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    Star Wars: Episode I: The Anarchism of the Jedi

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    The Anarchism of the Jedi



    DRAMATIS PERSONAE


    Sith | Jedi | Imperial | Republic | Bounty hunters | Mercenaries
    Non-Playable Characters

    Aaron Ray Leblanc; Jedi Knight (male human)
    Adam Morin; Jedi Initiate (male Anzat)
    Amaya Kento; Freelance Pilot (female Nagai)
    Anarbasti; Jedi Padawan (female human)
    Balnacro Frav; Jedi High Council (male human)
    Bar'juke; Sith Knight (male human)

    Borzkra Z’vra; Jedi High Council (male Bothan)
    C'Tzr; Sith Knight (male human)
    Falae; Bounty Hunter (male human)
    Frali’lyn G’ynn; Jedi High Council (female Twi’lek)
    Franklin Fravlous; General, Army Command (male human)
    Gealgna C’caclma; Jedi High Council (female Mon Calamari)
    Geovanna Galactica; Grand Master Jedi (female human)
    Haziwak; Mercenary (male Wookiee)
    Jonathan Meffari; Jedi High Council (male human)
    Katterat; Thief (male Ewok)
    Krakqu Nedsflue; NOCIS Viceroy (male Neimoidian)
    Kratos Seraph Aurion; Jedi Padawan (male human)
    Mallendou B’rr; Jedi High Council (male Gungan)
    Meer Vao; Bounty Hunter (male Twi'lek)
    Momo Jeday Geso; Jedi Initiate (male human)
    Morchein; Bounty Hunter (male human)
    Mralabacca; Jedi High Council (female Wookiee)
    Nami Ichigo; Jedi Master (female human)
    Nana Day; Thief (female human)
    Naro Meta; Jedi High Council (male Barabel)
    Ozean Vao; Bounty Hunter (female Twi'lek)
    R-9-K1; astromech droid
    Salvatore Koon; Jedi High Council (male human)
    Schnell Taar Vao; Bounty Hunter (female Twi'lek)
    Sinex; Sith Lord (male Humanoid)
    Sucralux Zalra; Supreme Overlord (male Yuunhan Vong)
    Sylvana Valentine; Sith Lord (female human)
    TC-33; protocol droid
    Uta Von; Jedi High Council (male Bith)
    Veronica Dos; Chief of State (female human)
    Vincere; Dark Lord of the Sith (male Zabrak)
    V’vner Gleap; Jedi High Council (male Rodian)
    Xara Zur-Lin; Jedi Padawan (female Falleen)
    Yanvuska Xaazlre; Warmaster (male Yuunhan Vong)
    Zzyzx; Sith Lord Pet (male Ewok)



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    Aaron Ray Leblanc

    Plot will be reveled after members have joined. It will also tell the location of the New Jedi Council, and where the Imperial Fleet is located.

    If you do not want a be a Jedi or Sith, you do not have to. Just erase the imformation that does not apply to your character. You should have the Weapon’s Introduction if you do not have a Lightsaber. You will not need to put the Force Introduction or the Strength Introduction because you do not have the Force, and you have mastered all the Strength Powers.

    Datasheet for Oasis Writer

     
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    Personal Introduction

    Name: Aurion, Kratos Seraph
    Notable Aliases: None
    Age: 17
    Gender: Male
    Birth Planet: Coruscant
    Race: Human
    Language: Basic

    Family

    Parents: Lord Rathin Aurion, Lady Elminia Brakker Aurion
    Siblings: None
    Spouse: None
    Descendants: None
    Genealogical Descendants: None

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Purple
    Hair: Black, long
    Height: 6'0
    Weight: 160 lbs
    Prominent Hand: Right
    Attire: Light Leather armor (black with gold dragons inscribed on them), tan pants, short black cloak
    Description: Being raised as a lord, Kratos acts like one. He is commanding and expects others to obey him. He is usually calm and cool, however he loves to fight.

    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: The Republic
    Order: Jedi Order
    Class: Guardian
    Rank: Padawan

    Lightsaber Introduction

    Possession: Single Blade
    Lightsaber Style: Long, end is shaped like a dragon head
    Color: Violet


    The Force Introduction

    Force Powers:

    Guardian:
    Telekinesis
    Force Lightning
    Saber Throw

    Strength Introduction

    Strength Powers:

    Guardian:
    Mastery of all Ten Powers
     
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    Personal Introduction
    Name: Vao, Schnell, Taar
    Notable Aliases: Rabbit
    Age: 42
    Gender: Female
    Birth Planet: Ryloth
    Race: Lethans Twi'lek
    Language: Twi'leki and Galatic Basic

    Family

    * Parents: Mother: Haven Taar Father: Hoch Taar> Both Deceased
    * Siblings: None
    * Spouse: Deceased, Oranien Vao
    * Descendants: (Children) Daughter: Ozean Vao;; Age 20 Son: Meer Vao;; Age 20 > Twins
    * Genealogical Descendants: Orn Free Taa

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: (Color) Emerald
    Lekku(Instead of hair.) – Two elongated red, tentacle like things located on the top of the head. Used to Communicate in native language.
    Height: 5’3 (1.6 meters.)
    Weight: 135 (61.36 Kilos)
    Prominent Hand: Right
    Attire: Black cotton twist-around on her head, covers most of her Lekku, matching V-neck shirt, and capris. Has a black leather belt where she hangs her guns and her knife. She has a red leather satchel that hangs on her back, one strapped. On her arms are thick black armwarmers that reach to her shoulders, on them are red letter laces. On her feet are long black, red lace, light leather boots. (Reaches just at the bottom of her capris.)
    Description: Rabbit was born with a rare mutation of her genetic code that caused her to hard red skin. She has a human-like body, except for her Lekku, and her red skin. She was raised in the underground caverns of Ryloth, until she married Oranien Vao at the age of 20. Together they left their planet for the first time, and in turn her husband joined the Empiral Army. She gave birth to a pair of twins at the age of 22. Her daughter Ozean got her same rare mutation of her genetic code, and got her mother’s red skin. Her son Meer got his father’s teal skin. Her husband died while on duty at the age of 30, and she quickly took action to find a job to support her family. She knew a bounty hunter, a good friend, whom she left unnamed for obvious reasons. She quickly trained with him, and got her first Bounty at the age of 31. She quickly excelled, becoming a popularly asked for Bounty hunter by the age of 34. Around this time she was asked for by the Dark Lord and was in turn trained for the “Jedi Killers”. With his training she was given the power and swiftness of the Dark Lord, becoming one of his minions. Continues with what she is told to do by the Dark Lord, but always partners up with her children on every job.



