~Rogue Jedi~
Jedi
One thing a Samurai must keep constantly in mind, by day and by night...The fact that he has to Die.
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on May 31, 2007 5:39:36 GMT -5
been busy. I will add more soon, and thanx.
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~Rogue Jedi~
Jedi
One thing a Samurai must keep constantly in mind, by day and by night...The fact that he has to Die.
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on May 31, 2007 6:02:36 GMT -5
Seth spotted Sorn right away. He was at his usual table, surrounded by bodyguards. Wasting no time, Seth made a beeline for the spice dealer. As he neared, a Trandoshan wielding a vibro blade stepped in his path. “No one sees the boss without an appointment.” The towering creature said.
Seth had no time for this. He reached out and grabbed the Trandoshan by his yellow coverall, pulled him forward, and brought a knee up into the beasts abdomen. It’s mouth opening in a silent scream, the thug slid to the ground holding his private parts. Sorn turned at the sound, and, upon seeing that it was Seth, waved the rest of his thugs away.
Reluctantly, they obeyed, picking up their ailing comrade and heading for the bar. One being stayed behind, however. She sat at Sorn’s side, caressing his long blond locks, saying nothing. She looked harmless, but Seth knew that this woman was in fact not a woman. She was a droid. A top of the line assassin droid. Sorn had paid an arm and a leg for her, and she had proven her worth many times.
Appearing to be completely human, this droid had been upgraded many times over. She had a layer of synthflesh that covered her exoskeleton and long black hair. Her green eyes had infrared capability, and she had the strength of ten men. Not to mention her uncanny fighting ability and lightning fast reflexes. Sorn had gone a step further and installed a food processor in her, so that she may eat and process food. Seth also knew that this particular model could actually have sex with it’s owner. Sorn cared immensely for her, having an emotion chip installed in her so that she may experience human feelings.
She was utterly and totally devoted to Sorn, and would terminate her own existence if it meant saving him. Her name was Serena. Seth had worked with her before, even sparred with her. She was good, he had to admit, even though he won most of their sparring matches.
Sorn gestured to a chair opposite him and spoke. “Seth, good to see you. Sorry about that,” He gestured towards the now sanding Trandoshan, “Meeko is new, he doesn’t know you.” Seth sat down, and Sorn continued. “So, what do I owe to the honor of this visit?” Seth took a quick look around before speaking. He felt danger near, but he couldn’t determine if it was aimed at him or not. “I need to get uplevel, to the temple. Can you help me?” He asked. Sorn snorted, waving his hand in dismissal. “No one is getting up there anytime soon, my friend. What’s the matter, haven’t you heard?” Seth shook his head. Sorn motioned to the bartender, who nodded and turned up the giant holoviewer behind the bar.
Seth looked and saw the same newscaster he had seen earlier, this time with her hair down. She stood before the Jedi Temple, which was now apparently cordoned off by clone troopers. Seth saw several fires burning within, along with signs of a pitched battle. As the volume cane into existence, Seth listened intently. “Continuing our earlier report on the incident at Supreme Chancellor’s offices, we have learned that several Jedi were involved. When clone troopers arrived here at the Jedi Temple to question the Jedi council, they met heavy resistance. Several Jedi and even more troopers were killed in a violent battle, but we have been assured that the situation is under control. Jedi Master Yoda is currently being sought for questioning. More on this breaking story later, stay tuned for details.”
Seth was blown away. The temple had been attacked? Several Jedi were killed? His sense of urgency climbed a couple of notches as he seized Sorn’s arm. “You know how to get me uplevel, so get me there. Now.” He said. Serena started to rise, but Sorn waved her down. “Seth, relax. I will help you, you know that.” he said. Seth relaxed and released his arm. He knew he could trust Sorn. Sorn and Serena were the only two beings that knew about Seth’s past, that he used to be a Jedi. Seth had revealed this one night when he was very drunk.
“OK, let’s see.” Sorn said as he pulled out a datapad. He punched in a short command, and a three dimensional map of the underlevels came up. He pointed towards a door marked in red that appeared to be right outside. “This door will get you to sublevel 5, and then we can take a turbolift to sublevel 3. From then on, we go this way.” He indicated a yellow X on the map. “It’s an old maintenance ladder I happened upon one day that brings you up close to Imperia avenue. From there it’s just a short walk to the temple.” Seth took the datapad, studied it for few minutes, then handed it back. “Thanks, Sorn. I owe you one.” Seth said.
