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Topic: Back on Coruscant
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Lord_Alcron
Mystic Dark Jedi
Member # 302
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posted 08-23-2002 12:27 PM
    
The small fraighter exited hyper space suddenly, and came slowly towards the blockad. it then opened its comm and sent out a small message. "We must speak with Admiral Actar." Sitting within the ship the pilot sat, slowly taking the ship to a stop, praying that they were not simply blown out of space. -------------------- "its all in the design"
--- Alcron
Posts: 30 | From: Somewhere | Registered: Jul 2002 | Logged: 67.227.22.216
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SeanHortkron
Pilot of Unknown Past
Member # 279
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posted 09-04-2002 03:02 AM
Sean sat there, attempting to crack the combination of life as many do in their span of breathing. It seemed at the moment he had stepped into an altercation that didn't even link in any fashion to what he was aiming to find, but concealed behind all the doors of the Imperail was the old Coruscant. They had to have files on his past, and this was the only lead he could think of that held those traits that he loved so dearly. The traits of adventure, and the joyful music that'd play at the end of every Fairy Tale. Thats what he wanted along with this, and it may have sound idiotic and foolish to another, but he lived for those moments. Sean's eyes popped open from their thoughtful close, and he stared through the window-allowing him to see the stars. As he awaited the response of his earlier call, he leaned back once more in his leather seat and began contiplating once more of life itself and nothing else. What is this Force? Why do I hold it? He suprisingly thorugh all his years of trying to become a pilot couldn't simply find what the Force was, and yet it was in him and the whole universe all that time. He nearly laughed insanily out of noticing his power that could have so many times got him out of trouble, but what the hell-life is filled with trails. Confront them with what you got, and maybe you may pass, or maybe not. If not, then you just move on.. -------------------- The Power of crave can overwhelm the strenght of pride.
Posts: 94 | From: Irutula | Registered: Jul 2002 | Logged: 12.213.76.134
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Tylon Kincaid
Broken Back Button
Member # 317
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posted 10-03-2002 08:31 PM
The Merciless exited hyperspace, almost blending in with the swarm of Imperial ships.The ship's pilot gazed upon the planet Coruscant, his thoughts running through events long past. He could see creatures...demons...wearing soulles, white armour, with black, empty eyes. Yet there was life behind those eyes, and the demons still felt pain...they were not invincible. Fire...fire cut them down...and fire was used against him as well... The images left the man's eyes, now staring through his helmet visor into space. Jakob Renard, the Dark Lord who had once been Tylon Kincaid, gripped his lightsaber hilt as though in fear of losing it again. Too much. I lost too much. The Mandalorian clad figure rested against the seat, preparing himself for a possible confrontation. A small red light flashed on the ship's control system, and Jakob leaned forward and pushed down the receive button. "Attention, shuttle. You are trespassing in a system owned by the Empire. State your business quickly, or prepare for a boarding party." Jakob switched The Merciless comm unit to respond. "My name is Jakob Renard. I am here to request an audience with Admiral Actar. I'm sure he'll find my reason to be qutie interesting..." -------------------- "Tonight's weather forecast...DARK. Continued mostly dark...and then followed by widely scattered light in the morning."
Posts: 8 | From: | Registered: Aug 2002 | Logged: 68.50.185.134
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Tylon Kincaid
Broken Back Button
Member # 317
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posted 10-04-2002 05:44 PM
Renard laughed to himself. With a single thought, he summoned the Dark Side to him and reached out with it, across the void of space and through the hulls of spaceships, to grip the controller by the throat. But he did not choke him, not yet at least.Jakob turned his comm radio on to respond. "I wish to...invite...myself to join forces with the good Admiral. I'm sure he could use someone of my skill..." He waited for the weakling's response. If he does not believe me, I'll have to prove I am what I am. I am what I am? You're me you bastard. Renard was quick to shut out the second voice. "Not now, Tylon." -------------------- "Tonight's weather forecast...DARK. Continued mostly dark...and then followed by widely scattered light in the morning."
Posts: 8 | From: | Registered: Aug 2002 | Logged: 68.50.185.134
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Tylon Kincaid
Broken Back Button
Member # 317
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posted 10-10-2002 08:35 PM
As the ship drifted through space, Renard was pulling the Force together to see what he can do to...fix...the situation. But first...
With a thought, he closed the grip on the controller's neck. As he was choking him to death Jakob began sensing the approach of a Star Destroyer.
Pick up the pieces, no doubt. he thought. He touched his lightsaber. Let them come. I haven't wielded this for 20 years... [ 10-11-2002 03:29 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Tylon Kincaid ] -------------------- "Tonight's weather forecast...DARK. Continued mostly dark...and then followed by widely scattered light in the morning."
Posts: 8 | From: | Registered: Aug 2002 | Logged: 68.50.185.134
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