    Association Introduction:

    Job: Bounty Hunter

    * *Non-Jedi and Non-Sith have all Strength Powers*

    Weapon Introduction;;

    * Weapon One;; Blaster Pistol
    o Metal frame, but with a brown handle.
    * Weapon Two;; Trishot Pistol
    o Black frame. Similar to a shotgun, but fires 3 lasers instead of 5. Overheats if used too quickly, but still better then a shotgun.
    * Weapon Three;; Whip
    o Black leather, very long.

    * Non-Jedi or Non-Sith
    o Mastery of all Ten Powers
     
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    Personal Introduction
    Name:
    Xara Zur-Lin
    Notable Aliases: Xara
    Age: 14
    Gender: Female
    Birth Planet: Falleen
    Race: Falleen
    Language: Falleen, Basic Galactic

    Family
    Parents: lower ranking nobles residing on Falleen
    Siblings: 2 older brothers
    Spouse: none
    Descendants: none
    Genealogical Descendants: none

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Black
    Hair: Long black, always tied back into a ponytail
    Height: 5 “3
    Weight: 110 lb
    Prominent Hand: both
    Attire: Green and black robes.
    Description: She is the youngest child of one of the lower ranking noble families. Like all Falleen, she has extremely strong self-discipline and thinks of herself as superior to all other species. Her face is exotic and beautiful with a very subtle facial ridge along her nose and forehead and subtle spinal ridge. She has green scaly skin that changes color depending on her mood. She is very physicall yfit and competitive.


    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: The Republic
    Order: Jedi Order
    Class: Jedi Sentinel
    Rank: Padawan


    Lightsaber Introduction (Jedi or Sith Use Only)

    Possession: Single Blade
    Lightsaber Style: lightsaber, plain black hilt
    Color: violet

    Force Powers: (Refer to list below)
    • Sentinel or Assassin:
    o Force Speed
    o Force Sense
    o Force Telekinesis
    o Saber Barrier
    o Saber Throw

    Strength Powers: (Refer to list below)
    • Sentinel or Assassin:
    o Awareness
    o Persuade
    o Deuling
     
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    Personal Introduction

    Name: Geso, Jeday, Momo (His last name means 'peace' and his middle name means 'Jedi', both in Huttese)
    Notable Aliases: Kid
    Age: Seven
    Gender: Male
    Birth Planet: Tatooine
    Race: Human
    Language: Galactic Basic, Huttese

    Family

    Parents: Mother
    Siblings: Brother, lost

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Brown
    Hair: Blond (bronze)
    Height: 4 ft.
    Weight: 50 lbs.
    Prominent Hand: Right
    Attire: Brown robe, tan shirt, brown pants (a welcoming change from his peasant garb)
    Description: Momo was picked on and teased by the other children of his Tatooine neighborhood for having a middle name that means 'Jedi', and was nearly killed for it. Momo's mother, fearing for her son's life, sent him off to Jedi training after selling her body in a brothel to afford the space ship ticket.


    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: The Republic
    Order: Jedi Order
    Class: Jedi Sentinel
    Rank: Youngling

    Possession: Single Blade
    Lightsaber style: The Hilt has the inscriptions of his brother's name, Ciro
    Color: Orange

    Force Powers:

    1. Force Speed
    2. Animal Friendship
    3. Mind Trick

    Strength Powers

    1. Awareness
    2. Stealth
    3. Dueling (within his age set)
     
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    Personal Introduction

    Name: C'Tzr
    Notable Aliases: The Fourth
    Age: 46
    Gender: Male
    Birth Planet: Tatooine
    Race: Human
    Language: Galactic Basic

    Family

    Parents: Information lost due to brain damage (cranial implants)
    Siblings: Information lost due to brain damage (cranial implants)

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Silver
    Hair: Bald
    Height: 5' 11" ft.
    Weight: 250 lbs.
    Prominent Hand: Right
    Attire: Coarse dark gray cloak, a small chain mail sash worn over his right shoulder.
    Description: C'Tzr's earliest memory is of being strapped to a surgeon's table as long metal worms were inserted beneath his skull. As each worm borrowed into his head, memories grew fuzzy and faded. Rapidly his mind filled with thoughts of pain, torture, and death until he thought he'd go insane. Perfect for the Tatooine Pit Fights. Trained as a pit fighter, C'Tzr rapidly become a crowd favorite - for both his brutal fighting style and the fact that opponent's occasionally found themselves unable to move as he slaughtered them. During his last match a vicious blow to the head disrupted one of the worms. The hate began to ebb and flow leaving him unsuitable for further combat. Slated for "harvesting", his life was spared at the last minute by an old herbalist who'd long showed interest in the fighter.
    The herbalist and C'tzr were walking in the herb garden. A luxury that spoke more of the old man's wealth than anything else.
    The old man turned toward his companion. "What do you want?"
    C'tzr shook his head. "I wasn't always like this. I want the hate to go. It's not me. They made me hate."
    The old man smiled and knelt besides a Kasha bush. He plucked a weed and twisted it in his fingers. "Look at this weed. It's just a small thing really and will probably wilt in the noonday sun. I could ignore it but if I do more weeds will come.But, if I take the weed and dry it out, I combat fever. By using the weed, instead of letting it die or ignoring it, it becomes a tool."




    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: The Empire
    Order: Sith
    Class: Sith Knight
    Rank: Assassin

    Possession: Single Blade
    Lightsaber style: The Hilt has been implanted into C’Tzr’s left hand, leaving it disfigured.
    Color: Cyan

    Force Powers:

    1. Force Speed
    2. Telekinesis (Push/Pull)
    3. Force Crush

    Strength Powers

    1. Treat Injury
    2. Awareness
    3. Dueling
    4. Stealth
    5. Persuade (For C’tz this is closer to threaten)
     
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    Personal Introduction
    Name: Anarbasti
    Notable Aliases: -
    Age: 24
    Gender: Female
    Birth Planet: Coruscant
    Race: Human
    Language: Galactic Basic

    Family
    Parents: Both deceased
    Siblings: Two older sisters
    Spouse: Husband
    Descendants: One child

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Blue
    Hair: Brown
    Height: 5'6 ft
    Weight: 120 lbs
    Prominent Hand: Right handed
    Attire: The robes of a jedi, with a violet outer robe and a red inner robe.
    Description: She is very optimistic and loves life.


