a low growl escaped from under his hood and then he spoke again. "arrrgg...this cage blocks me from my power, tell me, what do you serve? are you one of the pitiful wielders of light? or do you wield glorious darkness?"

his eyes glowed dimly within the cage, plans for this beings life were already forming within his dark, and twisted mind.

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His blue gems flung down at his feet, glaring at them thorougly in a thought process. His lips curled back, and he rose his eyes to the heavens.

"I weild the power of both. I am nothing....a Outcast. Only one who wants to be brought up and be a hero." His head swung down, staring at his toes once more.

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"heroism, is a lie, any fool knows that...and to cry about it, is simply a fools game! You wield both sides? ha! only a weakling, that has no control over his own mind, would do such a foolish thing, you insault my very being with your pressense, and i assure you, when we have landed, and i am free, you shall be sorry you showed such weakness..."

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"You-You are the foolish ones. When we land, I will tear your flesh, if you even have a outer shell, and eat you apart. Cell by cell, you will feel the pain of pure darkness!" He yelled harshly, as the dim life essence overwhelmed his emotions, and brain process.

"You are the fool!" He once again shouted, asuring his adversary of his mistakening.

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"The true fool, is one that beleives he can wield darkness against me! and should you try, i shall show you the depth of true power, and take you beyond it! your mortal body shall regret all that you have done during this flight..."

"you can not possably be strong enough to stand against me, your weakness shows in your every action... Your words drip with your foolishness... your body quivers with your simplisity..."

* dark laugh then came forth from under entaris' hood.*

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"You are nothing without the Force and your evil ways..hm? I can tell by your attitude. I know, because I've seen people such as you. I hold no anger toward you, or any other thing. You have exposed yourself to the fullest, while I am secretive. If you dont believe me..lets roll back in our minds, and find who asked the questions?" His lips curled back, and he took one step back, nearly leaning agianst the eletronical bars.

"You may believe that I was the one to expose myself by answering, but hte truth is..the tone of one's voice exposes all. The questions in which they throw out, and dish...show everything. I responde as I please, as you question as you please. Me saying this may expose that Im different, but how different. Its hard to tell, but with your questions, they were nothing but that. Not fact, not anything, other then a question, so I know enough about you. If you attack me...I have to tell you, that you couldn't control me, or even hurt me in any form." Sid declared, as he knelt down, placing his fingers along his skull, and concentrating upon his exit.

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"very clever, my younge...friend..." he sat considering what the other had said and laughed again...
"you truly underestemate the power of true evil... I have done as you have accused im afraid, and revealed to much...but i have not revealed everything...and it does not pain me to allow you to know that i will surprise you in the end... I am much more than you think...and soon, you shall find out, that it is not as simply as with holding your hatred..."

Entaris looked at sid and laughed a third time. yes, very clever boy, but when you are on kessel, we will see how clever you are...indeed...

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"If you attack...I tell you again. You will die!"

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Once again I came into a fairly uneventful landfall on Coruscant, although even as before I had to first explain myself to not one, but two destroyers--

Two? Were things escalating that quickly?

--and then dodge and duck my way down to Actar's private landing platform.

But even with all the red tape and traffic, it wasn't as bad as the short hop from Fondor had been. That seemed by comparison to have lasted an eternity.

Not willing to take any chances, I had hit Galen up with another dose of netgun before I had departed from my landing spot next to the junkyards. And while I might have pinioned her body firmly, I sure seemed to have missed her mouth. It didn't close until I finally closed it for her with another shot from my needler...

...but in the short interval that it was working up to specs it did its best to try and divert me from my contract.

She went on with the usual, "how could I do this after all we had been together," which I knew as well as she did was really only a lame excuse. I'll give her credit for keeping her mouth closed about any feelings she had had-- or even now still could have --toward me; quite possibly she thought I'd hit her or something if she had tried that route.

And quite possibly she would have been correct in the matter. And so, instead of trying to work on my that aspect of my emotions, she hauled out the big guns and brought up the child.

Our child. Now in the hands of her sister and the Sith.

