STAR WARS - The Clone Wars - Child of Prophecy FOLDED
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Neverwinter Knight
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I can't believe I've not found this sooner !!!
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But now I'm here to say great stuff Doc, usual! This SH has it all: great plot, interesting characters, its own art & player feedback! The instalments for the first chapter were huge & I'm hoping the ones coming up will have the same dimension !!!
Keep it up, Doc! Keep it up!
=> But now I'm here to say great stuff Doc, usual! This SH has it all: great plot, interesting characters, its own art & player feedback! The instalments for the first chapter were huge & I'm hoping the ones coming up will have the same dimension !!!
Keep it up, Doc! Keep it up!
Stone Angel
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Ah yes like a good *insert favorite thing to stuff into one's mouth* gets better the more bites you take.
The Seraph of Earth and Stone.
The Seraph of Earth and Stone.
Dr Midnight
Explorer
Posting tonight...
Remember when I said you'd love the end of Chapter 2? Anyone care to hazard a guess?
I'll give an Xbox to the first person to guess correctly. Of course, this Xbox will likely get lost in shipping, so... I mean... y'know, don't get your hopes up.
Remember when I said you'd love the end of Chapter 2? Anyone care to hazard a guess?
I'll give an Xbox to the first person to guess correctly. Of course, this Xbox will likely get lost in shipping, so... I mean... y'know, don't get your hopes up.
Dr Midnight
Explorer
Yet Yash laughed. “Ahh! Young master Fett. You’ve actually managed to steal a ship and bring it to me. Why would you do this for your father’s old Firespray ship, eh?”
“Sentiment. Where’s the ship?”
Yash looked again at the Pheleeni ship. “Ehhh… this ship isn’t worth a Firespray. I’m afraid you’re going to need to come up with a little more.”
Boba Fett curled his hands into fists at his sides. “You said you’d trade me back my ship if I brought you another. You pirated my ship and spun me out into the cosmos on an escape pod and I did what you said and brought a ship to you to trade so I could get the Slave 1 back!!”
Yash just smiled innocently. “I’m sorry, but this ship just doesn’t measure up. We’ll call this a down payment, though. Don’t be so angry with me, I’m just a businessman.”
“You’re a sleemo and…” Fett froze as he heard something shift its weight on the ramp right in front of him. He eyed the spot, saw nothing, and took a step back.
That’s when Mikau made his move. He darted from his position on the ramp, taking down the illusion that hid him and scooping Boba Fett into his arms. He moved into the darkened safety of the ship’s interior before the snipers on the junkyard’s bluffs could fire.
When they did, though, Y3-Ns was standing there without any idea of what to do. He threw his hands up and shouted “Please, no!!!” The droid was lanced through by fourteen of the thirty-six blaster bolts that scorched the ramp’s surface. The smoking pieces of the droid clattered to the ground.
Yet Yash seemed surprised- he hadn’t seen that one coming. Jaren rolled his eyes. “He’ll be missed,” he quipped.
Yash said “Well. A Jedi trick, and now you are safe in the ship, ehh?” He took out a blaster and held it pointed at Pock Sirus. “Come out or I kill him. Right now. That ship is mine, as are you.”
Magnus stepped in front of Pock. “Shoot me if you have to. You will not shoot him.”
The toydarian chuckled. “Fine, yes. First the big one, THEN the boy. Come out, Jedi, or your comrades die here, instead of getting a fighting chance in the pits.”
Mikau Me calmed the struggling Boba Fett using the Force, then communicated with Magnus using telepathy. What should I do?
Let’s go along with this for now and look for a way out. There are too many sentries around- I can’t risk Pock’s life.
Mikau called out “If I choose to come out, what then? Will we be harmed?”
“Not if you behave. You’ll become my slaves and fight for your lives in the pit. Jedi, yes… Jedi will draw a big crowd. Win the fight and you win your freedom. You’ll make me a lot of money, yes? Heh heh.”
“On one condition,” Mikau said. “The boy doesn’t fight with us. Whether we win or lose, the boy will not be harmed. I want you to swear to it.”
Yet Yash sighed. “All right. If you come out peacefully, I do hereby swear that neither I nor my men will harm your young paddy-wan.”
Good enough, Magnus thought to Mikau. I think that’s the best we can hope for, for right now. Best to go with it.
Mikau passed his hand before Boba’s face. “You want to stay here and be quiet, where it’s safe.”