    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: The Republic
    Order: Jedi Order
    Class: Jedi Sentinal
    Rank: Apprentice

    Possession: Single Blade
    Lightsaber Style: It is silver, with a butterfly design on it.
    Color: Cyan

    Force Powers

    1. Force Speed
    2. Force Telepathy
    3. Spirit Transference.

    Strength Powers

    1. Awareness
    2. Dueling
     
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    It looks like this is finally going to get started soon. I can't wait. :D
     
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    A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....


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    Roleplay I:
    The Anarchism of the Jedi

    Wars are spreading across the galaxy like plagues. Under the power of Emperor Vincere, the Imperial armada have been scattering across the stars in search for any Jedi or loyalist to the Republic in desperate attempts to eliminate them. The Yuuzhan Vong invaders from the Outer Rims of the galaxy have doubled in numbers every decade for the past three centuries and have destroyed planet after planet. After finding an ancient archive of the Old Confederacy of Independent Systems, a Neimoidian named Krakqu reformed the CIS, calling it the New Order of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Over the past decade, NOCIS has been crossing the galaxy, controlling star system after star system, destroying homes and lives. The Galactic Republic is suffering from what is known as the “Trinity of Tyranny.”

    The Senate has been actively trying to stop the fighting with diplomacy, but all attempts have failed. War was the only alternative. With the Republic and Rebellion joining up against common foes, they were still no match for the Tyranny that Emperor Vincere upheld throughout the galaxy. Desperate measures called for desperate pleading. The Jedi High Council, along with Jedi around the galaxy all joined together with the Republic and Rebellion to take down the Sith, Yuuzhan Vong, and NOCIS once and for all, and hopefully, bring peace back to the galaxy.

    Twenty-four years of hostilities and battles were faught and survivors were always minimal. The Republic began to worry about the great amount of Jedi and Senators that had defected to the Sith and Empire. The Jedi High Council was troubled as well. They were going to need every willing soul they could to save the galaxy. The Grand Master sent out a distress beacon to any Jedi that would take it. Unfortunately, it was intercepted by the Sith and never responded to. The Council than relied on the Force, hoping that the disturbance would send forth heroes, whom would forever be known as, “The Heroes of the Force.”
     
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    443 ABY: Aaron Ray Leblanc and Sylvana Valentine are born.

    453 ABY

    The waterfalls were always our favorite spot in the whole wide world. Everything was so quiet, so beautiful, so passionate. Everything was living with vivid depiction. The wind blew through our hair ever so softly as we would run through the wildflowers, making figure eights as we ran between each other, our arms outstretched like the starships we had always admired from afar. I laughed again as I ran besides her, trying my hardest to beat her to the Falls.

    The race up the small hillside of flowers was short and I had lost. She truly was a fast girl. I looked at her, my hands on my knees, slightly panting from all of the running. She was doing the same, already recuperated much faster than I. I smiled at her, tagging her on the shoulder before sprinting off again. It was useless. She dove on me faster than I could run away, making us tumble and fall down the opposite side of the small hill, rolling down to the flat garden of wildflowers and tall grass that was just before the Falls. We were safe, by far.

    After wrestling for a moment, she pinned me. I laughed. She wasn’t that much older than me. We were born the same year, grew up together, and are closer to each other than any brother or sister we both had ever met before. And we both had a secret that only we knew.

    We both could control the Force.

    It was our little secret. Something we would sneak out during nights to go practice throwing things like rocks and logs in the forests alone and practicing our speed and agility during the days.

    In Theed, there were legends of Jedi and Sith battles that had taken place centuries ago that were vital to the fall of the Republic, as well as battles that had led to the Valiant Era. We spent many a day studying about the Jedi together. We did everything but sleep and go to the restroom together and one day, we both wanted to be great Jedi.

    We wanted to save the galaxy.


    I laughed gently under my breath as I lifted a rock the size of my fist up in the air, my hand five feet from the object. I looked at her with a deep smile.


    “Look, I’m getting better.”

    “Yeah, you are.” She seemed as excited as I was. “You’re doing great, Airy.”

    I blushed. She was the only one that called me Airy. It was a joke she and I had made up a few years ago when we found out our powers. I had been running and I jumped in the air off a high hill towards the slope, catching the wind I had thought to float in the air for a few moments before falling to the earth below. She thought I had been flying a kite more than being the kite. Ever sense, she had been calling me Airy.

    “Pretty soon, I’ll be able to do the same things you can!” I was excited. She was a little better at her Force powers than I was. I could do what Jedi called the Core Force Powers while Syl could do some of the Universal Force Powers really well, like Force Throw, Breath Control, and Force Listening.

    “You’re already pretty good, Airy, don’t feel bad.” She was always empathetic. I was never sure if that was the Force power talking or her. It still made me happy though. I could always use the boost in my self-esteem.

    “Thanks, Syl.” Her smile made me smile. It was a big circle of happiness that for some reason, neither of us could control.

    A big circle of happiness that was only about to get better.

    “Aaron,” she whispered to me, looking towards the Falls.

    “Sylvana?” I laughed aloud. We were alone. Why would we whisper?

    “I want to show you something. Something I found in the forest two nights ago, when we were climbing the trees.”

    I tried to remember back. I remembered losing her for an hour. I was afraid that something bad had happened to her, but when I found her, she was perfectly fine. No scratches, no bruises, just a smile.

    “I found a hole. An entrance to a cave.”

    “Really?!” I jumped, completely enthused. I loved our adventures in the forests. “What was in it? Anything cool? Any treasure?”

    She laughed, “No silly, way better.”

    I looked at her and waited for the answer. I was anxious but she just smiled at me, turned, and sprinted off towards the distance. I had to keep up with her if I wanted to see what was happening. Her speed was far better than mine. When she was excited, she would double in speed while I would still be trailing behind.

    It took no time at all to enter the dark forests. The tall foliage and branches of green leaves covered the sky from us. She turned left and right between the large trees, disappearing from site every now and again before I was able to catch up.

    Until finally…

    She disappeared.

    I slowed down, looking left and right both ways. I couldn’t figure out where she had gone. I was concerned, but I knew she was okay. I looked around once again, before stopping to meditate. It was something I did often. If I stopped and mediated, I would be able to focus the Force on where she was.

    She was close. I could feel her close to my body. I looked to my left and walked towards the feeling. I looked straight ahead, smiling as she jumped from the ground, high above my head before landing in front of me.

    She laughed, “You found me.”

    “I’m getting better, huh?” I smiled, before looking at for her hands, which were behind her back. “Whatcha got there?”