That came close to changing my mind. I'll admit I did waver, briefly. But as I grew more and more comfortable with the ability to harden my heart against her, I found myself now able to become strangely angry at the predicament our child--

Our baby girl, she said!

--was in. And so, buoyed up by the assurance of a steadily growing and quite icy rage, I was able to withstand her tears and pleas and accusations for far longer than I thought I ever could have.

Then I nailed her with the needler to shut her up, and finalized my approach to Actar's pad.

Soon after landing, I found myself in the foyer of his private suites, my helmet laying blessedly on a nearby table, downing a glass of something fiery enough to make me forget, at least momentarily, all the words Galen had thrust into my heart on that short trip. Downing in triplicate; she had managed to put in a good many words.

A still trussed and unconscious Galen flopped on the floor at my feet, I lounged against the soft cushions of one of the luxurious couches which lay scattered opulently about, and calmly waited for the esteemed admiral to make his entrance.

And tried my best to avoid thinking about my daughter.

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He carried a datapad as he walked in, casually nodding to Sorben, but it was Galen, lying on the floor, who captured his sight. He brought his hand upward, lifting her off of the floor and into the air. After looking at her, and into her mind, he gently laid her onto a nearby couch.

His attention then turned to Sorben, he sat and handed the datapad he carried over to him. "125,000 credits into your account." he paused to watch Sorben's reaction, "That, and my protection whenever it is needed should satisfy you."

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"Thank you sir, and anytime you need my services, don't hesitate to call."

Then, finishing my drink, I rose to my feet and set the glass carefully on the nearest table. I indicated Galen with a wave of my gauntleted hand.

"She ought to be coming around soon, Admiral," I offerred politely. "And perhaps-- I'd better not be present when she does.

"I thank you again for your generosity--" Yes indeedy, what with how I probably had gotten the dark and oily Lord Roan angry with me, it's nice to have a man with Actar's power and connections on my side "--and if it's all right with you, sir, I believe I'll take my leave.

"I'm not going far, either. As you have indicated the same to me, I too am here for you, Admiral, whenever you need me.

"Remember that."

With that I replaced my helmet on my head, nodded respectfully once more toward Actar, cast the final look I ever thought I'd take upon Galen, and turned to leave Actar's opulent suites for the undercurrents of Coruscant.

I had more than paid my dues. Time for a little R & R... and time to think about some things.

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I groaned, stricken with a blazing headache that grew suddenly stronger even as I acknowledged its presence. Tried to lift a hand to rub my aching temple, only to find I couldn't move.

Wha--??

Now instinct took over; I grunted, trying to sit up as my eyes flew open, scrabbling about and taking in their surroundings in a strobe-like series of pictures:

Thick carpet... nice couches... rich decor... me tied up... Admiral Actar....

Admiral Actar.

I froze like a Gandy Rak in headlights, my eyes glued to his unfathomable ones.

Oh, no. No no no no...!

For a moment my brain instinctively jumpstarted into high gear, immediately beginning to assess my situation, how I had gotten there, how I could maybe get away, why on earth this guy kept nabbing me.

Why indeed?

That final thought gave me pause, and my mental gears slowed down a touch. Why did Actar want me so badly? Before I thought it was due to my child... but she was gone.

Don't even begin to dwell on that, Galen ol' girl. There's a time later. Now, you just focus on what's going on around you at this moment.

Why in Hell's Seven Circles does this guy keep coming after you, like a haunting nightmare that won't release you?

All thought of evasion fled from me in a rush, and I lay quietly back upon the couch. Somewhere, deep inside, a little part of me just gave up. The more I ran, the more determined he became.

Get used to it, Galen. The only way to get away from this guy for good is to find out what he wants. Go in that direction. Running isn't going to get you anywhere, at least not on a permanent basis.

My eyes still closed, I let out a small sigh. Then, not looking at the Admiral, I spoke up in a quiet and somewhat hesitant voice.

"Hello, Admiral. So nice to be experiencing your... hospitality again."

Then I fell quiet. There really wasn't anything else I could do or say at the moment.

