Introduction
It is nine years after the Battle of Yavin. The Galactic Empire which ruled over the galaxy with an iron fist for so long is in shambles after the death of its Emperor and the destruction of its superweapon, the Death Star. The New Republic, a collective of planets aiming to rebuild and enhance the Republic of old, has risen to partially fill the power vacuum, and things are looking promising for the Galaxy's future. A New Jedi Order has even formed in the aftermath of the Empire's tyranny, with the famed Jedi Luke Skywalker standing at the forefront. However, another power is on the rise. the Mandalorians, after many years of war and failed conflicts, have come together under a new Mandalore, Mandalore the Rebuilder and have broken their ties with the Republic. Under his banner, the Mandalorians have begun to rebuild their lost empire, gaining new technologies and subjugating new planets. The Mandalorians have returned to the war path, and it is only a matter of time before they and the Alliance clash.
On the edges of the galaxy, the Yuuzhan Vong, a race of pain-worshipping creatures entirely outside the influence of the force, wait for the opportune moment to strike and take this galaxy for their Gods.
Meanwhile, the Sith have been eliminated...or have they? Emperor Palpatine and his apprentice Vader have been killed by the Rebellion, but could another Sith Lord arise? Deep in the bowels of Coruscant, the great city-planet and centre of the Alliance, a Jedi Knight by the name of Soran kills his first in cold blood, and the tendrils of darkness slowly begin to seep into his psyche. The darkness has not consumed him yet, but it is patient. The primal energies that govern the raw side of the force will bide their time, as they always do.
What will come of these new conflicts? Will the Alliance be able to eliminate or absorb this new foe and create its glorious New Republic? Or will the Mandalorians finally rebuild their empire, their war culture dominating the Galaxy? Only time will tell...
(think of this as a sort of split-universe from the comics. I know Mandalore was part of the Alliance, but I'm taking it in a new direction ;P)
(Also, for those who don't know who the Mandalorians are, http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mandalorian And you should look at more of that site if you want more information on other races and whatnot that are part of the extended universe but not part of the movies, like the Trandoshans - or the Yuuzhan Vong - http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yuuzhan_Vong. As an aside, the Mandalorians can be any race, they're just all united under one culture.)
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This is The Galaxy, home of the Humans, Mon Calamri, and all other sorts of life. Beware, it can be a dangerous place.
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"Enough." he says cooly as he stands, placing his hands upon the table in front of him and casting cold stares at the two, who immediately stop bickering. "I must have time to consider the options presented. You are both dismissed. If you wish to argue, do it out of my earshot. Understood?"
The two generals nod and salute him before leaving the tent, still whispering angrily to each other. Mandalore sits back upon his well-made galek wood table, going over the reports again briefly before standing again and exiting the abode, tired of looking at reports for the moment and yearning a drink. In hopes of curing that need, he mounts his swoop bike parked just outside and speeds off to the Oyu'baat, lingering outside the entrance for a few moments before entering.
When Sorak Tek's orbital shuttle touched down on the Senate district of Coruscant, eyes turned to the Jedi who stepped out of it, a Miraluka with a red eye-dress in the form of a cloth covering eyes that couldn't see.. At least, not in the sense others were familiar with. It mattered not to him, but he was still perfectly capable of navigating and receiving most feedback that other species could through light-sensitive vision... The Miraluka simply used the Force, instead.
It's how he had been able to perceive it differently from the other Jedi. It's how he had an increased sensitivity to the invisible lifeforce of the Universe, and how he came to know things others could not and see things before they could happen. It was a rare gift, even among the higher echelon of Jedi, and it was the main reason why it had been Soran and his informal master, Tel'kar, who had been chosen for this assignment.
"Greetings, Master Jedi," said Toras, a blue-skinned Twi'lek lieutenant of the Coruscant Security Forces. "I'm your official greeter and... Liaison with the Coruscant police during your stay." He gave a smile, bowing and eagerly shaking Soran's hand.
"Good afternoon, Lieutenant," Soran replied, as the afternoon sun gave light to the buildings of Coruscant's surface, and the skyline in the distance was marred only by the thousands of speeders and hover-vehicles going about their business.
"Please, call me Toras."
"Well, Toras, I assume you know why we're here?"
"The slavers. They're operating in the bowels of the Undercity, but we don't know where. We believe somewhere below the third thousandth level, but the Undercity Police don't patrol down there and regularly venture otherwise - too dangerous between the criminals, diseases, monsters and Cthon."