    “Something,” she smiled, blushing, “for you and me.”

    I smiled so strongly when I saw the items in her hand.

    “Are those?” I said in a whisper. I felt ridiculous now.

    “Yup. They are.” She handed me the one in her left hand. It was a normal blade handle of silver with black on the handle. It was my first lightsaber. I stepped back from Syl and looked at the hilt with amazement.

    “It’s so amazing!”

    I turned it on, a greenish blue color coming out of the hilt to full length. It was a true Jedi lightsaber.

    “Cyan.” She said. “Very cool color.”

    “Can I have this one?”

    “Yeah, I’ll have this….” She stopped, looking back towards Theed. She had a look upon her face as if she had been expecting something. She smiled awkwardly. Something I had never seen before came to her eyes.


    I was about to ask her what was on her mind when she looked back at me for no more than a second. She looked back at Theed.

    I felt it too. A disturbance like none other. A power that was sweetly painful. The dark side. We looked at each other and smiled. Our chance to prove ourselves. Our chance to be taken from Naboo to a Jedi Temple somewhere in the galaxy and be trained by wisdom and strength.

    We ran out of the forest with great speed, both of us gripping our sabers tightly in one hand. I had never used one of these before but I wanted to prove myself. I was lucky too. Coincidence could be on my side, or luck, but Sith just didn’t show up when you find a lightsaber.

    We stopped when we reached the fields again though. Star Destroyers…huge, silver ships that covered portions of the field to Theed while extremely close to the ground. I stopped, as did Syl.

    From the bottom of the Destroyer, lines of metal wire fell from the ship. Thousands of wires, hitting the floor. Stormtroopers slid down the lines, blaster rifles all in their hands.

    That was the first day I killed someone before. We were instantly surrounded by them. I looked at Syl, who was staring at them with anger. Her eyes were bright. I looked at them to with worry. She turned on her blade first, me following. It looked like she had been practicing in the past two days.

    “We’re going to have to fight our way out, Aaron.” Her tone was so strict. I had never heard her so serious before. It was as if she had anticipated this attack.

    “Kill them?” I whimpered. I hated the thought of it.

    “Kill them all,” she whispered.

    This was a side of her I had never seen before. This wasn’t my Sylvana had grown up with for the past ten years. This was a darker one, a vengeful one, a deadly one. I feared her, though I loved her. I looked back at my blade. I had picked up the Jedi blade, while she had been given a red Sith lightsaber. Was their darkness in the blade, or was it something I just had never known about Syl.

    “Don’t let the dark side plague your mind, Syl,” I whispered to her.

    “Don’t let the dark side kill you, Aaron,” she whispered back, “We’re gonna make it through this.”

    The first stormtrooper walked towards us with authority. “Drop the lightsabers, kids. Come with us.”

    That’s when I noticed her power. She had been much stronger than me. Her left hand clinched into a fist, a tight squeeze that caused the vain in her wrist to pop out. She swung her fist towards the stormtrooper, the body thrown backwards towards the other sentinels. Her speed towards them amazed both me and the troops. She dove at the group, swinging viciously at their bodies.

    Many of her attacks connected with them, screams coming from the soldiers as she decapitated a near by soldier and then stabbed another.

    I didn’t have to move. The fear of what was going on was killing me. What was she doing? This wasn’t the Jedi way. This wasn’t we had studied for months together. This was wrong!

    I ran for her, turning off my lightsaber. I had to get her out of here. We needed to run and hide. We could hide in the cave we found. They would never find us. We were faster. We were smarter. We needed to survive.

    She looked back at me and frowned, yelling back at me to turn my lightsaber back on before they started shooting. That’s when I noticed the red in her eyes. I froze, my head circling with pain. I fell onto my knees in the tall grass, my head circling. Something blunt had hit me, I could tell. The swelling in my head was causing me to see nine of Syl, all of which being stricken, punched, and beaten with blaster rifles.

    “Syl…” I said without my voice. My head finally hitting the ground.

    “Airy…” her voice whispered back to me.

    That was the last time I ever saw Syl. That was fourteen years ago, before Emperor Vincere struck down the late Emperor. Before I knew fully about the great “Trinity of Tyranny” that had been on a conquest around the galaxy to control all. Before I had become a Jedi and taken vows to be loyal to the Republic.

    That was the last time I saw Sylvana Valentine.

     
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    467 ABY –
    Present Date

    “Master Aaron, the ship is ready for flight,” my microchip bead that was placed deep in my ear whispered to me. “Should I prepare the hyperspace coordinates for Taris then?”

    “Go ahead, TC. Tell R7 to make sure the A-Wing doesn’t have any trackers on it.”

    “I most certainly will, Master Aaron. Would you like me to do anything else?”


    “Just the task at hand, TC.”

    I looked around the corner slightly, my white hair falling down around my chin. I couldn’t see much with my hair in the way. I pulled back and put it behind my ears once more before looking slightly again. I could see three Yuuzhan Vong invaders standing with battle-axes the size of their bodies. They were talking amongst themselves. Their tongue was simple to understand because of how closely they were related to Basic, though every now and again, I came across a word I didn’t know.


    Just beyond the corridor was my exit.

    I looked across from where I was standing, smiled, and lifted my hand up, picking up a single rock about the size of my body. I dropped it once it was six feet in the air, causing a stir in the ground and in the guards. I stepped back, jumped up, and made my move. As they came running down the corridor, I made my way up to my ship. I moved as quickly as I could, hoping to be long gone by the time they figured out they had been had by a Jedi.

    I made it to my ship already warmed and prepped. Inside the cockpit was my protocol droid, TC-33. Inside a small manmade hole was my astromech droid, R-9-K1. Both droids had been with me for a long time, TC being with my family for the past three generations. I had bought R-9 off a Jawa sandcrawler on Tatooine nine years ago.

    R-9’s welcoming binary beeps made me smile. “You too, R-9. We ready to fly?”

    A few more beeps and clicks gave me my confirmation. I opened the cockpit and climbed into my seat in front of TC. I smiled at him, pushing my red and silver robes down on the seat.

    “Hello, TC,” I said as I maneuvered levers, flipped switches, and pressed buttons. “How was it here?”

    “Don’t ever leave me with those things again, Master Aaron. They were close to destroying the ship, had R-9 not frightened them away with echoes of a Rancor.”

    I laughed, “Very resourceful, I must admit.” I smiled as the A-Wing started to lift into the sky and then into space, pulling away from my previous landing. “I’ll keep that in mind, okay, TC?”

