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Provided by: Richard O'Connel
Jul 17, 2007
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Coruscant - A lesson learned, a plan in waiting(con)
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(my last reply) Richter was surely noticing the Jedi Master’s intrigue in the amulet that he had presented to him. Even for the Padawan, it was still an item of mystery. How could such a thing come to be as Fenrir claimed of it? Even as the Jedi Master and the Padawan searched for the answer, no answer seemed to come. To his great relief, Lancer had found no trace of the Darkside within the amulet and returned it to his hand. Richter was glad of the find, and in his eyes was the reflection of gratitude. ”This countermeasure may have to be deliberated on your part, but I think I can get it to work. It perhaps requires a good show on my part, acting like a Sith or someone to be feared, but perhaps that can be avoided. I was thinking of fooling them, making the assembled community there to think their lives are in jeopardy. This could lead to an evacuation, and we could easily claim occupation without so much as a stroke. It would be a work of deception, but it is better than killing or an act without prudence which would lead to no merit.” Lancer warned the Jedi underling to be wary of one such as Fenrir. Even though he had proved trustworthy to this point, he still deserved to be watched upon with caution. Richter nodded and replied on the comment to follow as well. ”I shall strive to the ways of the Jedi, and be prudent in my dealings with him. A true ally deserves reward too. And be not worried about the news of your survival. Only Talon knows that you live still, but he is gone now. Even if I didn’t tell him, he would have known anyway because he had seen me retrieve you from the rubble and I brought both of you here. I hope not he is imprisoned and interrogated.” |
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Lancer nodded. "Good. I would hope my appearance would be a surprise--" He broke off suddenly as a horrible feeling came for him, reached for him and grabbed him. Something bad was about to happen...something very bad. His attention wrenched away from Richard for that moment, he rushed to the nearby window and watched as death rained down on the planet from the skies, death...for the trillions of people on the planet. And Lancer, too, would feel the heat, but for his strength in the Force. He slammed his eyes shut, locked in a mental struggle for his very sanity. The wave was strong, but it wasn't meant to conquer Jedi, much less a Jedi Master like Lancer who had spent years in solitude honing his Force skills. He quickly pushed the intrusion out of his mind and glanced out the window. What he saw there was a haunting sight. The population of the entire planet was up in arms, either striking at one another randomly and madly or fleeing from invisible and nonexistant demons. It was a horrific image, as if one from a nightmare, and Lancer blinked twice to assure himself that it was really happening. Turning, he looked back at Richard. "I guess we'll have to put your plans on hold, then." His comment was humorous, but there was no lightness in his voice. It had dropped down to a solemn tone, one of the gravest voices you could ever hear. "I suggest we leave." |
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Lancer Onasi
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Jul 17, 2007
(303 days and 15 hours ago)
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((You mind if I join this? I need to get off Coruscant.)) |
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Relzan Klyza
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Jul 17, 2007
(303 days and 15 hours ago)
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(Very well) [“"Good. I would hope my appearance would be a surprise--"] It was exactly what Richter wanted to hear from Lancer. A prestigious Jedi Master at his aid would truly send a message to the Sith for daring to strike at the Jedi Order here on Coruscant. Richter was ecstatic at this moment, but it was a very fleeting moment, for ere, at that same moment, Richter had no choice but to take heed to a very horrible that was about to happen. As the Jedi Master took his attention to the window, so too did the Jedi Padawan. From out of the heavens did rain down many beams of fatality, and the Force was disturbed within him. Richter braced his head as if something was attacking from without and within, and his very reason was at stake. It was only a second, but he saw Lancer fall prey to the same ailment, and very headstrong will and the aid of the Force did Richter overcame the afflicting ailment. It did not take as much as he intended to use to return to his original state of mind, but he could see the pain it was already causing as he looked out the window. His eyes beheld the very same he suspected the Jedi Master of seeing. The individuals changed from well-behaved citizens to a sort of crazy festival of wrath of the enemy within oneself. All self-control and reason was lost, replaced with the frivolity of a nightmare. From beside him, the Jedi Master suggested this place immediately. Sadly, Richter had to lie to rest his plans and agreed without hesitation. He noticed not the tone, but only the words. ”Ere are we to depart Master Onasi? You have a transport or a starfighter at your disposal?” |