"I see. Well, I'm sure we'd both like to begin our work straight away, but we'll need a full briefing first. Where will we be staying?"
"A hotel, not too far from here. The Coruscant Pearl, it's called. You both have private rooms and an indefinite stay negotiated with the manager. I can take you now, or we can head straight to the precinct for the brief. I'll let the two of you decide."
"Right! My name's Tel'Kar Namani, Jedi Master. Let's get started, shall we? If you please, I'd like to get right to the briefing. I'd not like to stay in this place any longer than necessary. No offense, Lieutenant, but it's a bit...dark." says the woman quickly, her expression having dimmed a bit after taking in the area. Why the Republic ever chose this as a capital she had no idea. Looked like a bloody mess to her, even the nicer parts. Though, maybe it was just her empathic abilities picking up far too many emotions, scrambling her thoughts. She'd never quite gotten used to that.
She gives a smile to Soran despite this. "This should be easy, my friend. Arrest a few slavers, free a few slaves, and we'll be back home before dinner. They seem a fairly minor threat from the reports." she says in his direction, nodding to herself in confidence. She supposed she shouldn't underestimate them, but slavers generally weren't as bad as they'd like to think. They were inaccurate, disorganised, and full of worthless henchmen who couldn't think for themselves. Not much of a combination. Usually.
She was also looking forward to seeing the undercity, since she'd never been there before. She'd try not to have too much fun on this mission, but there were no guarantees, especially not with her. She'd let Soran handle most of it, though, as she'd generally be the one to lead these operations and she wants to see how he does with hardly any guidance. Despite herself, she can't help but think of him as a Padawan still, the bond they'd gained over those short years having impacted her more than she'd like to admit. She does try to not be a teacher as much anymore, but she doesn't usually succeed. This time, she would make sure it would be different, for his own good and hers.
"We're going to need a medical droid on standby, and probably some vaccines, cures and antidotes. Whatever you have in stock," he told Toras, who nodded in agreement.
"Already taken care of, actually," the Twi'lek said. "Lots of nasty diseases and plagues down there. We weren't going to send you down without the protection of our finest biologists. In fact, while you're down there, perhaps you can keep an eye out for Cthon population levels. We don't want them spreading sky-ways."
Soran didn't answer, instead going quiet for the rest of the ten minute walk across sky-bridges and around buildings that stretched into the atmosphere. Eventually, they came upon the Security Forces headquarters, a huge multi-complex that must have housed a hundred thousand personnel and civilian workforce. Hundreds of people were going in and out, with doors that scanned them for weapons and illegal items on their persons.
When the Jedi went up to it, however, Toras had to stop them and log them in through a security console. Lightsabers weren't too popular in the hands of criminals and terrorists.
Eventually they got in, and Toras immediately took them to an elevator and up to the 20th floor. It was much quieter up there, save for the occasional office-worker or security guard. Eventually, they came upon a room with a two-keycard security system, and the Twi'lek used an all-clearance pass on both until the door beeped and slid open. He led them inside an investigations room, empty except a desk with three chairs and a holographic computer showing the electronic case files above the table.
"Sit down, please," he told them.
She does continue on with the two, however, silently listening to the exchanges between her former Padawan and the security officer. When Soran went quiet, it all went quiet. Anyone who knew her for a long time could sense something was troubling her, especially if they had the mental abilities of a Jedi. She who usually walked with confidence and a powerful stride was simply plodding behind the two, and her smile wasn't as...serene as usual.
Tel'Kar simply follows as they enter the HQ and are led to the twentieth floor, keeping close the entire time. As Soran can tell, she's surveying the area even as she appears to be focusing only on what's straight ahead. This is a tactic she's used for ages to put her enemies in a sense of ease. However, this was also a sign that she was not.
She is the first to sit at the desk, looking over the case files that hover above the table. There are multiple reports of missing persons upon the files, all with one common factor: all the abductees whose abductors were spotted wore strange grey steel armour with either the insignia of a black sun inscribed upon the breast or that of the Hutt Cartell's. This was not the usual armour of the Black Sun Syndicate's raiders or the Hutt Cartell's warriors, however. Was it an offshoot of the organisations? Did they steal the armour? Was it simply coincidental? Or perhaps it was a minor ring that was attempting to associate itself with something bigger. The evidence was inconclusive simply based on the case files.