Sorn rose, straightening his cloak. “Oh no, Ralter. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily. Serena and I are going with you.” Before Seth could protest, Sorn raised a hand. “Don’t argue, I owe you. Besides, the turbolift is encoded to my DNA. Only a retinal scan of my eyes is going to activate it.” Seth thought there might be some sort of security device, and he had been right. Seth nodded, rising from his chair, and started to turn towards the door, but Sorn grabbed his arm and led him towards the back entrance. Confused, Seth started to pull away. Sorn pointed towards the back of the tavern, then spoke.
“One of your s bending friends is out back, tending to the homeless. I figured you’d want to take them with you.” A Jedi? Here? Intrigued, Seth pushed the rear door open, wrinkling his nose as the stench from the alley hit him, he looked around. There was a lone figure at the end of the alleyway, kneeling over a fallen figure. It looked as if the body on the ground had been the victim of a random mugging.
As Seth drew nearer, he reached out with the force, trying to identify this good Samaritan. As his force tendrils reached out, the stranger turned, lowering the hood of their cloak. Seth recognized her right away. Jedi healer Valus Oprisah.
Seth had always held Valus in high regards merely for the fact that she had a spirit of kindness about her that he had never encountered in another being, Jedi or not. Her skills at healing the wounded were unrivaled. He had seen this first hand after the battle of Geonosis, when she had tended to some blaster burns he had acquired. As if sensing his approach, she rose and lowered the hood of her Jedi cloak, revealing her brown/white Bothan fur. Seth had been told that by Bothan standards, she was a rare beauty.
As she realized who he was, she smiled and walked towards him. “Seth, my old friend. I haven’t seen you in a Rancor’s age. How have you been?” Seth smiled and took her offered hand. “Hello, Valus.” He replied. “Listen, we have no time for small talk. Have you felt it?” He was referring to the events that had recently unfolded at the Jedi temple. Valus nodded sadly, looking upwards.
“I have felt death,” she said, “I have felt several Jedi crossing over into the force. There are dark forces at work here, Seth. Do you have an idea on how we can get uplevel?” Seth nodded, introducing Sorn, laying out their plans on getting uplevel. Nodding in approval, she took one last look at the stirring figure on the alley floor. “Well, let’s get moving, then.” She said. Together, the four of them started their trek upwards.
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Post by phoenixdarkside on May 31, 2007 11:09:23 GMT -5
it very interesting rogue jedi
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Post by Darth Valrum on May 31, 2007 22:16:08 GMT -5
Ooo, leaves me aching for more.
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~Rogue Jedi~
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on Jun 1, 2007 6:43:16 GMT -5
The journey to sublevel 5 went uneventful. As Sorn led the way down a dank corridor to the turbolift, Valus fell in step with Seth. “I felt him die too, Seth.” She said. Seth shot her a look, realizing she had meant Master Fisto. Of course she had meant him, Seth thought to himself. Valus, despite lacking grand dueling skills, was more attuned to the force than any other Jedi Seth had ever met, besides Master Yoda. So when the events at the temple had unfolded, she had been hit harder by it than Seth had. Seth felt a pang of sympathy for the Jedi healer walking beside him.
Sensing this, she turned to him and gave him a forced smile. “Do not feel sorry for me, Seth. They are at one with the force.” Seth nodded and quickened his pace, suddenly angry at her. The temple had been attacked, countless Jedi killed, and she was quoting Jedi platitudes to me? Seth had one thing on his mind, and that was to find Willey. He felt her in the force, he still could feel her presence, albeit it was a faint one. She was hurt, dying, or, he hoped, concealing her presence. Valus sensed this and lay her hand on his arm, reaching out with the force, calming him. “Yes, she is alive,” she said. “And we will find her, Seth, I promise.”
Seth allowed Valus to use her calming technique on him, feeling it wash over him, like a refreshing mountain spray. After a few moments, he spoke. “Sorry, Valus. It’s just that all this…..it’s proven taxing.” Valus smiled and caressed his cheek. “No need for apologies, Seth. I am sure all of our questions will be answered in due time.” She reached down and straightened the lapels on his swoop jacket, appraising him as a mother would. Seth was amused at this. All of this death and chaos going on around them, and Valus still found time to play the role of good Samaritan.