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Richard O'Connel
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Jul 17, 2007
(303 days and 15 hours ago)
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It came out of nowhere. Relzan had been engaged in a meeting with nine other men, discussing their next move against the Sith. A move of retaliation for what the darksiders had wrought at the Jedi temple. Deep plans were being laid, plans of vengeance, plans of justice. They were nearly foolproof, Relzan thought, even for the almighty Sith, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He raised his head to stare into the eyes of his commanding officer, the leader of this resistance against the Sith, but General Keever was engrossed in the plans. He locked gazes with Major Ryan Allen, his direct subordinate and a friend who had saved his life. Ryan gave him a quizzical stare, and Relzan sighed. No one else seemed to feel anything was out of the ordinary. Maybe he was just being paranoid. The instant that thought appeared in his mind, everything he knew was shattered-again. He found his body on the ground, enveloped in some powerful ray that smote the entire planet. No longer could he control his body, and even his mind rebelled against him. He lost control and could only watch as his body rose on its own. Must...kill... He pounced like a feral animal on the nearest of the resistance council, gouging the others' eyes out with his fingers. As that one fell, he turned to the next, biting, going for the larynx- What am I doing? That thought...he paused briefly, and in that moment someone leaped onto his back, clawing at him. Howling in pain, he grabbed for something-anything-to beat this intruder off of him. His questing fingers grasped the hilt of a knife on his belt, and he thrust it backward into the other's stomach. As the weight fell from his back, the small Colonel turned and raised the knife. And then, he stopped. The eyes glazed, and Relzan suddenly found himself again. He pushed...pushed...PUSHED at the force inside his mind, fighting back with all he could muster. And he felt sweet victory come to him. Unfortunately, as he stood there embroiled in this inner turmoil, another of the insane humans converged upon him, dropping his small form to the ground with a vicious punch to the face. Snarling, Relzan almost relapsed, but he forced the feeling back and resheathed his knife, coming up with his blaster. It was only then that he recognized the person who stood above him as Ryan. He couldn't kill Ryan, not even with him in this state. The man had risked his own life to save Relzan's, and he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't leave Ryan to this fate. Still, the other wasn't in his mind, and would kill Relzan-but for the powerful stun shot that caught him dead on. As Ryan fell back and Relzan rose, he was immediately launched upon by another. The General, a man of great physical prowess and girth, while Relzan was a mere 140 pounds. The bigger man drove Relzan back, knocking him to the ground and pummeling him savagely, but Relzan, being the swifter of the two, managed a roll out of the way and squeezed off a shot that caught General Keever in the stomach. Even the high-powered stun shot didn't altogether stop these enraged beings, and Relzan had to pump a few more shots into the warriors to quiet them. He gazed about the room, seeing the other resistant leaders all on the ground, bleeding from numerous fatal wounds. His heart sank as he shook his head. They had been friends, all of them, and loyal comrades. He was sad to see them go, but more pressing concerns presented themselves when he opened the door leading to the outside. As soon as he did so, more beings, hearing the creaking of the door, turned in his direction, coming towards him with blood in their eyes. Slamming and locking the doors, Relzan sank to the floor. There was no way for the man-beasts to get inside, but how was he to get out alone, let alone with the two stunned men? He couldn't do it. He needed help, and there was probably none to be found on this planet now. His mental cry for help echoed across the planet, questing for anyone to receive it. |
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Relzan Klyza
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Jul 17, 2007
(303 days and 14 hours ago)