    “Yes, Master Aaron.” He slightly turned, the gears in his body making a quiet noise “Oh, yes. Did you find what you were looking for, Master Aaron?”


    My smile faded, shaking my head. “No, TC. I didn’t.”

    “What was it, Master, if you don’t mind me asking. You don’t have to tell me, at all if you –”

    “It’s okay, TC.” I said, looking down at the final switches to go into hyperspace. “I was looking for documents. It seems the Empire was already here though. All documents were destroyed, and the ones I did find where old coordinate of planets long ago. Nothing helpful, really.”

    “Were you looking for her again, Master?”

    “Yes, TC.” I hated it when he brought her up. It made my mood sour. I would rather be looking for documents of her location than for her by herself. The Empire moved quickly and it was a futile attempt to just look for her.

    “Do you think she’s still alive?” TC asked curiously. I could tell he wasn’t trying to hurt my feelings.

    “I haven’t felt her in fourteen years. I don’t know how her presence feels anymore or I would search the galaxy on pure feeling. I don’t know though. There are too many Sith now to know how many Jedi are left. Jedi are turning faster and faster to avoid death.”

    “What are we going to do in Taris?”

    “Master Mallendou B’rr is teaching the Padawans and Younglings right now with Master Uta Von on Taris. I think we can expect that they’ll be there for the next few days or so.”

    “All the Padawan?”

    “Yes, Yavin IV is still in ruins after the attack from the Sith and the High Council doesn’t want them on Coruscant until they’re ready to be given a Master, or be knighted.”

    “Who will decide that, Master Aaron?”

    “The Council decides.” I stopped and thought about what they could bring me closer to. “I think seeing Master Mallendoue and Master Uta will bring us closer to an answer.”

    “Guidance would definitely help right now.”

    I smiled. “I agree, TC, I agree.” R-9’s confirmation beeps and clicks gave me the sign to go. I clicked the final button and moved the lever down into position. In a blur, my ship shot into hyperspace towards Tares and the Jedi Academy.
     
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    Grotesque Dominæ ~ Emperor Vincere's Personal Star Shuttle

    The power of the force coursed through my fingertips as a storm of electricity surged through the bodies of three young Jedi. Their deaths were inevitable. No Jedi could slay me, Emperor Vincere. I smiled, my red and black skin showing my blacked sharp teeth and the horns on top of my head feeling sharper than ever. I waited until there was smoke rising from the body, all of them blacked. I lowered my hand, the electricity evaporating with the air.

    “General Fravlous,” I whispered to myself, “there are bodies in my quarters. Dispose of them.”

    “Yes, milord.” He was nowhere near me, but I could hear him as clear as day.

    “Are the Bounty Hunters here?” I whispered.

    “Not yet, milord.”

    “Lackadaisical fools.”

    I walked over to the bodies and kicked them with my boot. No movement. I lifted my hand above one of the bodies, my saber floating gently up below my hand. The blade turned on; a red fizzle that made me feel at peace with the world. I circled my hand quickly, the blade doing all the work for me. One after another, the blade decapitated each of the Jedi. I then closed my palm, the blade turning off, and all four lightsabers in the room rising into my sight.

    “Three new prizes.”

    I turned and walked towards the window of my ship to look out at the galaxy I was going to conquer, the four lightsabers circling my body gently in the air. I smiled gently. We were making excellent time.

    I could see Abregado and its moons. The Federation had done a wonderful job of blockading the planet and I could see starships from the Yuuzhan Vong. It would pain me to have them live when this was over. I wanted complete power.

    My move would be towards Coruscant when the numbers were ready. No one could protect the Jedi Order now. No one could stop the Republic from falling.

    I laughed as I turned around. My Sith were currently on Kinyen, dealing with Jedi. Hopefully, they would bring me back new prizes for my collection. I walked away from the corridor to go to my quarters.
     
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    Finally!

    Personal Introduction
    Name: Valentine, Sylvana
    Notable Aliases: "Syl"
    Age: 24
    Gender: Female
    Birth Planet: Naboo
    Race: Human
    Language: Galactic Basic
    Family

    Parents: Larasha Valentine; (mother; died in child birth) Father unknown
    Siblings: None
    Spouse: None
    Descendants: None
    Genealogical Descendants: None
    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Used to be hazel, but the dark side has turned them red with black veins.
    Hair: Long flowing black hair
    Height: 5'7"
    Weight: 125 lbs
    Prominent Hand: Right
    Attire: Black tank, black leather pants tucked into boots, black knee high combat boots, long black cloak (sith robes at times)
    Description: Once yearned to be Jedi, but Sith captured her and turned her. Now she serves the dark side.


    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: Empire
    Order: Sith Order
    Class: Sith Assassin
    Rank: Sith Lord

    Lightsaber Introduction (Jedi or Sith Use Only)

    Possession: Duel-Weilding Lightsaber
    Lightsaber Style: Black hilts, fit perfectly to hands
    Color: Right hand- Red; Left hand- Violet
    Weapon Description: Found red lightsaber when very young; violet one was taken as a prize when she killed a Jedi.

    The Force Introduction (Jedi or Sith Use Only)

    Force Powers:

    Assassin:
    Power One - Five
    Force Powers:
    -Force Horror
    -Force Shock
    -Force Plague
    -Mind Control
    -Force Crush
    +Force Flight
    +Force Drain

    Strength Introduction

    Strength Powers:
    Assassin:
    Power One- Computer Use
    Power Two- Security
    Power Three- Persuade
    Power Four- Repair
    Power Five- Duel-Wielding Fighting
     
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    467 ABY - Present Day

    My life started properly at the age of seven, when my mother started to fear for my life. I lived on Tatooine, a planet in the outer ring conquered by villainy. There, having a middle name that means ‘Jedi’ is a crime amongst criminals. It was when my mother realized this that I was torn from her. The only thing I could cling to was an empty promise.

    I was sent to Taris for Jedi training after the Councilmen accepted me. I was to take my first steps toward being a Padawan, and eventually, a Jedi knight. There began a time of bullying, the loud noises of the city, tear-stained pillows and inconveniently, rivals. In a desperate attempt to hide my identity, I carried everyone in a fantasy. That fantasy was that I was born on Coruscant, that my father and grandfather were Jedi and that I only knew one language- Galactic Basic. In truth, I was born on Tatooine, I never knew my father or grandfather, and so I had no idea on whether or not they were of Jedi descent. Finally, I spoke not one language, but two.