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I brought my little speeder to a thumping halt outside the club, The Azure Planetoid, and carefully climbed out.

Paused for only one brief moment.

Hastened inside.

Time passed before the cunning eyes of the adversary I knew had been stalking me from the Admiral's headquarters. But I had a couple of plays up my sleeve.

I found Dreendl dealing sabaac as I knew he would be. No better sabaac dealer anywhere in the galaxy. Clapped him on his smoothly supple back, waved a few hundred credits under his nose to draw his interest away from the customers he had... who, upon seeing my armor, rapidly lost their interest and disappeared into the smoky depths of the club. The mournful blatting of the jizz-wailers covered our conversation, which was brief and to the point. The Dreendl came around from behind the sabaac table, his own face beginning to split with a growing grin....

And then it split further.

I couldn't help but shake my head as I turned and went to the door with my pal. Leaning my head a bit to one side, I whispered two little words into his ear.

"Be careful."

To which he replied, as always, "Always am."

Then I, Sorben Tarnus, bounty hunter and nouveau riche, walked off into the swelling crowds of the understory of Coruscant...

...and the absolutely identical changling Sorben Tarnus walked off in the other direction.

We both disappeared into the dark shadows which managed to exist even amidst the glowing flash of the ever-present neon ads.

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"I can make your dreams come true, my friend," his garbled voice crept into my ears as he sidled closer, fairly itching to snatch some credits from my very pouch.

I merely sighed. "Not today, pal," I said with a polite enough smile, then continued to move on. I reached for my private commlink, and dialed up a frequency only one other commlink would respond to, no matter how sophisticated the possible eavesdropper's equipment might be. On the other end, my own commlink picked up the signal; I raised the device to my lips....

"Oh, but certainly there are dreams you have, my fine bounty hunter," the Bithian pressed on beside me. His hands reached out greedily to clutch at my armor, where they proceeded to pick and pluck like the claws of a Balmorran metal parasite.

I tried to shrug him off again. Sheesh, the persistant little worrt was beginning to get on my nerves. "Beat it, pal," I said in a little bit firmer tone of voice. "I said I wasn't interested."

The Bithian slythmonger shrugged his cloaked shoulders. "Suit yourself," he said in an offhanded manner, turning to leave, his hand now reaching...

That's when I whirled and nailed the little worrt with my blaster.

The throng of peeps desecrating the walkway didn't even stop to look. They just kept on as if they didn't care about the apparent murder of one of their own beneath their very nose.

Which they probably didn't.

I knelt beside the would-be assassin, pulling his cheap toxic dartgun out from his sleeve to give it a quick glance. Then, my eyes everywhere, I spoke a few words into the commlink, shut it with a decisive little flik, and rose to my feet.

C'mon, ya bastard, I thought in all directions, knowing the hunter on my tail was not just merely active if this little piece of slime had so suddenly and eagerly tried to muscle in on the kill... but probably very close as well. More cunning than I would give him credit for, too.

I know you're out there....

In one smooth motion I tucked the dartgun into one of my pouches. Then I turned and continued to saunter amidst the lowlifes, every sense alert and seeking the one who so obviously was yet out seeking me.

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He stayed silent, smiling at her. "Escape is impossible this time, Galen." Her head turned to face him against her own will, her eyes now focused on his, and his on hers. "I know you can sense her, Galen, I sense her also."

"JhinDarra." he whisperred into her mind, "Where is she, Galen?"

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At least I hoped so.

My mind raced, battling rising despair. I struggled to think of anything other than JhinDarra, but of course at the moment her name crossed my mind couldn't think of anything but. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the Admiral's expression change just a touch; nothing overt, but a shadow of... satisfaction seemed to flit over to lay upon his features.

Slowly he straightened. His smile came even more slowly.

I erupted, beginning to struggle now, not caring how I looked to this guy. Nevermind how I had managed to slip from his clutches time and again and he probably had something good in mind for me now; I didn't care about myself a whit.

"Please! Don't hurt her!" I began to sob. "You can't; she's just a baby! I'll do anything you want, but if you have an ounce of humanity in you please leave my daughter alone!"