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Lancer once more tore his eyes away from the dreadful scene outside to look at Richter. Yes...they had to leave. Of that much, Lancer was certain, and he knew that they, as Jedi, would have little problem working their way through the insane mob. But did he still have the Enforcer? Or had it been dismantled in the attack, either this one or the previous one? Despite his doubts, he gave Richter a reassuring smile. "Well, I guess we'll have to see, shall we?" His tone grew more somber as he regarded the masses outside. "If not, I guess...I guess we could always take another. It...it doesn't appear as though...they'll be needing it soon." Lancer hated saying that, and could barely get it out. To think that they would take a ship from a man driven insane...well, he had hoped never to see anything like this. And then...something reached for him. A cry for help, tinged with desperation and mingled with grief...fear...anger? Strange. It appeared a non-Force user had managed to survive the onslaught...interesting. But he required assistance; without the combat abilities of the Jedi, he wasn't able to make his way through the hordes of insane men. And he needed help fast. "And we must hurry, too. I fear someone else requires our assistance..." He keyed the door, not bothering to gather up possessions. He had none to his name. |
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Lancer Onasi
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Jul 17, 2007
(303 days and 14 hours ago)
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Richter took a deep breath, as a way to ready himself physically for the painstaking trip down through the labyrinth of people they would have traverse through just to find some sort of transport out of this planet. Twas a shame, for Coruscant was a planet ripe for claiming for the Jedi once more. It was not to be, yet. Some time though, would pass before the oppurtunity would present itself again. Sense he could in Lancer the doubt that was in him. Just to reassure the Padawan, he glanced over to him with a smile with a string of words to calm him. Richter was not fooled, showing it with a glance of his own. The suggestion of taking another’s property was none too well with Richter’s abode of mind, but strenuous circumstances would allow things to be considered and exceptions to be taken. As such was with Lancer’s hearing through the Force, Richter felt likewise a message of distress. A mental plea for help was being sent to them, perhaps from a desperate civilian that had not succumbed to the affliction of the mind like the others. ”I too feel this.. person. His mind is clear right now, but he is in danger. Nay, we must find him now.” Richter gathered his small pack and gathered about his shoulder, and from hence immediately did he follow the Jedi Master. Within his pack was the remains of the Jedi Master’s weapons. Richter had gathered them, hoping they could be salvaged and used again. |
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Richard O'Connel
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 14 hours ago)
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Relzan soon found that he wasn't as safe as he had originally thought. The door was sturdy, too sturdy to break through, for a normal human at least. But these weren't normal humans-they were crazed individuals bent on total destruction, and they thirsted for Relzan's blood. And plus, they weren't all humans. Relzan could hear another, a hissing voice that made his blood run cold. A trandoshan, a reptilian creature that could rival even a wookiee in terms of strength. This was not a good day. He could hear them outside, not fighting for now. Somehow in their crazed brains they had determined that he was the riper target, and they were trying their best to break down the door. It was made of steel, but the insane...creatures were using the strength insanity afforcds, and he could hear them go to work on the door. They would be through, soon, and Relzan knew that even though he was armed while most of them were not, there were too many, and he wouldn't get to his shuttle alive. He could, at least, not go down without a fight, though the idea of slaughtering these innocents, driven down this path by an outside influence, did not appeal to him. He moved Ryan and the General to the opposite side of the room, then stood, facing the door, his blaster leveled. There was a tense moment without action, in which the entire situation hit home to him. He was going to die, unless some miracle saved him. Die, alone and unknown, his family gone, and fade into obscurity. And the monster who had caused this would escape. He couldn't let that happen, Relzan vowed. Somehow or other, he would find a way to make the perpetrator of this pay for this crime. It was what he had to do, as a law enforcement officer. But mostly because of the righteous anger he had within him. The door began to give way, and at the first sign of the big scaly Trandoshan, Relzan fired, his bolt lancing into the throat. Humans swarmed into the room around the reptile as it collapsed, and Relzan fired again and again, his red bolts dropping one after another. But there were too many, more than he had thought, and he couldn't hold out for too long. |
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Relzan Klyza
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 14 hours ago)