    They figured out my true past when they heard me curse in Huttese under my breath. They also noticed that before I got my uniform, I was wearing peasant’s clothing. Everyone in the capital wore some kind of dignified garb, yet I was dressed like a slave to a pod racer.

    But the dead give-away was how I always shivered, even in the warmest weather the planet Taris had to offer. Taris only had one sun.

    “Where are you from, kid?” An older initiate asked.

    I stumbled on my answer partly because I was shivering so much, and partly because I didn’t want my secret to be revealed.

    “C-C-Coruscant,” I replied, my guilty eyes gliding towards the floor.

    The older initiate glared as he picked me up by my new lightsaber, despite my protests. He read the carving of my missing brother’s name, and laughed darkly.

    “Let me go!” I hollered, flailing my arms like a child.

    “Just as I thought,” The nameless brute said as he tore the lightsaber off of my belt. “The inscription on your hilt is in the language of the Hutts. You’re from Tatooine.”

    “Give it!” I shouted, diving for my weapon.

    The brute passed it to another nameless bully, and I was in the middle of their little game of catch. It soon became a game of keep-away, and all of the other younglings laughed. I was the youngest of the initiates by two years, and that fact put me in a complete disadvantage. Not only a disadvantage in the game of keep-away, but the fact that all of the younglings were going to test for apprenticeship under a full-fledged Jedi. The nine-year-olds had been initiates for years, when I’d just started. All of the odds were against me.

    Soon, we lined up to train the force sense with Master Mallendou B’rr, and the nine-year-olds pushed my lightsaber into my chest. I was last to put on the helmet, as always. I noticed that the little robotic ball moved faster and faster with each recipient. Not one person punctured, or even grazed, the robot.

    My tormenter was up second to last; he was the one directly in front of me. I studied his movement carefully. It looked like he was just swinging his lightsaber wildly in a hope that he would hit the robot, without using The Force at all. He was tiring himself out senselessly, and Master Mallendou noticed this as well.

    Master Mallendou took the helmet off of the brute, and ordered him to sheath his lightsaber, however, my tormenter didn’t obey.

    “But why?” Saku demanded. “I need to prove that I can do it, and I need to crush this robot before that brat does!”

    I bit my lip. I knew that Saku was referring to me.

    Saku sheathed his weapon, and purposely banged his shoulder into mine as he walked away to the surrounding gang of nine-year-olds.

    I nodded, signaling that I was ready as Master Mallendou slipped the helmet on my head. I could hear the robot moving faster and faster as I closed my eyes. I needed to ‘feel’ The Force, as I was told, but I barely knew how to do even that.

    I didn’t move, and that only made me colder. I tried to think back to my home planet, but that only made me remember what happened when I was taken away.

    “Are we really going on that?” I asked my mother as we approached the spaceship.

    My mother dropped down to my height and started to button my jacket. Her hands were trembling and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I didn’t know why she was crying; perhaps she was sad that she was leaving her home planet with me.

    “It’s okay, Mom,” I said, placing my hand gingerly on hers. “I can do it all by myself.”

    I buttoned the jacket, and smiled, trying to make her happy again. She said herself that a smile can make anyone feel better.

    “See? I did it.”

    That only made her sob as she held me close to her.

    “Momo,” She told me. “I’m not going with you.”

    “N-No,” I said, horrified. “You can’t mean that,”

    The men behind us were yelling at my mother to hurry up, and called her a ‘whore’. I didn’t know what a ‘whore’ was, but I hoped it wasn’t something bad. My mother picked me up and kissed me on the cheek as a man in Republican clothing came up behind us.

    “I will see you again,” she whispered. “I promise.”

    “Okay.”

    She handed me over to the Republican man, and he swung me over his shoulder. But once I realized what I really said ‘okay’ to, I took those words back , but it was too late.

    “No! Not okay! Not okay!” I pounded my fists on the Republican man, kicking, screaming and crying.

    It wasn’t until the man slapped me across the face that I stopped blubbering. I was in a race between breathing and speaking until the sting erupted on my left cheek.

    “Stop crying!” he shouted.

    I could tell that he felt guilty after the ship took off because he offered me food. But I didn’t take my eyes off of Tatooine, my home.


    The emotion that I felt was so extreme that I felt an unknown sensation in my body. It was running through my veins like lightning and told me exactly where the robotic pod was.

    I thrusted my lightsaber into the pod, destroying it completely.

    No one spoke, not even Saku. I sheathed my lightsaber, still shaking. My eyes were tearing from the remnants of the fear that I felt. I knew what the new sensation was- The Force.
     
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    I watched the young ones swing at the droids in front of them. They were fast, but for the most part, they were faster. Master Uta Von was working with the Jedi Padawan’s at the moment. A lot of this younglings had potential to harness. I was especially happy for Momo, who had clearly grown in a hard position throughout his life. Tatooine was a hard place to grow up, but had given birth to the prophecy a long time ago.

    “Very good, young ones,” I said aloud. “Let’s move on to the next exercise. Let’s try using horizontal swings against the droid instead of vertical swings. A different tactic and much hard to control at times. You are all spaced out appropriately, so do not fear hurting another. You are all safe and I am watching. Now, continue.”
     
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    I stood in middle of the fast blowing sand, the wind blowing it in every direction. My skin, unaffected due to the thick crème colored wrap that was around my entire body, except my eyes. The safety glasses protected my eyes. Sweat, all over as the intense heat beat down on me. I didn’t care though, I was 18, and I was in love.

    “Meet me at the Floating Rock Garden.” He had said, with that sexy grin of his, “I have a surprise for you.”

    Suddenly arms wrapped around my waist and his head went on my shoulders, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look in that wraparound.” I smiled, and turned around as he embraced me in those strong hugs of his. He slowly let me go, a big happy grin on his face.

    “Can you climb that hill?” he asked, “I can help you if you need.”

    I gave him a playful look, “Does it look like I need help?” He laughed, and went towards the floating boulders. I turned the opposite direction and began to climb the steep hill, until I came to the top. It was no longer a slope but came straight down, so I pulled myself onto the small area at the top, and sat down, my legs dangling. The sand wasn’t as thick up there, and the view of the Rock Garden was magnificent.

    “Honey!” I heard him yell, his voice heavy, “Look over here.”

    I quickly looked over, and my eyes filled with tears of joy as I saw the momentarily immobile rocks, floating in a pattern that created two words: Marry Me.


