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Post by obi1roxmysox on Mar 21, 2006 16:02:50 GMT -5
;D
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 21, 2006 16:06:51 GMT -5
ROTFL
dear me you guys are too much
thanks for all the replies on this story ;D
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Post by Marybeth (anni) on Mar 21, 2006 16:08:52 GMT -5
you are welcome
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Mar 21, 2006 16:09:16 GMT -5
yup! dear me! ur hilarious!!! ;D
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 21, 2006 16:26:15 GMT -5
Lol ;D heck yea ;D lol Thanks guys
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 22, 2006 21:23:09 GMT -5
No cursing.
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 24, 2006 14:57:46 GMT -5
When did i 'curse'? as u call it
Ive been a good boy and have been watching my languge, though i was on the other day when i had had a few drinks. woops
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Post by Marybeth (anni) on Mar 24, 2006 21:17:40 GMT -5
Lol ;D heck yea ;D lol Thanks guys You swore in this post but an Admin changes it.
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 24, 2006 21:28:29 GMT -5
woops ey dasiy.
Very sorry, its difficult, i am trying not to sware its just that some words you consider sware words arnt around here, is there somewere that tells you what words are taboo?
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 25, 2006 11:44:20 GMT -5
Well, in USA H*** D*** B**** S*** F*** are curse words. Bloody isn't though. Not yet...
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 25, 2006 12:29:20 GMT -5
erm what about:
T*** C*** A*** W**** W*****
surely you count them as swering, not like i would ever say them here.
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 26, 2006 21:59:21 GMT -5
I don't know what they stand for. A** is a curse word, and if you consider those to be curse words, don't say 'em.
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 27, 2006 12:19:37 GMT -5
yea ok, btw we are both thinkin of the same word just u spell it *ss we spell it *rse.
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Mar 27, 2006 16:55:02 GMT -5
*rse??? haha.... funny way to spell it...... ;D
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 27, 2006 18:04:27 GMT -5
yea we pronace the r
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 27, 2006 21:07:57 GMT -5
HeHe, I wish I had an English accent. LOL, once an English man came to our church, and one of our members teased him by saying "You sure have learned English well". It was amusing, . . .
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Post by Marybeth (anni) on Mar 27, 2006 21:08:15 GMT -5
ROTFL
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Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 27, 2006 21:30:15 GMT -5
We need that icon from Yahoo! of the ROTFL icon.
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Post by Marybeth (anni) on Mar 27, 2006 21:36:40 GMT -5
yeah
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Post by Courtney Solo on Apr 2, 2006 14:17:44 GMT -5
Definately.
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Post by obi1roxmysox on Apr 3, 2006 15:18:41 GMT -5
sure. ;D
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Post by Courtney Solo on Apr 4, 2006 14:25:55 GMT -5
... Where'd Imperial-Hippy go? He's never on.
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Apr 4, 2006 15:26:19 GMT -5
Sorry, sorry, been cort up in work and social life, ok here is chapter 2 ...
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Chapter 2
The Force is shifting. My uncle warns us of a threat from out side of the order, a Sith perhaps wanting to destroy the Jedi, to upset the peace. I know he speaks the truth in this, I too have sensed the lurking presence growing in strength, hiding in the shadows.
It is a chilling thought indeed; to know that there could be another Sith Lord out there, preparing for the day when it has slain the last of us and can control the galaxy, a bleak day that would be.
Though my fears stretch further than the Sith, my fears stretch to the Jedi, to my Uncle.
I have observed his behaviour over the years since he elected himself Grand Master, what I am beginning to suspect chills me to my core.
We were all changed by the war, hardened. I know that I have been more aggressive, more selfish; it was how we survived the invasion. It was either that or die and let the Vong tear up the galaxy that we spent our lives protecting. I do not regret my actions, I made a choice and I acted.
Though what scares me is that my uncle hasn’t shown signs of returning to the way he was in times of peace. If anything he is drifting further away, away into the darkness. I know there is no dark side of the Force, but there is darkness in us all, if we let it control us, if we listen to it, then we are lost. I fear my uncle is starting to listen.
My thoughts are interrupted by an alarm that indicates I am about to revert back into real space. I sigh, these are distressing times, though I am comforted by the knowledge that soon I shall be in the one place in this galaxy where I feel at peace, with the only two people I can truly trust.