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Lancer felt a sudden spike in anxiety as he monitered the one in danger, and he knew that time was running out. They would have to hurry if they were to get there in time. He usually frowned upon using Force Speed to travel, viewing it as a frivolous use of the Force, but he knew it was necessary now. As soon as he exited the building, three humans set upon him, hungry stares fixated upon the Jedi Master. Seemingly unarmed, the Jedi seemed a prime target, but looks could be deceiving. Barely even pausing, Lancer quickly dispatched the trio, hitting them with Force Blind and knocking them over with a powerful telekinetic burst. Powerful, yet restrained; he didn't like the idea of killing civilians, especially ones under mind control, and would avoid it whenever possible. With Force Speed, he quickly made his way to where his senses indicated the endangered being was, and he was greeted by the sight of swarming creatures charging into a house. Inside, he could hear blasterfire, confirming his senses; most of these people were too out of their minds to consider using a weapon for anything other than a mere club. The Jedi Master began by clearing a path into the building for the two Jedi, erecting an invisible wall in front of many of the people and using it to shove them with a good amount of force out of the threatened building and into a nearby one, temporarily incapacitating them. Without missing a beat, Lancer charged into the building himself. With two Jedi, they would surely make short work of this pitiful mob. |
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Lancer Onasi
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 13 hours ago)
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Richter and Lancer continued on their ardent pursuit towards the individual that still retained reason within his conscious mind. Anxiety and fear were swelling within him, and they closer they got, the more it could be felt in proportion. The scenery was like one from a horror movie, although not so humorous. The use of Force Speed was so ever needed, but it would be difficult to use through so many obstacles. Lancer easily dispatched the attacking humans under the influence of the strange affliction, and Richter did his part with two others. Richter hit one to his left in the solar plexus with a left fist, and then proceeded to strike the back of his neck to render him unconscious. The other attacked to his rear right, and Richter responded by grabbing the attacker’s left arm and pushed him down with a sharp strike to the quadriceps. As the attacker tried to get up, Richter smashed his right fist with a rendering strike to the temple. Both attackers were now nullified, but many others surrounded them. The two Jedi continued towards the direction of the beseeching survivor, and he hoped very much to find him before it was too late. He was seemingly still struggling with them, and the sounds of shots being fired was all the reason to hope still. Richter hopped periodically over felled bodies that were either asleep or dead. As Lancer cleared as much path as he could, Richter took care of the strays that were not finished are Lancer wasn’t able to handle effectively with his use of the Force. The Jedi Padawan took great care as to not use too much offensive force on them all. They were prisoners of their own mind, and did not deserve such a grim fate. ”We are coming. Hold on.” The person was near, and he could feel it. His voice resounded with eager haste and it would echo throughout the building and any sane person would be able to hear it. |
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Richard O'Connel
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 13 hours ago)
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Help had arrived. Relzan saw the figures outside, heard their proclamation, and took note of the headqay they made in clearing a path through the door. But he had little time to dwell on it, as the attackers were almost upon him. There had been too many for him to hold away with just one blaster, and they had steadily drawn closer until they were almost within striking range. The former detective pumped one last shot into the closest assailant, then abandoned the blaster in favor of his knife. He usually avoided hand-to-hand combet-his small size and relatively short reach put him at a disadvantage-but he had received training, and was fairly strong for his size. And, he was armed, while these victims had nothing other than bare hands. Thus it was that he was able to drop the first couple of people to reach him. A kick to the stomach, a slash to the chest, an elbow to the face. As he swept the legs out of one and spun about to slit anothers' throat, he felt almost as though he could do this all day. But it was a good thing that he wouldn't have to, for he would tire, and already the hordes were beginning to overwhelm him. |
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Relzan Klyza
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 13 hours ago)
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((Richard had to go. Let's just finish this up.)) Launching into the building, the two Jedi made short work of the crazy civilians, easily cutting their way through to where the defender was being mobbed. Lancer noted that this one was a fairly skilled fighter, though he was small and compact. He managed to hold the insane people off until the Jedi got there, and then Lancer arrived, using the Force to throw the people off of the beseiged person and into walls, knocking them out temporarily. Richter helped him dispatch the remainders, and he extended a hand to the man. "You're safe now; you're with us. Let's go." |
