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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 1698685" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 9px"><em>Short post...more tonight -- RgB</em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"What do you mean?" Sia said, barely keeping her voice from quavering.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The woman had touched a nerve and the young Jedi was suddenly very nervous. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Must go!" Rann said, drawing his blaster. "These are our guys."</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Your master," the woman said, a thin ribbon of drool dripping from the corner of her lip. "He is the pain you hold close." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Rann whirled, clicking the safety off his blaster and placing it to the woman's temple. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Start talking, old woman," Rann growled. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Sia opened her mouth to protest, but suddenly the pistol flew out of the young Jedi's hand and into the woman's. Her sightless leer turned mischievous. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"He is a firebrand," she said. "Have no fear. Reach out with the Force and you shall know what I know." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Rann looked from the woman to the quickly approaching thugs and placed his hand on his lightsaber. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Rann," Sia-Lann said. "Listen to her." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Both Jedi let the Force flow through them. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">###</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Rann could clearly see the faces of the two Jedi, standing in the ruins of his guardian's house. A man with pale skin and short dark hair. An artificial eye gleamed with a yellow light in his right socket. Beside him stood a green-skinned Twi-Lek woman. He could almost hear her voice, soft like it came through miles of water. The two soldiers were less distinct, but he could see one was human, armored, and the other was a Besalisk, two of his four arms gesturing down into the city. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"So, what do we do now?" the soldier said, his voice ringing in the battle helmet. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"It's coming in on the comm," the Besalisk grunted. "The Trade Federation has invaded. We should probably get back to the ship." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"We didn't find him," the soldier said. "Does that mean we don't get paid?"</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"You'll get your money when we find him," came lilting voice of the Twi-lek Jedi. "First we should find his Padawans. They shall need protection." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">###</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Sia-Lann only had eyes for her uncle. He lay on the floor in his private workroom, limbs askew. His face was a mottle of bruises, but -- she gasped -- the light of the Force flickered inside of him. He lived. A dark presence, like the void to life and light, moved across the scene.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Get him." The voice was the icy cold of deep space. "Our Master awaits on Rori." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Weu-Lun groaned as a short bulky man scooped him onto a shoulder. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"We should kill him, you know," hissed a woman's voice, radiating heat and hatred like the scorching passions of a star.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"He wants the Jedi alive," the cold one answered. "His knowledge concerning Oros is too valuable." Then, in a commanding voice, "Men, blow the house. Leave nothing." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">###</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">As their respective reveries faded from the Jedis' minds, their assailants wandered by, scanning the crowd. One of the Aqualish actually brushed against Sia-Lann as he passed. The old woman giggled, shifting her stinking ratty clothing and patting her mound of hair. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"What did you do to us?" Rann said. "Where my pistol?"</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Your weapon is where it belongs, young one," she said, a hint of steel in her voice. "You should learn to better control your anger, lest the..." She made chopping motions with both her hands. "..Dark side gets you." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"What does it mean, Missus..." Sia-Lann said, pausing when she realized she didn't know the woman's name. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The woman stared past her then started. "Oh! Ah..." She tapped a grimy finger to her lips. "...well...my name is not important. So unimportant, that I've forgotten it myself." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"Where do we find him? The...dark one said that his master was on the Naboo moon of Rori, but surely they have left there by now." Sia-Lann felt a sudden pang of loss. They had been so eager to flee Naboo. So accepting that Weu-Lun was dead, when really he lay so close and trapped. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"I do not know." The woman retreated into her pile of rags, but continued, her voice muffled. "The one that knows, its name older even than mine, is nearby. The Uduz. It that Sees. Seek the Uduz." </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The woman went silent.