They walked a few more meters, coming to a sudden and abrupt stop as Serena held up her hand in warning. She peered down the corridor, scanning the area for whatever had spooked her, then walked slowly back towards Seth and Valus. Sorn had his blaster drawn and was down on one knee, covering them. When she arrived at Seth’ side, she spoke. “Clone troopers, around a dozen, covering the entrance to the turbolift.” Seth reached out with the force, scanning the dark corridor, and sure enough, found them.
13 Troopers, relaxed, but ready to strike in an instant. Serena had not needed the force to sense them, relying on her enhanced senses, mainly her sense of smell and her infrared photoreceptors. Seth considered this a moment, then turned to her. “Ideas?” He asked? Serena spoke without looking at him, her attention focused on the darkness. “Sure,” she said, “Why don’t we just try and sweet talk them?” Seth smirked. That emotion chip Sorn had installed was working overtime.
He turned to Valus, pulling her into the darkness. “Listen,” he said, “Serena and I will handle this.” Valus started to protest, drawing her lightsaber. Seth shook his head and continued. “We need you alive, Valus. If there are Jedi at the temple that need medical attention, you are all we have got. Stay here with Sorn, please.” Valus pondered this for a moment, then reluctantly agreed. Seth gave her a reassuring nod before grabbing Serena by the wrist, leading her towards Sorn.
Sorn must have already known their plan, because he nodded and disappeared into the shadows beside Valus. Seth considered their options. He drew his blaster, checked the charge, saw that it was full. Serena touched his arm, shook her head, and drew two vibroblades. Of course, Seth said quietly. Stealth..
Seth holstered his blaster, drawing his own vibroblade. Together, he and the assassin droid made their way down the corridor as quietly as possible. As they neared the troopers, Seth sensed that one of them turned in their direction,. The trooper turned on the foglamp attached to the end of his blaster rifle and scanned the corridor for intruders. Seth and Serena sprang away from each other, to opposite sides of the hall, hiding behind piles of rubble. As the trooper scanned the corridor, Seth shot Serena a quick glance. She was smiling. She enjoyed this.
As the light faded, the trooper returned his attention to his fellow troopers, who were engaged in a conversation about the events at the temple, from what Seth could gather. Seth stepped from behind the rubble, sticking to the shadows, Serena mirroring his every move. Sith, she was good. As Seth neared the troopers, he looked over and gave Serena a nod. She nodded in return, concealing her vibroblades behind her back, stepping out to greet the troopers.
The troopers, sensing her presence, turned as one, bringing their blasters to bear on her. Seeing that she was a lone woman, they relaxed a bit, but still remained on guard. A trooper bearing burnt orange markings on his armor stepped forward, holding his hand up, signaling for her to stop. “Ma’am, this area is restricted,” he said, “I am going to have to ask you to go back the way you came.”
Serena slowed a bit, adding a bit of sexiness to her demeanor. “Easy, boys. Any idea where a lady can get a drink around here?” The troopers lost their focus for a mere moment, and that moment was all that Seth needed.
He sprang out from his hiding place, wielding his vibroblade in one hand, and a regular blade in the other. He buried the vibroblade to the hilt in the lead troopers neck, spinning away, lashing out with the other. The second trooper never saw it coming. The blade found the black latex body glove that covered his neck. Razor sharp, the blade sliced through his carotid artery. Both troopers fell together. Before the troopers could react, two of their number were down. It took them a second to react, and during that time, Serena had leapt among them. Her swipes were lightning fast and as accurate as a surgeon, dropping clone troopers left and right. She and Seth spun and leapt among the troopers, felling them left and right. As Seth downed the last trooper, he turned and saw that Serena was relieving them of their armor. As he prepared to ask why she was doing this, he smiled to himself as realization dawned on him. Clever girl.
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Post by Darth Valrum on Jun 1, 2007 18:50:43 GMT -5
Wow, so where do u get your story from, your ideas?
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~Rogue Jedi~
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on Jun 2, 2007 0:16:28 GMT -5
well, this story, i am just making it up as i go along. i have other ideas, other stories. they are in my vault. *taps side of head*
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~Rogue Jedi~
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One thing a Samurai must keep constantly in mind, by day and by night...The fact that he has to Die.