He remained ominously quiet, just pinning me with those unfathomable eyes of his. I fell back against the couch, unable to free myself, hiccuping and hating myself for knowing that I had just revealed her presence to him.

"Visiting" her lovely aunt on Khar Delba.

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Within the heated ship, sheltered by the outer layer of black harden coal. A fortress of strong built and great metal materail, that was near indescructable by uncannoned launched lasers, or other titanuim pieces, sharpened to destroy. Its light sense of meterail was created souly upon the planet of Urika, which Lumbia- who resided within the boundaries of the ship, once subsided in his early life. Lumbia: The Dark Jedi, who had enternally created a empire upon the planet of Naboo. The planet placed within the realm of the Republic's grasp. Its new found owner lingered comfortablly within the cockpit, awaiting their arrival.

"So...what is your real name?" His voice thundered like a blizzared through the hot lands of Kessel, ripping it of the soul purpose of the terrain-tearing the silence.

The brown haired beauty fell upon the couch comfortablly placed along the thick side of protection upon the layer residing outside. The red couch blended nicely with her skin coloring, and sleak hairstyle. She paused with a thorougly thoughtful face, grasping upon the words that she would stummble upon for the occasion such as this.

"I-I cant say." She apointed the words, uttering them from her pursed lips, that curled softly backward into a optimistic smile-exposing of her sharp dentail teeth.

Her fingers tingled along the edge of the seat, as her lips curled back into a serious tone of expression, leaning back in her seat, creating a enternal comformation. She stared wonderiously at the back of Lumbia, who sat thoughtfully upon his mobile chair.

The Teenaged Dark Jedi whirled himself within the black, mobile seat, manuevering his fingers before him. Flattening his palm, a storke of mental energy pierced itselfs through the veins thrilling through his arm. striking outward in a invisable power, it grasped her pulling her toward him. Placing her comfortablly within his lap, he ran his finger along his face. Throwing his brown, humanoid attractive hair from hanging over his violent, brown eyes-he beamed them toward her face. His stare was deep, as though absorbing her thoughts, and clutching them tightly within the palm of his mental process.

"Give me..Your name?" His tone was of a whisper, light and with a hint of brightness, and confidence, all rolled into one ball of speech.

As the conversation came to a small pause, the ship came into orbit of the round planet positioned neatly about the. Its buildings residing along the land, crunching into the ground of the surface, as its atomsphere was surronded by the blockading forces of its overwhelming powers that had came to destory of its power, and absorb it of its riches. The Empire that was held souly within the hands of a man, known as Admiral Acatar. This planet was..Coruscant

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Lumbia was suprised by the accumilation of the conversation. Somehow a questioning manifesting to a loving occasion of fleshing touch. His head kicked back, and he looked over her shoulder. His thought process went into a wild like a jungle, as he attepted to attain the apointed of speech. He placed his hand on the intercom, to enable his vocal sound wave to go through and eject into the thought process of the fleet below.

"I mu-must speak to Admiral Actar. It is a very important situation. Tell him that it is a Dark Jedi, it is about his power over the Core, and the Republic. Tell him "Now that I must speak to him." He hollered, but in a slightly timid voice not to disturb of the occasion between him and the woman leaning along him.

He rolled his fingers along her face, curling his fingers into a small fist and brushing away the tears that had flung within her eyes, and trickled along her cheeks. Rolling his curled fingers along her face, he brushed the hair from over her eye, staring deep into her blue, crystal gems; that only beamed right back. They stretched downward in a small pinch of joy, as the contact of mind, and body had formulated itself in the silenting situation.

"My name is Britney.."

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"The Admiral doesn't speak to just anyone, identify yourself, or be destroyed." A reply was sent to yet another ship requesting access to land on Coruscant.
As Actar

He sat in an arm chair across from Galen, his hands on the arms of the chair, he was smiling. The outburst the woman made was humorous to him. He lifted a finger and she quickly lifted into the air above the couch she had been lying on. Her hands grabbed at her throat, she couldn't breathe. "Your child....won't feel a thing." He stood and she fell to the floor, unconcious.