I bring my battered ship into the atmosphere and settle it down on a private docking bay in the royal gardens. I walk down the ramp and my frown, which I carry so often these days, transforms into a peaceful smile and I kneel down on one knee stretching my arms out as a blur of red leaps into my embrace.
I pick my daughter up spinning her around in the air before pressing her small body tightly to my own and kissing her scarlet locks.
“It is good to see you Allana, I have missed you a great deal.” I am overjoyed by the simple pleasure I get by holding my own child in my arms. “I love you so very much.”
“I love you too daddy, I wish you didn’t have to go away all the time.” This is my wish also; I have often dreamed of just living life simply, alone with the two people I love more than the Force itself.
“You know daddy would stay if he could Allana, but he is an important man.”
I look up and see my other love, her hair loose framing her face like a jewel. She is wearing a bed robe and I realize for the first time just how late it is here on Hapes.
“I’m sorry did I wake you two up? I forgot how late it is here.” This causes Allana to giggle, and I feel my love saw through me, that pure innocent giggle, that is what I fought for, that is what I sacrificed so much for, that is what I would die for without a seconds thought.
“Silly daddy, aren’t Jedi Mastgers meant to be smart?”
“It is ‘Masters’ and no matter what title daddy holds he will still be as dumb as a bantha.”
I flash the queen mother the famous lop sided grin, enjoying the gentle banter.
“You married me your highness”
“Why do you think I keep it a secret?”
This just sends Allana into even more giggling fits. I smile at my wife, a real affectionate smile, and send her a message across our bond. I love you too.
She smiles back, equally warm and lovingly.
Allana, who missed the exchange, starts to get bored by the lack of attention and starts fidgeting in my arms. I smile and place her on the floor.
“Run along back to bed, I will be in shortly and tuck you in, if you’re especially good, I will even read you a story.”
She literally jumps with glee; a small, excited squeak escaping her mouth before she darts off, back into the palace faster than any six year old should be able to.
I chuckle to myself and walk up to my wife.
“You will ruin her sleeping timetable.”
“She will adapt, she is a Solo after all.”
“Don’t remind me,” she says shaking her head.
“There are some advantages to being a Solo, you know.” I say moving closer to her, and flashing the Solo grin again.
“Such as,” she says, raising an eyebrow.
“You mean apart from the good looks?” I lean in and place my lips on hers, caressing them with my tongue, she grants me access and I deepen the kiss, poring all my passion and love into it and her.
We part what feels like a lifetime later, and I smile down at her.
“How are things going with the Jedi?” she asks softly. I feel my smile quickly reverse at this.
“Not good.”
“Oh.”
“I am afraid, Tenel Ka.”
She lets me continue
“I am afraid that the Jedi have seen their last days.” I sigh, “there is a shadow creeping over the galaxy, it holds many secrets and many evils. It is possible that the Sith have returned.”
“How can this be? I thought the Sith had been destroyed years ago.”
“There are many factions within the Sith, not all follow the line of Palpatine.”
“If the sith have returned then I can indeed see the reason for your fear my love. But that is not the only reason is it?”
I take comfort in the fact that she knows me so well.
“I fear for Uncle Luke.”
“Master Skywalker? Why?”
“He is not the same man he used to be, he has become selfish and power hungry. He is acting more like an emperor.”
I can tell that she is shocked by the news, hurt, but she does not think I am lying, she takes my words as fact, as I would take hers.
“I fear for the galaxy my love, I fear for the Jedi, and I fear for us.”
She does not respond to this, she just leans into my chest, and we both take comfort in each other. We stay like that for a while just holding each over, trying to cling onto the happiness that we both know is slipping away.
Soon there will be no more peace, no more safe resorts. Soon there will only be hate and evil.
A tear falls from my eye, and I can feel the hope of the galaxy falling with it.
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Post by Marybeth (anni) on Apr 4, 2006 17:09:09 GMT -5
oh, man this one was cool
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Post by Courtney Solo on Apr 6, 2006 14:42:00 GMT -5
LOL, good one, Imp.
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Apr 22, 2006 10:31:38 GMT -5
Chapter 3
The Force is shifting, and I am at the helm. I can feel my goal getting ever closer. I have thought of nothing else since I fully embraced the darkness. I am not ashamed of what I am, not any longer. After all it is the only way the galaxy can survive.
It is my duty to protect the galaxy and bring punishment to those who are unjust. The Jedi are such people. The Jedi say they protect peace. That is a lie. I know this now.