Boba’s glassy eyes blinked. “I want to stay here and be quiet, where it’s safe.” He nodded and moved off into the deeper shadows of the ship, to hide.
Mikau strode down the ramp. He dropped his lightsaber to the ground and was taken in with the others.
Hours later, the heroes languished in a small cell. Extra guards had been put around them, including droids, who could not be mind-tricked. Pock slept on one of the two cots in the room. He tossed fitfully, kicking his legs now and then. He must have been dreaming. In other cells around them, large and fearsome sentients paced back and forth like animals. These were other battle-slaves who would someday fight for their lives in the pits.
Magnus called out to one. “Psst. Hey… what’s your name?”
Red eyes flashed from the darkness, and the thing said “My name is eat your skull like candy, tiny pink-man.”
A gamorrean guard bashed the cell bars with the butt of his vibro-axe and snorted something- it was unintelligible, but the meaning was clear. Be quiet.
“So much for that,” Magnus whispered.
Jaren said “Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.”
“So I noticed.”
Mikau said “Pardon me, but I’m not sure I take your meaning. What is Mr. Creel’s plan?”
Magnus smiled. “You were on the ship, so you didn’t notice- and neither did Yash, which is fortunate.”
Jaren leaned back on his bunk, smirking proudly. “I may have made us a few friends among the guards.”
Mikau made the kaminoan expression of confusion, which is not unlike most kaminoan expressions in that he didn’t seem to express anything at all. “How? When?”
“When you guys were making all your yelling noise in the junkyard, I was whispering to the nearby guards. ‘Hey, you, looks like you’ve thrown in with the wrong outfit,’ stuff like that. One takes the bait and says ‘Oh yeah? Who’re you?’ I said ‘I’m Jaren Creel, I run operations out of Corellia,’ yadda yadda…”
“And they believed you?”
“Yep.”
Magnus said “It was a very convincing performance. I almost believed Jaren was a scoundrel myself.” He gazed at Jaren, who shrugged coolly.
“They bought it is all that matters. I convinced them that there’s a lot to be gained in helping us escape. Tonight they’re going to come by and we’ll discuss plans.”
The group settled in and slept the night. On the morrow they’d be brought to a fighting pit to battle a number of creatures and enemies. Pock, as per the deal, would watch the fight from the safety of a viewing seat with Yet Yash and his cronies… under armed guard, of course.
Late into the night, the guard changed, and with the change came several of the guards Jaren had enticed with his offer. They knelt by the cell, out of arm’s reach of course, and woke Jaren.
They whispered their hushed plans. Jaren didn’t wake the others to tell them what had been said… and he didn’t realize that Mikau Me had lain nearby listening to everything that was said, feigning sleep.
More to come…
“Sentiment. Where’s the ship?”
Yash looked again at the Pheleeni ship. “Ehhh… this ship isn’t worth a Firespray. I’m afraid you’re going to need to come up with a little more.”
Boba Fett curled his hands into fists at his sides. “You said you’d trade me back my ship if I brought you another. You pirated my ship and spun me out into the cosmos on an escape pod and I did what you said and brought a ship to you to trade so I could get the Slave 1 back!!”
Yash just smiled innocently. “I’m sorry, but this ship just doesn’t measure up. We’ll call this a down payment, though. Don’t be so angry with me, I’m just a businessman.”
“You’re a sleemo and…” Fett froze as he heard something shift its weight on the ramp right in front of him. He eyed the spot, saw nothing, and took a step back.
That’s when Mikau made his move. He darted from his position on the ramp, taking down the illusion that hid him and scooping Boba Fett into his arms. He moved into the darkened safety of the ship’s interior before the snipers on the junkyard’s bluffs could fire.
When they did, though, Y3-Ns was standing there without any idea of what to do. He threw his hands up and shouted “Please, no!!!” The droid was lanced through by fourteen of the thirty-six blaster bolts that scorched the ramp’s surface. The smoking pieces of the droid clattered to the ground.
Yet Yash seemed surprised- he hadn’t seen that one coming. Jaren rolled his eyes. “He’ll be missed,” he quipped.
Yash said “Well. A Jedi trick, and now you are safe in the ship, ehh?” He took out a blaster and held it pointed at Pock Sirus. “Come out or I kill him. Right now. That ship is mine, as are you.”
