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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 263142" data-attributes="member: 69">Lexo and Woonie marched through the halls towards the detention area. They were no longer with T'ek- their "Grand High Inquisitor"- so they really had to rely on their wits, should anyone question why a man in white bearskins and an armed wookiee were freely roaming the passages. Lexo stared down every passerby, and few questions were asked. They found themselves outside the immense hangar-style door that housed the wookiees. Woonie bashed the controls and the door opened to reveal the huge room. There were bunks everywhere, and furious wookiees tearing helplessly at their bonds and slave collars. The false alarm had really shaken their nerves. Lexo looked at Woonie and said "They're your people... you should say something to them." Woonie nodded and stood upon a console, holding her arms out. She barked for attention. Every wookiee head turned and was astonished to see a wookiee among them with a weapon and no bonds. Woonie held her arms high and growled loudly in Shyriiiwook. She spoke for a full minute, bringing her speech to a rousing finish. At the end, she stopped for a moment- then lifted her Tricaster high and screamed a furious roar of defiance. The wookiees roared in return, and stood to cheer. Freedom!One of the wookiee growled to Woonie, gesticulating. Lexo listened in and heard that he was telling Woonwooken that the power to the explosive slave collars had to be deactivated, one floor above. Woonie nodded and with Lexo, they left the room. Lexo yelled to them. "We'll be back!" Back in the control room, the others watched as the door to the training area below them was opening. On impulse, Zybor slapped a button on the console before him. The door shut again. The troopers below turned their heads to each other in confusion, as if to ask each other what had just happened. Zybor couldn't explain why he'd shut the door, but he'd had a very bad flush of anxiety, and obeyed his feelings. He was about to mention to the others that they should leave when the door opened again... and would not close. Zybor hit the button repeatedly, and it held open. From the darkness beyond the door, a hand was outstretched. It was holding the doors open."A Force user," T'ek said aloud, looking very surprised indeed. "A strong one."Through the doorway stepped a smooth, slim humanoid wearing a black cloak that covered his entire body, except for his head, which was armored with the helm of an Imperial Royal guardsman- except it was black, not red. <img src="http://www.rigaming.com/kotsq/starwars/images/PICdarthxell.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The Force flowed from this stranger in ugly dark waves. He stopped before the Troopers and paused. He seemed to look up to the control room for a moment. Zybor and T'ek held their breaths and tried to steady themselves... then he looked away. He raised a black leather-gloved hand to his head for a moment. "What's he doing?" Uschi asked nervously.Dent suggested "Maybe he's just calling for maintenance to fix the door."There was no way to know. He was definitely speaking to someone. The dark man spoke to the Troopers. "Are we ready to begin?" They nodded. The man took from beneath his cloak a lightsaber. He lit it- it flared to life, a thin bright line of glowing red. Following this, the Troopers reached back with their right hands and removed a white cylinder that had been attached to the smalls of their backs. They held these before them and each touched a button on the cylinders. Red lightsaber blades flashed straight up from each. Zybor felt the blood drain from his face. "Dent," he whispered. "Can you get R5 to find anything about what's going on here?" R5 took a moment, then tweeted the answer. Dent looked up and said "Force Troopers. New program. The Emperor wants to capitalize on Darth Vader's intimidation while utilizing a Jedi's supreme fighting skills." Thirty or so Stormtroopers, trained in the ways of the Force, and trained to use lightsabers. The concept was terrifying. If the program proved a success, these manufactured dark Jedi could become a standard in the Empire's campaign of terror and power. Stormtroopers with the ability to anticipate attacks, feel an enemy's mood, move things with their minds and defend themselves against blaster fire could be the final straw to collapse the Force's unbalanced way of light and dark. Dent gestured to the man in black. "This one is apparently named Darth Xell."The Troopers began following the dark man's fluid saber motions. The thirty-one red light blades swept synchronized paths through the air. Zybor slowly drew his lightsaber and put his thumb to the button. He backed up a few steps and took a breath.</blockquote>

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