldiers step onto the makeshift battlefield. The Sith growls, losing his concerntration, and his lightning seems to evaporate as he takes a step back.
Though he doesn't say anything he looks at Kavar with a glare that seems to scream "Cheater!" The Sith suddenly pulls another lightsaber barrel from his cloak. But this on was different than his Sith assassin one... this one was a Jedi's. The Sith activates the lightsaber, the crystal built into the magnificent weapon emitting a pure blue light that seems to radiate through the entire blade.
But something was off. Kavar could hear the weapon screaming through the Force, the proud cry telling of all the lives it had ended, the chaos it had wrought. It was a Jedi's lightsaber... but it had been held by a Sith.
"Until we meet again," the Sith whispers through the Force.
With that he throws the lightsaber, the blue blur barely missing Kavar as it flies down the hallway before lodging into the wall. There was something about the lightsaber that seem familiar to Kavar... as if he had known the Jedi who's hands had crafted it. Yes that was it!
He turns his attention immediately back to the Sith, questions flooding his mind... but the intruder was gone. All he left behind were dead bodies and the eerie blue lightsaber...
Lori's lightsaber.
...Destiny's Pawn; upper decks, Revan's personal chamber...
Revan watches as the door to her room slides open and Malak walks in. She had expected him to survive... and at the same time, she hadn't. Either way, the doctor had done a marvelous job fixing his jaw from what she could see. She smiles as Malak walks towards her.
There was something... different about him now. There was a magneficent power about him that hadn't been there earlier... a dark taint that made her lick her lips in anticipation. He stands above her, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it back, forcing her to lay back onto the bed. He whispers her name as he moves onto the bed with her.
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Though Revan is technically the Dark Lord of the Sith now... Malak does have his "I'm the boss" moments. ~_^
I just typed the whole thing and it logged me out... I'm so pissed off right now...
I'll be back to post later. Got to get my ideas back straight now.
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Rane huffs faintly but doesn't open his eyes again, doesn't turn to look at the Jedi. He didn't like the man but it was Sara's safety he cared about above all else. Her. Vector didn't matter. Cratus didn't matter. Nothing else. Vector said he would give his life for her... believed Rane would too.
Poor Jedi, he thinks to himself. You still don't understand... I died for her long ago...
Rane shifts slightly, listening as Vector leaves the medicine hut. At the moment he didn't even trust himself but he would have to trust Vector...
Arvisikh watches as Vector leaves before turning back to Rane, who is now glaring at him.
"Where is it?" Rane asks suddenly.
Arvisikh shakes his head. "Thi-sea is what-a caus-ses yours fe-t to ba-gin-s wit. It-sa dan-grr-us. Yous dan-grr-us." The Noghri takes a step back and his bodyguard get the hint, stepping towards Rane.
Rane growls. "I'm fine... now, Arvisikhh," he slurs the name a bit. "Just give the damn thing to me!"
"I-s tr-ing to pro-tectt yous... and li-kle cyra'ika..."
Rane makes his way into a sitting position, swinging his legs over the edge of the metal bed. "We'll be... fine," he says with a deep breath. "Give it to me... and I'll leave... I'll never come back... he won't know... you were involved..."
"He-sa bi-n knows-ing tha-k. Thee Noghri cans pro-tectt the-er owns. I-s worr-in 'bout yous. Sar-ra. Even de Jed-ei no knows-ing bout wh-et yous do-an."
"And none of them... need to know..." Rane says, forcing the feeling of pain to a remote part of his brain. "I'm doing this for her... them," he spits out. "They don't know what they're doing. They're falling into a trap and none of them see it!"
Arvisikh sighs before looking over at one of the Noghri Elders. The Elders steps forward with a small bag which seems to be emitting a faint red light. The Elder reaches into it and pulls out a Sith holocron. Rane stares at it for a moment, forcing the whispers slithering through his mind to silence, and pushing away the rage clawing at his very soul.
This little thing had almost killed him. And it could still do terrible things...
Thank you very much,
Your adoring fans that want you to drop OR and make KotOR III (as kick assingly as possible) already.
Now where's Jest with the envelope? 
Yeah, it really does because we already know Jest thinks I'm sexy so there's really nothing more to discuss on the subject...
So... who wants tacos?!
See? Wish I could do stuff like that but I cannot draw people to save my life. I can do everything else... just not that. I have problems with their bodies and stuff. It's an issue I'm working on. lol
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