He entered her mind slowly, and built the illusion that she had been placed in a small windowless and doorless room. Wall of Concrete surround her, with barely enough room kneel, and not enough room to lie flat on the floor. She would remain in this state of unconciousness until awoken by Actar, and only Actar.

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If ever hell existed, this was surely it....

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“Positive,” came the reply from his contact “I saw the bounty hunter leave her here with my own eyes.

“And you received our package?” he continued.

“Yes.”

“Good. Admiral Pallaeon appreciates the risk you and your allies are taking with this.”

“As we appreciate that you and he are coming. This Admiral Actar guy needs a taste of his own medicine. I am ready and in place. No one suspects a thing...”

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On the outskirts of a blockaded Coruscant...

Amongst ships requesting passage to that great city-planet, an Imperial transport, identified as the T’kalon, slipped from hyperspace near the western hemisphere, blending in to Admiral Actar’s glorious fleet. She identified herself and settled into orbit as she awaited permission to land. Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, another transport slipped in, identifying herself as the Rascale..

All seemed well and quite pleasant.

Nevermind that neither transport was quite a transport.

Before anyone could take note of this descrepency—after all, how would one take note of such a descrepancy when both ships blended so very well with the Admiral’s fleet?—one of the two ships turned on her gravity wells.

Thanks to one very clever Verpine, these gravity wells had an interesting configuration. While most gravity wells pulled in gravity to a single point, allowing the ship to act as a planet and not permit another to take off into hyperspace, this one did the complete reverse. Suddenly the planet was bombarded with shockwaves of gravitons. Ships in orbit around the planet lost their orbits and went to and fro as their pilots attempted to regain orbit and keep their ships from being ripped apart. Yet one ship stood still in the midst of it all, funneling the power of her gravity wells via technology that acted as a black hole.

On the planet, by all appearances they were suffering a massive earthquake. Buildings crumbled. People ran for cover.

As the waves subsided, the ship that had reverted to hyperspace on the western hemisphere turned on her gravity wells, which had been configured in the same way as those on the T’kalon.

On the other side of the city-planet, yet another “earthquake” ensued.

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In the pell-mell on planet...

A Palleon loyalist, planted as nothing more than a janitor, sneakily slipped in to an unauthorized area after spotting the Admiral slip away, trying to deal with the problems at hand and trying to figure out just what was going on.

It was time to make his move.

Before a soul could have ever guessed that he was anything more than a janitor about his business cleaning the Admiral’s office, he’d taken Galen Danner.

Of course, nothing was ever quite that easy.

A slew of five Reborn Jedi immediately noticed the apparent “kidnapping” of the Admiral’s prize and moved in on the poor man. But what they didn’t count on was the ysalmiri sneakily placed in the man’s vacu-pack.

He’d have to thank his new allies for THAT later.

Still, the Reborn Jedi fought with great skill. The Admiral didn’t have any shabby workers on his staff. Still, without the ability to use the Force, these Reborn were again just men, fighting as men must when placed in this situation. Because they had been so relient on the Force, they lacked just a small edge in fighting as normal people.

They never saw the thermal detonator coming until it went off.

In moments, he was blasting off in a TIE-interceptor to a pre-arranged redevous. With all of Coruscant’s computer systems on the blink and its shield down, no one would ever be able to catch him as he slipped away to his destination in the sky...

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Back in space...

“Do we have her?” came the question.

The TIE pilot replied. “Yes sir. You may proceed to get us the Hell out of here.”

“My pleasure,” was the reply.

After letting their Verpine friend switch the identity of the ship to a YT-1300 called the Slash, the ship blasted off into hyperspace, heading for a redevous at Bastion with the fleet of Admiral Pallaeon himself. In the same manner, the ship that had been still blasting the other side of Coruscant with gravitons ceased her action, reverting her ID to a little yacht called the Daydream. Then she too slipped off into hyperspace to meet with her sister ship in the fleet of the true Imperial Navy...

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