Tel'Kar simply looks at the files, seemingly somewhat troubled by the reports.
The door was closed behind him, and Soran could see the alien move away from the door through the wall and down the corridor. It looked like they would have their privacy for a time.
"Something's troubling you, Master. You've barely said a word since we arrived and something about these case files seems to have you deep in thought. Is it the Black Sun? You have history of them?"
Of course, he didn't mention his own history with the Syndicate. They had, after all, been responsible for the raids on his childhood village and the neverending conflict between the criminal enterprise on one side and the local villagers and a Clan of Mandalorians on the other, all over a bit of scrap metal. Tel'kar surely knew about all that, though.
"I'm not sure where we should begin our investigation. The entire Undercity is... Pained. It suffers and groans under the weight of poverty and criminality. Death, corruption, thievery and lust is all I can sense down there. I suppose we have two choices: we either find them the hard way, or we go to the place where the pain is strongest and see if being closer reveals more to us."
She sighs and continues, "The Case. It does not sit right with me, if I am truthful. The undercity is not a place people generally venture up from...excepting the Black Sun Syndicate in its prime, of course, but both they and the Hutt Cartel are supposedly weak enough to not be a threat. If they banded together, however...well, it would not be good for the Galaxy." She falls silent again, pondering on her own thoughts. It's a long time before she speaks up again.
"Well, anyway, I say we do it the hard way. If they're anything like the Syndicate of old, they'll be expecting company. They always were one step ahead of the authorities, and if they have a mole here, they'll know Jedi have landed with the express purpose of finding and eliminating them, which means they'll be setting up a trap for us. I would err on the side of caution, and act as if we didn't have use of the force. They do not have to know we're Jedi if we don't let them. My lance is simply a fancy walking stick I acquired when I lost use of my right leg in the Rebellion. And I suppose, if you wanted, you could be my blind assistant or...something." explains Tel'Kar, going into an intense focus on the mission for which she was well-known. Her thoughts on her inadequacies could wait, for now they had a mission to accomplish. She could be sure that she would revisit them, however...
"As for the Black Sun, well, stranger things have happened than them regaining their strength. I don't think we should fret about an alliance with the Cartel just yet. The chances are, at best, they are doing business."
He thought for a few minutes longer, and allowed his presence to spread out into the corridor to find Toras through the walls. One good thing about being a Miralukan was that he wasn't limited by the vision of eyes... He could see much more; walls, floors and objects could be translucent to him at will and only the force could dictate what remained hidden from him. At the cost of being colour-blind, of course.
"You believe they're expecting us? That there's a mole here? I do not believe Toras could be that mole, but force-sensitivity can be hidden and the power to hide ones-self from those who seek lies in the force is a skill that can be easily learned."
She sounds fairly confident in her information despite it being circumstantial. "Also, I do believe we'll need to lose these robes for a short while. Perhaps we'll stop by the hotel on the way down...make sure not to tell Toras what we're up to, of course; we'll simply tell him that we're descending. Trust no one here, unless you can be absolutely sure of their intentions, and even then be skeptical. I am not many things, but I am certainly good at keeping my head low. Been doing it my whole life, after all."
He sighed, letting out a breath he had been keeping for too long in his lungs. "Toras is coming back; he'll be here any minute. Let us be wary of jumping to conclusions, or seeing an enemy where there isn't one. Scepticism can be healthy, but let's not take it to the level of paranoia."
It was then the Twi'lek entered the room, closing the door behind him again before he began to speak. "I trust the two of you have had sufficient time to discuss the case files? How will you proceed?"
Soran took a moment to appear as though he was visibly thinking, and not already certain of his next move. "We'll head straight down to the Underworld, we're eager to stop this slavers' ring before any more are hurt. I just have one request: where might we begin our search? Do you have any suggestions?"
Toras stopped, pondering the options while brushing his hand over the holographic imagery and switching through pages to pull up a map showing where kidnapping victims are thought to have been taken. "I suggest starting here, or perhaps here: Rik's Cantina, located in the Underworld, and also the Outlander Club in the Uscru district not too far from here. Both are places you're sure to find at least one shady character and though I don't hold much hope for you, with the force on your side and a little luck you just might get a break. I'll take you out back to the Underworld access elevator, when you're ready. It's where our patrols enter the lower city."
Soran immediately shook his head 'no', replying, "we'll take the public route. Such an elevator is sure to be watched and we want to keep our presence and involvement in this investigation hidden. If people were to learn of Jedi being here, then our jobs would get a lot more difficult - yours too."