    “Mother!” My daughter, Ozean yelled, and my eyes shot open. I smiled, her face just like mine had been 20 years earlier. I frowned, feeling my own face, how it had worn. What would he think of his old widow now?

    “We’re pretty close to where we’re suppose to meet the Emperor.” She said with a look of fear on her face, “We’re late all ready.”

    I could hear footsteps down the hall, and my son with his beautiful blue skin, the same as his father’s, came in with that grin on his face. My son Meer, the spitting image of his father.

    “Like it’s our fault anyway.” He said, “The git made us come from so far away just to do his bidding. We had a job ready for us back there.”

    “Meer. Shut up.” I said sternly, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m all the better for his training, it’s the least we can do.”

    “Maybe so.” He muttered, “And lookie there.” He said pointing out the front of the ship. Not far away were a mass of Empire ships, one of them contained the Emperor.

    “We’ve arrived.” I replied, “Let’s get ready.”

    I quickly walked to the back of the ship, and slung my satchel over my shoulder, and my gun belt on my waist. I tied my boots up as tightly as possible, and placed my guns in their place.

    “Did you clean them?” I asked, looking at Ozean as she put her belt on.

    “You bet.” She smiled, “We’re all set.”
     
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    Adam Morin

    Personal Introduction
    Name: Morin, Adam
    Age: 90, barely a teen in Anzati years
    Gender: Male
    Birth Planet: Anzat
    Race: Anzati
    Language: Anzat, Galactic Basic Standard
    Family

    * Parents: Belari Dantacore, mother/ Ufiri Zanth, father
    * Siblings: None
    * Spouse: None
    * Descendants: None
    * Genealogical Descendants: None

    Appearance Introduction

    Eyes: Light Blue
    Hair: Black, shoulder length
    Height: 5'9
    Weight: 173 lbs
    Prominent Hand: Left
    Attire: Tunic of the Padawan learner
    Description: Very quiet and reserved, fierce in battle. Often charges ahead when he should retreat. At times he can be rebellious. Very curious of the nature of the force. Disgusted of his people.


    Association Introduction:

    Alliance: The Republic
    Order: Jedi
    Class: Sentinel
    Rank: Youngling, relatively one of the oldest. Has not yet been accepted by a master because of the bad stigma of his race to go towards the dark side.

    Lightsaber Introduction

    Possession: Single Blade
    Lightsaber Style: Practice Saber
    Color: Yellow




    The Force Introduction

    Force Powers:

    * Sentinel
    Force Speed
    Force Jump/Leap
    Telekinesis
    Force Sense
    Force Mind Control


    Strength Powers: (Refer to list below)

    * Sentinel
    Dual Wielding Fighting
    Dueling
    Awareness
    Computer Use
    Repair
     
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    C’Tzr and the old man walked in silence through the herb garden. A sand storm raged just beyond the protective glass.
    “Do you feel it?” asked the old man.
    “My knuckles itch.” Said C’Tzr flatly
    C’Tzr shrugged. “They always itched right before a fight in the pits. It’s like an ant trying to eat its way out. Ya get used to it.”
    “What does that tell you?”
    “Hrum …” said C’Tzr flexing his only hand.
    The old man stopped and locked eyes with the Sith Knight. “The force speaks to every one of us differently. To me it is the scents of my herb garden. The strong pungent perfume of the nellit bulb always means bloodshed. Enemies always fill tongue with the tang of current root. But that’s just me, I grew up around herbs. You, my boy –“
    “I am a Sith Knight!” said C’Tzr with a snarl.
    “And compared to me you are but a boy. What? Will you take your chance now? Do you really think you can take me? Go ahead C’Tzr, if you have the nerve.”
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you want me to. There may come a time when it happens, unless you release me from this hate as you promised.”
    “That’s not what I said my boy. I promised to set you free, your hate will be with you forever. It is a fool that, for the sake of worthless philosophy, refuses to use a tool. Have you ever been to a moisture farm? Their collectors willingly accept every drop of water whether it came from the excrement of a blarg slug or the finest wine carelessly spilt. Be like the moisture farmer and take every drop of hate no matter where it comes from. Collect it, harness it, and condense it until all those tiny, infinitesimal drops become a great river.”
     
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    It was midnight when I felt it.

    It was a slight ripple, that was all. A strange disturbance that I couldn't place. But it carried a sense of urgency, faint as it was.

    I was sitting by a pool on the planet of Haruun Kal in the Al'Har system. This was the homeland of the fabled Master Mace Windu, who was killed by Darth Tyranus so long ago. My eyes were closed, but my mind was open, lost in a sea of thoughts; meditating. I opened my eyes. My master was asleep a few feet from where I sat, his snoring breaths pushing up his scraggly beard. Suddenly he stirred.

    "Did you feel that, Kratos?" he said, pushing himself up from his makeshift bed.

    "Yes, master," I answered as politely as I could muster. I wasn't used to following orders, especially from this Jedi. My old master was killed in battle four months ago, and Jedi Master Tias Cu'Thelon took me in, so to speak. I was ready to become a knight, but Master Tias said I had at least two more years to go. He truly was incompetent.

    "What do you make of it?"

    I sighed. "I don't know. It felt like a cry for help. From who, I don't know."

    Tias rubbed his chin. "Well, it can't be from anyone near here, or else we would've felt it much more strongly. It must be from far away."

    I'd have to be an idiot not to figure that out. How'd this guy become a Jedi Master anyway?

    "The Council?" I suggested.

    "It's possible," admitted Tias, "but they normally send beacons or messages, not ripples in the force."

    I picked up our supplies. "Maybe...they were intercepted?"

    "I doubt it...but...it can't hurt to be safe, you know. Always trust your feelings."

    I closed my eyes and attempted to send a message back to the council.