Magnus stepped in front of Pock. “Shoot me if you have to. You will not shoot him.”
The toydarian chuckled. “Fine, yes. First the big one, THEN the boy. Come out, Jedi, or your comrades die here, instead of getting a fighting chance in the pits.”
Mikau Me calmed the struggling Boba Fett using the Force, then communicated with Magnus using telepathy. What should I do?
Let’s go along with this for now and look for a way out. There are too many sentries around- I can’t risk Pock’s life.
Mikau called out “If I choose to come out, what then? Will we be harmed?”
“Not if you behave. You’ll become my slaves and fight for your lives in the pit. Jedi, yes… Jedi will draw a big crowd. Win the fight and you win your freedom. You’ll make me a lot of money, yes? Heh heh.”
“On one condition,” Mikau said. “The boy doesn’t fight with us. Whether we win or lose, the boy will not be harmed. I want you to swear to it.”
Yet Yash sighed. “All right. If you come out peacefully, I do hereby swear that neither I nor my men will harm your young paddy-wan.”
Good enough, Magnus thought to Mikau. I think that’s the best we can hope for, for right now. Best to go with it.
Mikau passed his hand before Boba’s face. “You want to stay here and be quiet, where it’s safe.”
Boba’s glassy eyes blinked. “I want to stay here and be quiet, where it’s safe.” He nodded and moved off into the deeper shadows of the ship, to hide.
Mikau strode down the ramp. He dropped his lightsaber to the ground and was taken in with the others.
Hours later, the heroes languished in a small cell. Extra guards had been put around them, including droids, who could not be mind-tricked. Pock slept on one of the two cots in the room. He tossed fitfully, kicking his legs now and then. He must have been dreaming. In other cells around them, large and fearsome sentients paced back and forth like animals. These were other battle-slaves who would someday fight for their lives in the pits.
Magnus called out to one. “Psst. Hey… what’s your name?”
Red eyes flashed from the darkness, and the thing said “My name is eat your skull like candy, tiny pink-man.”
A gamorrean guard bashed the cell bars with the butt of his vibro-axe and snorted something- it was unintelligible, but the meaning was clear. Be quiet.
“So much for that,” Magnus whispered.
Jaren said “Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.”
“So I noticed.”
Mikau said “Pardon me, but I’m not sure I take your meaning. What is Mr. Creel’s plan?”
Magnus smiled. “You were on the ship, so you didn’t notice- and neither did Yash, which is fortunate.”
Jaren leaned back on his bunk, smirking proudly. “I may have made us a few friends among the guards.”
Mikau made the kaminoan expression of confusion, which is not unlike most kaminoan expressions in that he didn’t seem to express anything at all. “How? When?”
“When you guys were making all your yelling noise in the junkyard, I was whispering to the nearby guards. ‘Hey, you, looks like you’ve thrown in with the wrong outfit,’ stuff like that. One takes the bait and says ‘Oh yeah? Who’re you?’ I said ‘I’m Jaren Creel, I run operations out of Corellia,’ yadda yadda…”
“And they believed you?”
“Yep.”
Magnus said “It was a very convincing performance. I almost believed Jaren was a scoundrel myself.” He gazed at Jaren, who shrugged coolly.
“They bought it is all that matters. I convinced them that there’s a lot to be gained in helping us escape. Tonight they’re going to come by and we’ll discuss plans.”
The group settled in and slept the night. On the morrow they’d be brought to a fighting pit to battle a number of creatures and enemies. Pock, as per the deal, would watch the fight from the safety of a viewing seat with Yet Yash and his cronies… under armed guard, of course.
Late into the night, the guard changed, and with the change came several of the guards Jaren had enticed with his offer. They knelt by the cell, out of arm’s reach of course, and woke Jaren.
They whispered their hushed plans. Jaren didn’t wake the others to tell them what had been said… and he didn’t realize that Mikau Me had lain nearby listening to everything that was said, feigning sleep.
More to come…
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Dr Midnight
Explorer
In the morning, the Republicans were wakened and fed semi-edible protein gruel. It tasted awful, but it seemed to strengthen them somewhat.
Jaren, Mikau and Magnus were led to a small room. They were sealed inside and a panel in the wall opened, revealing two lightsabers and two blaster pistols. They once again had their weapons.