The Miralukan stood and moved to the door, though he waited for Tel'kar to follow before he left. "Thank you for your help, Toras. We'll see ourselves out and will hopefully keep this short and painless for all involved."
"Of course! May the force be with you both, Master Jedi!" Toras replied, grinning.
If Soran could roll his eyes, he probably would. "And with you," he answered, before leaving.
"I suggest we go to the Outlander Club." she says when they're out of earshot, "The Underworld is bad news. We likely won't get very much information out of those people. But! First thing's first, let's get to the hotel." She takes a small holoprojector out of her robes and presses a button on the side. A map of the city suddenly springs to life, with a red dot indicating where the holoprojector -- and by extension the Jedi holding it -- is. She looks about the map for a few moments before placing her finger upon their destination. "So, we're here...and we need to be there. It's not too far, but as long as we're so obviously Jedi, I suggest we be cautious. Never know how many are still faithful to the Empire, and most that are will still see the Jedi as enemies...and this is a biiig city."
She redirects their path down a few side-bridges after they get far enough from the HQ, navigating the complex streets masterfully until they reach the hotel, a massive structure with "The Coruscant Pearl" lit up on a large holographic sign above the entrance in about twenty different languages, including Basic. "Well, here we are!" exclaims Tel'Kar cheerily. "Let's get into something more comfortable, shall we?" As soon as they enter, they're greeted by a 3PO-series Protocol Droid sitting behind a desk in a massive main lobby, the decorations within luxurious almost to the point of being somewhat tacky. Gold filigree covers the walls over scarlet base paint, and a large multicoloured crystal chandelier hangs in the center. Two large white stone staircases on either side lead up to the first set of rooms, and presumably there are elevators hidden away somewhere leading to the rest. "Good evening. May I direct you to your rooms?" asks the protocol droid in its formal, polite tones. "Sure!" responds Tel'Kar, "We'll be under the name of Soran here." She's careful not to mention that they're Jedi, so as not to blow their cover right off the bat.
The protocol droid falls silent for a moment as it searches its data, and then it speaks once again. "Ah, Master Jedi. Right this way." it says as it waddles over to the staircase. Well, so much for that plan. Tel'Kar shakes her head and follows the droid, beckoning for Soran to follow as well.
"Master, I think we should split up. We have a lot of ground to cover in such a big city, and I feel that at least one of us should go down to the Underworld to investigate the Cantina mentioned," he explained, his voice in quiet tone so as to keep his words as confidential as possible as they made their way to the rooms. "I can head down there once we're changed, while you look around the Club and the Entertainment District."
"Ah! They definitely know how to treat a Jedi here, don't they?" says Tel'Kar with a grin as she fishes a pair of glasses from her robes and tosses them to Soran. "Put those on. You'll be way too obvious with that bright red blindfold. And get changed into something more casual, if you would. Robes are pretty distinctive." she says as she takes her ornate lightsaber lance from her back and practices walking around like a crippled person, using it as a walking stick. She looks fairly comical.
He suddenly caught a pair of glasses, but shook his head and put them down on a nearby counter. "I can't wear glasses," he told her, "the pressure on the top of my nose makes me feel uncomfortable and dizzy. I'll think of something else, perhaps a less noticeable blindfold made from my robe. You said once that my robes are dark in colour, which makes them harder to spot in the evening, yes? They should do fine for the purpose."
He removed the robe, then tore a few inches from one of the sleeves and after removing the red blindfold, fit it around his eyes. It fit quite well, he thought, as he hung his robe up on a nearby stand.
Underneath the distinctive Jedi robe, Soran's clothes were dark, but not as tight-fitting and protected as modern Jedi tunics, which tended to have a little armour padding since the fall of the Empire. In fact, Soran's clothing, as far as he knew, would do quite well to pass for civilian attire and as a result, he didn't bother to change.
"We should move when the sun goes down. The night is when we're most likely to find something out, and before the sunset I doubt these clubs and bars will be busy. On top of that, I assume most criminals are nocturnal. Something about broad daylight seems to put them off of committing crime, surprisingly.
"You have your personal communicator, yes? We can keep in touch this way. I'll be heading deeper into the Undercity to get to the Cantina, so I'm not too sure if the signal will be decent, but I should be able to handle myself if anything happens. With my Miralukan sight, I tend to notice trouble coming before it arrives, so I ask you trust me and don't just drop a possible lead in order to come and save me, or anything like that."