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Lancer Onasi
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 13 hours ago)
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((OK)) Relzan stared with shock as the newcomers almost effortlessly took out his assailants. The ease with which they did it was nothing short of astounding, and it almost made Relzan envious. What intrigued him more, however, was that the two appeared to use their mind to accomplish this. Jedi, he supposed, and it made him glad. At least the Jedi had survived the strange assault on the planet, and with their powers he was now confident that he would get out of this alive. Not so for most of his friends, however. He took the Kel Dor's outstretched hand, shaking it firmly, then looked around at the room. Some of the crazed people shifted or stirred, and Relzan knew that they had to get out of there soon if they didn't want to risk another fight. Still, he had to get everything in order. Wiping blood from his face-some of it his own-the former detective retrieved his blaster, then looked up at the Kel Dor Jedi. "Thank you, Master Jedi. I realize that we must get going. But..." Relzan stopped and gestured towards Ryan and the General, who stirred. He pumped more stun blasts into them and, as they quieted, looked at the Jedi once more. "We need to bring these two with us. If they ever do this to another planet, we need to study someone, see if we can reverse the process." Without waiting for an answer, the Colonel strode to a nearby computer console, typing into it a code that few knew, a code prepared only for emergencies. Such as this one. The computer took a moment to process it, then it spit out a thin disk, one that Relzan quickly stuck into his pocket. It didn't look like much, but it was important: the records of the Resistance, including dossiers on many of the Sith that they opposed. And dossiers on the members of the Resistance, so that they could be duly honored once Relzan left this godforsaken place. |
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Relzan Klyza
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 13 hours ago)
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((I'm going to just finish off this post, okay?)) Lancer stared hard at the younger man, his gaze piercing through pretense and disguise. Yes, the other thought it would be useful later on to study these two and to reverse the process, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted to bring these two along. No, he knew these two, knew them well, and wanted them to survive. For a moment, Lancer almost refused, knowing it would slow them down and cost them precious time. Or...maybe not so precious. It hit him that he really didn't have anything to race against, and so he nodded almost imperceptively, then motioned to Richter. They would levitate the two beings along with them. The Jedi Master watched as Relzan retrieved the hard drive of the computer, wondering what it held. He held his tongue, though, figuring it wasn't the time, and motioned to the door. He followed the other two out, levitating one of the men before him. They made quick process, for a group with injuries. Relzan bled from numerous cuts, Lancer wasn't completely recovered from his last ordeal, and they were levitating two men who were completely out of it. They had to deal with hungry hunters who sought them out, trying to cut or scratch them to death, and Relzan's weapon proved useful in picking them off long-range. They soon reached the spaceport, stepping over yet more bodies in the entrance. Lancer gave a sigh of relief as he beheld the ships inside. The Enforcer was all right--this day had one shred of luck, at least. He dispatched the few mad humans with the Force and rushed the others onto the ship. Before he boarded, he stopped and took one last long look at his surroundings. Even battered, bruised, and covered with bodies, this had still been his home for much of his life, and it saddened him greatly to leave it now, to leave it in such condition. But there was nothing he could do, and he boarded the shuttle. Closing it up, the Jedi Master took off, having to blast a hole in the roof with the War Cruiser's guns in the absence of a controller. Then he sailed through that hole and headed for deep space. And away from this world, this world he had loved, the world that had saved him, seen him through good times and bad, and flew towards another world, this one completely opposite. A symbol of life, where this planet had become a symbol of death. Dantooine. |
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Lancer Onasi
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 12 hours ago)
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((POST CLOSED)) |
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white lancer
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Jul 18, 2007
(303 days and 12 hours ago)
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