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Well, firstly, I agree with TDLOTS. We all need to calm down for a change. Secondly, there have been so many N******s posers over the months, so it wouldn't be wise to start accusing people of being him. (Not that I'm saying any of you are) Thirdly, to hopefully end this discussion one and for all, I think it's settled that Clans won't appear on this specific site. If anyone -really- wants to continue discussing N******s, do it on private tells, or, if for some reason you feel it's -that- important, which I don't think many people will, then post a SINGLE topic about it, and don't mention it anywhere else. At least contain the talk about N******s if it really annoys you that much. (And yeah, TDLOTS, it was Moordrael.)

Silence. This is just stupid. Now you're intending on attacking someone who you ASSUME to be N******s because he took N******s' side. Well, incase you didn't notice, I took N******s' side as well. Really, you all made him look like Hitler reincarnate in the discussions about him. If you notice, most of his 'crimes' didn't even commence until that new guy joined who claimed to be N******s, as well as several others. If you actually believed that idiot was Nipehous first glance, you were being blinded fools who were just looking for a reason to hate N******s.

There was white everywhere, to the point where Azalray could barely see. Now he was glad to had the sense to go to his ship and grab a warmer jacket before going here. At first, he though it was unwise, but he felt so strongly attracted to this place that he almost couldn't resist. He knew where he was going, even if he couldn't see, even if he had never been here before.
Then, he saw something up ahead... it was an entrance to a cave! Azalray rushes inside.
"Finally... I was afraid the next time someone saw me I would be a statue..."
Going deeper into the cave, away from the cld, he notices that there's light coming from up ahead. At first, he suspects it's a fire, but then he realizes it's coming from the walls ahead. As he approcahes them, he also realizes that instead of the jagged walls of the cave, they're now smooth walls, with similar marking from the temple on Yahvin IV... except, these marking were glowing, and radiated warmth.
When he laid a hand on them, insetad of burning, he could feel the warmth spread throughout his body.
"... there's power in this place... much power... but, it's unique. It's not light, nor dark, but it's not neutral either. It's as if there's a perfect balance of the force within these walls... how could this be? The Light and Dark have completely different standards and principles. For them to me merged into one is... it's impossible, it's can't be..."
Azalray staggered for a moment, leaning onto the wall for support, stunned by the thought of perhaps finding the perect balance between liight and dark.
"... No, it can't be. It would have been disvcovered by now if it had... but, I need to be sure. I need to go deeper, see what's inside of this temple."
Azalray began walking down the dimly lit hallway of orange glowing symbols, leaning on the wall for support...

Mean while, on Yavin IV...

*Azalray leans against the pillar of a temple long since destoryed, on one of the higher platforms, his eyes closed in meditation. He's not fond of the traditional sitting stance; he prefers to meditate standing. Suddely his visible blue eye shoots open, and he stumbles back*

What... what is this horrible feeling... it... it feels like I felt when I was in the Dark side...

*Azalray falls on his knees and covers his head, trying to block out the feeling. Then, his eye turns white, as his head suddenly feels like it explodes. Throwing his head back, he screams a long, lingering scream of agony. His Master suddenly leaps up from a lower platform seventy feet below and runs beside him, dropping on his knees*

Master Sands: Ray?! Ray! What's wrong, what is it?!

*Then, as soon as it hit him, it vanishes, and his pupils return to his eyes. Panting, he stand up, leaning on his master for support*

Azalray: I... I don't know. It was like, I was overcome with the same burning feeling that I felt when... you know, I...

*Azalray cuts off, and stares at Master Sand's hand, being a cybernetic implant to replace his rea lhand he lost to Azalray in his time in the Dark Side*

Sands: I see... What exactly did you feel?

Azalray: I don't know. It's like, the entire Light Side just disappeared, and all I felt in the Force was that same Rage and Anger... Then I started seeing things...

Sands: Things?

Azalray: I don't know, it was strange. It felt like the visions I've had of past events, except, like, they haven't happened...

Sands: I know what your talking about... I think you've had your first Prophetic vision. And it's too bad it couldn't have been a memorable moment.

Azalray: Oh, I don't think I'll forget it anytime soon.

*both of them chuckling, they make their way out of the temple goround and back to their ship, the Crow's Talon, and sit on one of it's landing stilts*

Azalray: ... Sands, what do you thinks it means?

Sands: I don't know... Jedi Master is just a title, Azalray. You yourself should know that being called a Jedi Master by the council doesn't give you strength or Wisdom. That comes from experience... and from screwing up a lot, which is why I've become so wise myself.

*Azalray's face breaks out in a soft smile, but it quickly fades, and is replaced by a troubled look*

Sands: Listen... I think I'm going to be out here a few more days. These expeditions never interested you. Why don't you take the Crow and try to find out what that vision was about.

Azalray: Alright, I will... *begins climbing up the ramp*

Sands: Oh, and if you need me, I'll have my communicator.

Azalray: And ruin what time I have away from you? Not a chance. *smirks*

*Grinning, Master Sands steps away from the ship as the ramp closes, and the ship begins to rise in the air. With one last wave, the Ship departs, and disappears in the sky*

*wince* It always hurt to see a good idea go to waste.

Pie.

Fire or ice?

-Plus-, she had that cute British accent. That's always a plus in my book.

*blink* Ummm... Princesses? *shrugs*

Hmmm, from the looks of it, this stroy had a slight flaw; the timeline. My character comes from several generations after episode 6, and Spencer Summers seems to come several thousand years before it. I'm not discouraging you from playing, I'm just saying we need to find a way to fix this.