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on Jun 2, 2007 4:25:00 GMT -5
Commander Raj of the 5th fleet security force was bored. He watched as his troopers manned their posts, operating with their usual unrivaled efficiency. Ordered to secure the Jedi temple, he had dispersed his squad of one hundred troopers at strategic locations throughout the temple. Their job was to seek every corner of the temple, to look for any and all Jedi in hiding, and to terminate them.
These orders had come from this “Lord Vader” himself, and Raj was not about to question them. This strange man who appeared to the average eye a Jedi was apparently Lord Sidious’s second in command, and demanded the same discipline and respect. Ever since order 66 was given, Raj and his men, as well as the rest of clone troopers, had been busy hunting down and killing Jedi. Raj had killed three himself. This seemed to fuel his ego, and he wondered about that.
Some of his men, especially ones that had had a direct hand in the death of a Jedi, had experienced the same thing. They had not, however, let this small emotional detail affect their performance. Unwavering in his loyalty to the Lord Sidious, he considered even the most trivial assignments to be undertaken with the same attention to detail. Despite this, he felt that his troopers talents were being wasted. His men belonged in battle, not safeguarding a building, acting as babysitters.
As he pondered this, he saw two troopers, not from his unit, rounding the corner. Coming to attention, he saw that they had two prisoners, both female. One was human and very attractive, the other was a Bothan by the looks of it. The prisoners were bound and gagged, and they were being shoved roughly down the hall. Smiling, Raj held his hand out, bringing them to a halt. This was his command, and he would demand to know what was going on.
The three troopers slowed to a stop, coming to attention. Raj respected that even they were from a different unit, they still recognized his rank and acted accordingly. “Where are you taking these prisoners?” He asked in his most intimidating authoritive tone. The trooper on the right, the one with the burnt orange markings on his armor, spoke up. “We found them hiding downstairs, sir. One of them had this.” The trooper held out a hand, and in it was a cylindrical tube with the unmistakable markings of a lightsaber.
Raj’s smile grew wider as he looked from the lightsaber back to the trooper. “Jedi?” he asked. The trooper shrugged, saying “We believe so, sir. Whatever the case, we felt the need to detain them until the temple was secure.” Raj nodded. These troopers were indeed well trained, not letting the smallest detail escape them. He nodded and gestured forward, pointing to a set of turbolifts down the hall. “Turbolift 23E will get you to the detention levels on the 36th level,” he said, “Good work, trooper.”
With this, he offered the troopers a salute. They came to attention, gave creditable salutes in return, and hurried the prisoners towards the turbolift. Raj felt a pang of pride as he watched them. He wished that he had more men like that in his unit.
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Post by Darth Valrum on Jun 2, 2007 21:23:08 GMT -5
haha, well im loving your ideas. My vault has been out dated for awhile, i need to dust it. get the cob webs out.
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~Rogue Jedi~
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One thing a Samurai must keep constantly in mind, by day and by night...The fact that he has to Die.
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on Jun 2, 2007 21:28:47 GMT -5
thanx. ;D...sometimes i have so many ideas i feel as if my head is gonna explode.
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Post by Darth Valrum on Jun 3, 2007 1:27:25 GMT -5
Yea, i started to write mine down! but most of them are not star wars related, just crazy fantasy book ideas.
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Post by Garyn Fett™ on Jun 3, 2007 20:06:33 GMT -5
i wish my ideas rolled as easily off the top of my head as yours do with you...that would make my RPG's much simpler... of course, i also wish that i could keep a story going with this quality for as long as you have. mine are usually about a page to two in length, and thats all I can write about them. Little snippets into the life of "___".
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~Rogue Jedi~
Jedi
One thing a Samurai must keep constantly in mind, by day and by night...The fact that he has to Die.
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on Jun 3, 2007 21:40:00 GMT -5
thanx, you lycan bastard. ;D
yeah, when i think about a story too much i get frustrated.
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Post by greyjedi4life on Jun 7, 2007 11:49:54 GMT -5
i liked it very much it was very insightful
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~Rogue Jedi~
Jedi
One thing a Samurai must keep constantly in mind, by day and by night...The fact that he has to Die.
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Post by ~Rogue Jedi~ on Jul 1, 2007 2:54:23 GMT -5
more to come soon. I just had my heart ripped out and handed to me, and am just getting over it.
but I am all the stronger for it. I am reborn, a phoenix, rising from the ashes!!! ;D
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