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Narcolm
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posted 06-13-2002 01:34 AM
Narcolm had never felt anything like this. He had no reason for coming to the Yavin system earlier than was nessesary. He had no wish to dart about furtivly, hoping a patrol didnt spot him. He had convinced himself that it was no more than a stroll down memory lane, or better yet, a stroll down dark, deserted, Memory Ally. Still something within him had urged him here and it had nothing to do with memories. Looking at the wreck of his master's ship he knew somthing had guided him here. It had not been the Force, somthing deeper, in his gut, like part of Master K'oth was buried deep within him. Still the question remained, if Naber had died in battle on Yavin what was his ship doing here. There was an ansewer, but there was a more important question where had Naber been going? The computer on Narcolm's craft was deconding all the information it could from the remains of The Light of the Force's Navigational Computer. The screen throubed infront of him, finally somthing would happen, he could do somthing, no longer would he simply skulk about. He had a mission now. |