    We hear you. We are coming
     
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    The old man looked around his herb garden and sighed. “They’re calling for you.”
    C’Tzr was silent for a moment. “He stares at me in my dreams.”
    “Yes, he would. What have you heard the jedi say about the force?”
    “Does it matter? They die easy enough.”
    The old man turned, his jaundiced eyes wide in fury. “Does it matter? Does it matter! What have I been teaching you these past months? Remember the lesson of the weed, the lesson of the moisture farm. Nothing can be wasted – ever. Even if it is just the prattling of a jedi. Now what do they say of the force?”
    C’Tzr straightened his back and pulled back his shoulders. A groan bellowed from deep in his throat. “They say it unties and penetrates everything.”
    The old man nodded. “And what unites all things?”
    C’Tzr smiled. The quelth fangs grafted into his jaw dripped with venom. “Fear and hate.”
    “When the battles come, focus on your hate. Pick an image, a memory and make it so real the world around you fades. I will find your mind and add my own hate to yours. We will be united and the harvest will be great.”
    “No.”
    The old man giggled dryly. “You would defy me now.”
    “I want my own pure hate. Not the random images forced into my mind by a cursed Hutt! Not the bitter grudges of an old man. My hate, my pure focused desire!”
    Six clay pots exploded.
    The old man kept giggling. “Oh I’m afraid it’s far too late for that. Have you ever stopped to consider exactly what those, worms as you call them, really are?”
    C’Tzr ran his hand over the cranial implants that bulged from beneath his misshapen skull. “They make me feel the pit bosses’ hate.
    “You really are like a banta sometimes. Big, strong, and dense as anything. They’re droids. Very basic constructs, but droids nevertheless. They have been scripting your hate. In the pit fights, they drew inspiration from the crowds. Since your training began they …”
    “Got their ideas from … you.”
    The old man nodded. “My hate is like a raging flood. It will keep filling your mind more and more. You only have two choices, master it or drown. No matter where you are my hate will still spill into your being. Control it and you may well find your own pure hate. Fail … and there will be nothing left inside that shaven skull but me. Now go, he is waiting.”
     
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    The salty air kissed my cheeks as my body waded across the stream of water. The solemn sight of the sun vaporized my strength slowly, but she kept struggling. I wasn't far from my destination. It was a few more yards, as far as I know. I jumped to feel the glory of success and someone held my hands as I did so. Morchein.
    "Well hello sweet. Isn't your spa over yet?"
    He cynically asked as he helped me up, and I eyed him furiously.
    "Of course not. I've been swimming at 50 km/h for sightseeing."
    Morchein laughed, and kissed her on the cheek.
    "To that, I'll say you're improving. Though you should work on running, not swimming."
    "Alright, alright. Let me be myself once in a while."
    I then let go of the moment, walking away abruptly. Morchein knew me well enough to not to stop me, but understand that I had to go relieve my brain muscles once in a while. I happily wore my exquisite dress and minutes later, walked out.
    "Where are you going?"
    Cremifa, my housemaid asked.
    "The usual."
    My answer had no raw meaning - only a symbolic phrase which meant that I was doing something unexplainable.
     
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    Adam Morin

    Adam stared down off the floating platform into the twisting mists of the world below. Above him, in a much similar fashion, twisted the ever-present aurora. Anzat. Almost every people had some kind of legend about the place. His people were monsters, feeding on the memories of others in a most gruesome fashion. It made him sick.

    A few days ago, Adam had stolen away from his family to this spaceport. He was leaving this place. He was going to escape the legacy his people had laid down before him. He had heard some of the traders talk of a world called Taris. Adam had managed to convince a group of traders to take him to this place. Had they known he was Anzat, they would never have done this. It was fortunate that only a skilled eye could tell Anzati from Baseline Humans.

    Adam couldn't remember how long he had been stowed away in the hull of the trader ship, could've been days or months. The ship took the Perlemian Trade Route all the way until it crossed with the Hydian Way. From there the ship made its way to Taris.

    The Jedi had been reluctant to take him on at first. They knew what he was and his people's tendency for the Dark Side of the force. Adam, however, was devout in his insistence. It was ultimately his ability to manipulate the force to the degree that he could that led the Jedi to accept him. He had passed almost every test with above average marks.

    It had been a difficult time for Adam at first. The other children, fully aware of what he was, taunted him with insults like "snot vampire". It only lasted until a group of the more experienced initiates decided they would take matters into their own hands.

    Adam had spent the week following under the constant watch of a stern Jedi Master Mallendou B'rr. He had put three of the initiates through a wall and forced the fourth to hold himself under the water of the Temple Fountains almost until he had drowned.

    Time passed, and still no master would take Adam on. He had marred his reputation by injuring the four students, marred it more by being what he was. Even though he often performed better that others that were chosen, he was constantly told he wasn't ready.

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    Adam watched silently as the other younglings left the training area. The masters had decided it would be best for him and for the other initiates if he trained separately. It wasn't because he was better than them, though he liked the think he was. The Anzati were highly sensitive to the force. When in the presence of those who could wield it, anzati sometimes had trouble controlling the urge to feed. The private sessions were designed to teach him to control that urge.

    "Hey! No! I need that," came a cry from the group of initiates that had just left. Laughter followed. It was laughter that Adam had heard often in his first days here, the cruel laughter of jealous children.

    In the middle of the group, a pair of older children were holding a lightsaber above the head of a younger initiate. The initiate was jumping up trying to reach, laughter erupting from the others every time he did and failed to reach.

    Adam recognized one of the bullies as a long-time initiate named Saku. The thought of the boy left a bad taste in Adam's mouth. He was boastful, yet weak. It was the worst combination.

    "Come on little hutt-slave! Why don't you use the Force and take it from me?" laughed the second child.

    Adam put his open hand in front of him and closed his eyes. He may have had a little more experience using the force than other initiates, but he still had to concentrate to take hold of it. He could feel the force around him, feel it call out to him just as he called out to it. It flowed around him and then through him. When he opened his eyes the saber was floating gently down from the hand of the bully and into the outstretched hand of the young initiate. Simultaneously, the other boy was floating up and back. He was beginning to let out frantic cries, telling the bewildered looking younger initiate to put him down. Adam smiled a little as the initiate glanced over at him. After releasing the bully who crashed to the ground with a resounding thud, Adam turned and walked into the training room where a stern-faced Master Mallendou waited, tapping a foot. He had felt, and maybe even seen what Adam had.

    Adam bowed his head, a slight smirk touching the edges of his lips. "Good morning Master Mallendou."
     
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    Momo was stunned. He had never seen such control of the force with an initiate before. He held his light saber close to his chest as he thought of who the strange yet kind youngling must have been. Momo wanted desperately to know his name, but his curiosity was overpowered by his shyness. Also, it looked as though the kind, older initiate was in trouble with Master Mallendou. That scared him, but he wanted, with the initiate's permission, to become friends with him- or at least learn his name.

    Saku and all of the other younglings were speechless, as they all watched him helplessly get scolded by Master Mallendou.

    Momo rushed over to Master Mallendou and the kind new stranger, and started to back him up.

    "Master, with all due respect, he was only helping me. Please don't punish him."

    Momo had a mousy voice, but it was clear enough for Master Mallendou to hear. He clutched his light saber close to his pounding heart, waiting for the master's reaction.
     
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