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"That's it?" Rann said. "Hello!" </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The padawan poked impatiently at the rag mound. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"She's gone," Rann said, pulling apart the layers of rags. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">"What in the blazes is the Uduz," Sia said, staring out into the sea of scum and villany that teemed below Piranell City's flashing lights.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 1698685, member: 4151"] [font=Arial][size=1][i]Short post...more tonight -- RgB[/i][/size][/font] [font=Arial]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=[/font] [font=Arial]"What do you mean?" Sia said, barely keeping her voice from quavering.[/font] [font=Arial]The woman had touched a nerve and the young Jedi was suddenly very nervous. [/font] [font=Arial]"Must go!" Rann said, drawing his blaster. "These are our guys."[/font] [font=Arial]"Your master," the woman said, a thin ribbon of drool dripping from the corner of her lip. "He is the pain you hold close." [/font] [font=Arial]Rann whirled, clicking the safety off his blaster and placing it to the woman's temple. [/font] [font=Arial]"Start talking, old woman," Rann growled. [/font] [font=Arial]Sia opened her mouth to protest, but suddenly the pistol flew out of the young Jedi's hand and into the woman's. Her sightless leer turned mischievous. [/font] [font=Arial]"He is a firebrand," she said. "Have no fear. Reach out with the Force and you shall know what I know." [/font] [font=Arial]Rann looked from the woman to the quickly approaching thugs and placed his hand on his lightsaber. [/font] [font=Arial]"Rann," Sia-Lann said. "Listen to her." [/font] [font=Arial]Both Jedi let the Force flow through them. [/font] [font=Arial]###[/font] [font=Arial]Rann could clearly see the faces of the two Jedi, standing in the ruins of his guardian's house. A man with pale skin and short dark hair. An artificial eye gleamed with a yellow light in his right socket. Beside him stood a green-skinned Twi-Lek woman. He could almost hear her voice, soft like it came through miles of water. The two soldiers were less distinct, but he could see one was human, armored, and the other was a Besalisk, two of his four arms gesturing down into the city. [/font] [font=Arial]"So, what do we do now?" the soldier said, his voice ringing in the battle helmet. [/font] [font=Arial]"It's coming in on the comm," the Besalisk grunted. "The Trade Federation has invaded. We should probably get back to the ship." [/font] [font=Arial]"We didn't find him," the soldier said. "Does that mean we don't get paid?"[/font] [font=Arial]"You'll get your money when we find him," came lilting voice of the Twi-lek Jedi. "First we should find his Padawans. They shall need protection." [/font] [font=Arial]###[/font] [font=Arial]Sia-Lann only had eyes for her uncle. He lay on the floor in his private workroom, limbs askew. His face was a mottle of bruises, but -- she gasped -- the light of the Force flickered inside of him. He lived. A dark presence, like the void to life and light, moved across the scene.[/font] [font=Arial]"Get him." The voice was the icy cold of deep space. "Our Master awaits on Rori." [/font] [font=Arial]Weu-Lun groaned as a short bulky man scooped him onto a shoulder. [/font] [font=Arial]"We should kill him, you know," hissed a woman's voice, radiating heat and hatred like the scorching passions of a star.[/font] [font=Arial]"He wants the Jedi alive," the cold one answered. "His knowledge concerning Oros is too valuable." Then, in a commanding voice, "Men, blow the house. Leave nothing." [/font] [font=Arial]###[/font] [font=Arial]As their respective reveries faded from the Jedis' minds, their assailants wandered by, scanning the crowd. One of the Aqualish actually brushed against Sia-Lann as he passed. The old woman giggled, shifting her stinking ratty clothing and patting her mound of hair. [/font] [font=Arial]"What did you do to us?" Rann said. "Where my pistol?"[/font] [font=Arial]"Your weapon is where it belongs, young one," she said, a hint of steel in her voice. "You should learn to better control your anger, lest the..." She made chopping motions with both her hands. "..Dark side gets you." [/font] [font=Arial]"What does it mean, Missus..." Sia-Lann said, pausing when she realized she didn't know the woman's name. [/font] [font=Arial]The woman stared past her then started. "Oh! Ah..." She tapped a grimy finger to her lips. "...well...my name is not important. So unimportant, that I've forgotten it myself." [/font] [font=Arial]"Where do we find him? The...dark one said that his master was on the Naboo moon of Rori, but surely they have left there by now." Sia-Lann felt a sudden pang of loss. They had been so eager to flee Naboo. So accepting that Weu-Lun was dead, when really he lay so close and trapped. [/font] [font=Arial]"I do not know." The woman retreated into her pile of rags, but continued, her voice muffled. "The one that knows, its name older even than mine, is nearby. The Uduz. It that Sees. Seek the Uduz." [/font] [font=Arial]The woman went silent.[/font] [font=Arial]"That's it?" Rann said. "Hello!" [/font] [font=Arial]The padawan poked impatiently at the rag mound. [/font] [font=Arial]"She's gone," Rann said, pulling apart the layers of rags. [/font] [font=Arial]"What in the blazes is the Uduz," Sia said, staring out into the sea of scum and villany that teemed below Piranell City's flashing lights.[/font] [/QUOTE]
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