A voice beyond the stone wall boomed. “Ladies and gentlemen,” it roared. “You’ve come tonight for excitement! You’ve come tonight for blood! Mostly, you’ve come for something special… and have we got it for you. Tonight, for one of the few times in Rattatak’s history, we have some of the most deadly of the galaxy’s warriors! I hope you’ve placed your bets, now let’s introduce Mikau Me and Magnus Turon, JEDI KNIGHTS!!!!” The sound of a crowd cheering sounded dimly to the heroes before the wall rose up and the sound crashed in on them.
They were looking at a large empty chamber, maybe one hundred meters on a side. The whole chamber was roughly hewn out of the reddish rock of the planet’s surface, and the floor was stained with dark splotches. The walls rose up into darkness, high above. In the walls were notched hundreds of bright horizontal notches- these were viewing rooms, and many figures sat watching the heroes below.
Magnus leaned over to Mikau. “Why’d you get top billing?” The kaminoan smiled.
Jaren frowned. “I didn’t even get mentioned.”
“And now,” the booming announcer went on, “Let’s meet their opponents! Hailing from right here on Rattatak, our next combatant is an arena favorite! Let’s give a hearty greeting to IGNEOTH!!!” A huge creature emerged from a door on the left side of the chamber. It had a fang-rimmed circular mouth, huge rippling red arms, and a staff maybe three meters long, humming with a dozen attached vibroknives.
“Our next warrior is a wickedly fierce swordsman that I think will take issue with our Jedi friends! Welcome ‘dark Jedi’ NILS ARROYO!!!” A panel slid open and a black-cloaked pale man stepped out. He took out a black and chrome lightsaber and held it lightly in his right hand, grinning at Magnus and Mikau.
“Having no home planet, this bounty hunter has lived his life in the reaches of space, earning his keep fighting and doing the dark work of crime lords. Meet, know and fear… BEVAL DAMARIS!!!” A heavily armored man stepped into the arena and greeted the crowd with a gout of flame from his bandolier. The crowd roared its approval in return.
“Tatooine is a harsh planet, filled with deadly predators. None is deadlier than our next combatant! Hide your children from… HOAR!!!” A sand person wearing dusky rags and bearing a well-used gaffi stick appeared and raised his arms, roaring a guttural war cry.
“Feared on his home planet of Kelris as much as he is here, this fighter may be slow. He may be large. He has also been the death of many an overconfident opponent, let’s say hello to… GANNO THE HUTT!!!” A large, slug-like hutt slithered slowly out of his waiting chamber. He had a leather bandolier slung across his chest, and his tail was wrapped with spiked strips of rawhide. In each hand he held the end of a long chain. At the other end of each he spun a large, spiked steel sphere.
“One is a field-tested warrior with a heart of iron, and one is a monster from the frozen wastes of Hoth! Let’s welcome the deadly combination of blaster and beast that we can only find in RAVAQ FAHEY and OCKA!!!” A bizarre thing lurched out, and it took the heroes a moment to realize it was a man with two blaster pistols riding a wampa. The creature had a makeshift saddle across its back and shoulders, and it tore at the air furiously with its claws while the man on its back twirled the blasters on his forefingers.
“Our final combatant is built for destruction… No, really! He’s a battle droid assembled for the Guild War, several decades past. He’s lived this long, can he keep his cervos intact for another night? Let’s dodge the laserfire of NG-11!!!” A crimson-painted battle droid, clearly an antique, carried a blaster rifle and surveyed his opponents grimly. He made no attempt to please the crowd, yet they cheered all the same.
“Now that we’ve met all our fighters, I’d like to remind you that this battle is TO THE DEATH! Only one of these fighters will emerge victorious… but thanks to a deal with Yet Yash, if the Jedi and their friend survive as a team, they will be allowed to leave as a team. Let’s hope they’re ready for a battle unlike any other they’ve fought in, then, because THIS battle will be APOCALYPTIC!!! Combatants, ready yourselves…”
The fighters tensed.
“…FIGHT!!!”
Magnus lit his lightsaber. The dark Jedi did the same. No one moved. For five seconds or so, everyone stood watching to see who would make themselves the first target.
Then, all at once, several blasters fired, several fighters lurched out to attack others, and Yet Yash’s Rattatak fighting pit exploded with violence.
The crowd roared with pleasure.
More to come…
Jaren, Mikau and Magnus were led to a small room. They were sealed inside and a panel in the wall opened, revealing two lightsabers and two blaster pistols. They once again had their weapons.