The Jedi need to learn what I have learned, and to do so they must die, as I have. It is a law of the flesh a law of blood.
Blood. I crave blood. The blood of a Jedi, though for the moment I will have to content myself with this.
The blue swirls splutter and fade and are replaced by stars. It is time.
I set my self up into a crawl position and slowly make my way along the hull of the ship I am riding on. Reaching my destination and unclipping my lightsaber from my belt using the Force. I set to work on cutting a hole big enough for myself.
Life is so much simpler when I am damaging things.
The chunk of durasteal drops through and I am quick to follow it, using the force to fight against the wind wishing to throw me back into space.
I land on the floor mere moments before the ship automatically patches the hole I created.
In a micro second I process my surroundings, taking extra interest in the blast door, which is opening in front of me.
I dive left and cling to the wall, as a barrage of blaster fire sweeps into my previous position.
If I had a mouth I would smile.
In the blink of an eye I am standing behind the five would be attackers, and in another eye blink they are falling to the floor in several pieces. I take a moment to bask in the sounds of their screams and rejoice as there blood splashes over me.
I move now towards the cockpit, as I duck through the door the pilot jumps from his seat drawing his hold out blasted and fires. My attention is divided as simultaneous to the pilot’s attack a guard swings a vibro-blade down at my back.
Cursing myself for letting someone get behind me, I spin around and punch the security officer in the chest with lightening fast fists. His limp body flies back through the air before crashing into the hull and falling in a dead heap.
At the same time the blaster bolt impacts on my back. Now that makes me angry.
With my back still turned on the pilot I lift my hand, his body follows suite. When he is suspended in mid air, limbs thrashing wildly, I clench my fist, again his body follows suite and now my back is coated with blood to match my front.
I set forth to finish my task, with the Force I can feel my last target cowering in one of the cabins.
The door appears to be locked as I approach it, what ever am I going to do?
I laugh in my head and casually shatter the door with the Force, she is brave I will give her that for she does not scream.
I now see her, huddled up in the far corner, her small body in contrast to the overly sized ship.
“Please don’t kill me,” she squeaks out, amongst her sobs.
“You have the potential to become a Jedi,” As always I am slightly taken aback by how mechanical my voice sounds, “and so you will die.”
I put actions to my words and pick the small girl up with the Force. Absently I realise she must only be about four years old.
It matters not. She was going to the Academy to begin training as a Jedi, she deserved to die.
I must admit I do enjoy killing. I like testing my creativity by thinking up new and gruesome ways of finishing the job, I loath using the same method over and over again.
I am going to enjoy this.
My lightsaber activates.
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I love this moment, almost as much as the actual killing, just standing alone in the aftermath of the carnage covered in parts of my fallen enemies.
Remembering my mission I make my way back to the cockpit. I now activate my arm holo and a hooded figure appears.
“Are you aboard?” The figure asks, in a muttered voice. Yet as always it maintains that commanding edge to it.
“Yes master, I have secured the ship and ‘dealt’ with the girl.” Pride slipping into my voice slightly.
“Good good.” My Master breathes, “Proceed to the planet and await my instructions. You will taste Jedi blood soon my pet.”
The promise of killing a Jedi excites me dramatically, and I hurry to the helm. As I guide the luxury liner down onto the planet a flood of memories fills my head. Memories of my past life, mostly sad.
They discomfort me, but there is something else which draws my attention. It feels like something that belongs to me, almost like a part of me is on this planet, hidden in the dense forest. It is calling to me; I make a note to find time to seek this ‘thing’ out.
I break the atmosphere and can see the massive forest that covers the land.
How I despise this monkey world, so full of life.
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Post by Courtney Solo on Apr 22, 2006 10:52:51 GMT -5
ACCCCCCCCCCCCK! The poor girl! Dang, this is dark...
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Apr 22, 2006 11:04:13 GMT -5
yea, i told ya this wasnt going to be a pretty fic
and i needed to show what the dark side dose to you, and what it makes you caberble of.
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Post by Courtney Solo on Apr 22, 2006 11:12:04 GMT -5
Translation: Yeah, I told you this wasn't goint to be a pretty fic. I need to show what the Dark Side does to you, and what it makes you capable of. I agree. ;D
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Post by Imperial-Hippy on Apr 22, 2006 11:23:35 GMT -5
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