A voice beyond the stone wall boomed. “Ladies and gentlemen,” it roared. “You’ve come tonight for excitement! You’ve come tonight for blood! Mostly, you’ve come for something special… and have we got it for you. Tonight, for one of the few times in Rattatak’s history, we have some of the most deadly of the galaxy’s warriors! I hope you’ve placed your bets, now let’s introduce Mikau Me and Magnus Turon, JEDI KNIGHTS!!!!” The sound of a crowd cheering sounded dimly to the heroes before the wall rose up and the sound crashed in on them.
They were looking at a large empty chamber, maybe one hundred meters on a side. The whole chamber was roughly hewn out of the reddish rock of the planet’s surface, and the floor was stained with dark splotches. The walls rose up into darkness, high above. In the walls were notched hundreds of bright horizontal notches- these were viewing rooms, and many figures sat watching the heroes below.
Magnus leaned over to Mikau. “Why’d you get top billing?” The kaminoan smiled.
Jaren frowned. “I didn’t even get mentioned.”
“And now,” the booming announcer went on, “Let’s meet their opponents! Hailing from right here on Rattatak, our next combatant is an arena favorite! Let’s give a hearty greeting to IGNEOTH!!!” A huge creature emerged from a door on the left side of the chamber. It had a fang-rimmed circular mouth, huge rippling red arms, and a staff maybe three meters long, humming with a dozen attached vibroknives.
“Our next warrior is a wickedly fierce swordsman that I think will take issue with our Jedi friends! Welcome ‘dark Jedi’ NILS ARROYO!!!” A panel slid open and a black-cloaked pale man stepped out. He took out a black and chrome lightsaber and held it lightly in his right hand, grinning at Magnus and Mikau.
“Having no home planet, this bounty hunter has lived his life in the reaches of space, earning his keep fighting and doing the dark work of crime lords. Meet, know and fear… BEVAL DAMARIS!!!” A heavily armored man stepped into the arena and greeted the crowd with a gout of flame from his bandolier. The crowd roared its approval in return.
“Tatooine is a harsh planet, filled with deadly predators. None is deadlier than our next combatant! Hide your children from… HOAR!!!” A sand person wearing dusky rags and bearing a well-used gaffi stick appeared and raised his arms, roaring a guttural war cry.
“Feared on his home planet of Kelris as much as he is here, this fighter may be slow. He may be large. He has also been the death of many an overconfident opponent, let’s say hello to… GANNO THE HUTT!!!” A large, slug-like hutt slithered slowly out of his waiting chamber. He had a leather bandolier slung across his chest, and his tail was wrapped with spiked strips of rawhide. In each hand he held the end of a long chain. At the other end of each he spun a large, spiked steel sphere.
“One is a field-tested warrior with a heart of iron, and one is a monster from the frozen wastes of Hoth! Let’s welcome the deadly combination of blaster and beast that we can only find in RAVAQ FAHEY and OCKA!!!” A bizarre thing lurched out, and it took the heroes a moment to realize it was a man with two blaster pistols riding a wampa. The creature had a makeshift saddle across its back and shoulders, and it tore at the air furiously with its claws while the man on its back twirled the blasters on his forefingers.
“Our final combatant is built for destruction… No, really! He’s a battle droid assembled for the Guild War, several decades past. He’s lived this long, can he keep his cervos intact for another night? Let’s dodge the laserfire of NG-11!!!” A crimson-painted battle droid, clearly an antique, carried a blaster rifle and surveyed his opponents grimly. He made no attempt to please the crowd, yet they cheered all the same.
“Now that we’ve met all our fighters, I’d like to remind you that this battle is TO THE DEATH! Only one of these fighters will emerge victorious… but thanks to a deal with Yet Yash, if the Jedi and their friend survive as a team, they will be allowed to leave as a team. Let’s hope they’re ready for a battle unlike any other they’ve fought in, then, because THIS battle will be APOCALYPTIC!!! Combatants, ready yourselves…”
The fighters tensed.
“…FIGHT!!!”
Magnus lit his lightsaber. The dark Jedi did the same. No one moved. For five seconds or so, everyone stood watching to see who would make themselves the first target.
Then, all at once, several blasters fired, several fighters lurched out to attack others, and Yet Yash’s Rattatak fighting pit exploded with violence.
The crowd roared with pleasure.
More to come…
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