"I have great admiration for you, Master Tel'kar, and sleeping in the same bed would not be a good thing to do."
She continues with a more professional tone, "It would be wise to wear something less conspicuous than a blindfold. Use goggles if you must, but most normal blind people do not go around wearing blindfolds. I agree that we should wait for the sun to set to get to business, though I'm not certain what we'll do in the meantime. We could spar, if you wished it, though we would have to find somewhere where we would not attract too much attention. Er...otherwise I'm not sure. Never been great at finding especially 'fun' things to do." She looks slightly troubled at that new detail, having always thought of herself as a fairly entertaining individual. "Never realised that until now, actually. Man. Anyway, what would you like to do?"
He paused for a moment, walking around the counter towards the kitchen area and checking a refrigerated cabinet for a drink of some kind. He found one in the form of a small bottle of alcohol and poured himself a small glass with the strict intention of not having too much of it. One drink, however, would surely be safe.
"I understand what you're saying, but I'm not necessarily a 'normal' blind person. I should be fine. The blindfold doesn't give away my identity, and I plan to be careful none the less. As for passing the time, I guess it's entirely up to you, since otherwise I would be fine with simply taking a nap."
"We can spar if you want, or we can meditate and I can try to understand the mixed feelings I am getting from the lower city. Perhaps with concentration I could find more focused locations of suffering and negative emotion, though I don't expect to get any specific location out of it."
"You're /meant/ to look like a normal blind person, that's my point. We're going undercover here, and there aren't that many Miraluka here. You'd stick out worse than a bantha in a crowd of Ewoks." she continues. She was nothing if not abrasive. She moves over to where the bed is and jumps onto it back first, making the whole thing bounce as she does. It's rather fluffy. "Maybe it would be nice to take a nap, now that you say that. It was a bit of a journey. Next time we're taking my B-wing/E instead of that little shuttle of yours."
She doesn't acknowledge the acquisition of his drink, though she does notice it, wondering what could possess him to drink alcohol at a time like this.
He shook his head, finishing the small glass and putting the bottle back inside the refrigerated cabinet. "The code of the Jedi controls us, but it does not control the force. And often, what the force decides and what the Jedi demand are two different things."
He moved over to the bed and took a seat on the end of it, though had no intention of making any move that could be considered 'strange'.
"And very well, I'll try and replace this blindfold."
"Well, are you gonna lay down or not?" she asks.
(Okay, so after the next post we should probably just fast forward to when they wake up and "BOOM" it's night.)
He shook his head and sighed, while taking the blindfold from around his eyes and casually tossing it away to the floor. "The force wants something of us. I just don't know what it is yet. Perhaps meditation will help me understand, and since I find it easier to meditate while relaxed and lying down, I guess I'll join you in waiting."
He moved back along the bed and lay down, propping his head above a pillow that started to swallow his head and neck as he relaxed the muscles in his body. He had nothing else to say, just a tired body and mind from the long journey and events of the day; and knowledge that in but a few hours time their assignment would truly begin. Until then, neither meditation or sleep could do him any harm, depending on which came for him first. He closed his 'eyes' and began to wait.
Upon arrival to the five star, by Mandalorian standard, catina. She found her brother sitting down in a booth just left of entrance. Pala went right towards him and upon seeing his older sister approach he stood up to greet her.
"Pala it is good see you again!", the red Twi'lek male said, speaking over the chatter of the other patrons in Oyu'baat. "Come sit, I already ordered us drinks.".
Pala removed her helmet and placed it on the table, already grabbing a few glances of some nearby catina patrons. "You told me in your last message to me you were taking Ral'rai to a doctor in Sundari. What did he say?".
Valshil frowned, he was probably hoping he could chat his sister up and get her in a better mood. She had been very pissy as of late and no doubt it was because of their current dilemma. "Those New Mandalorian Doctors all said that if he doesn't get treatment, he'll lose his legs in one maybe two years top...maybe sooner if he overexerts himself.".
Pala remained silent. Her mind pondering, searching for a solution. "I think if we ask the Clan Chief_"
"We're not asking for more help!", Pala slammed her fist into the table and raised her voice, startling the barmaid who had arrived at their table with drinks. It was then that her Pala released that a few of the nearby patrons were looking at her. There was a small pause between her, her brother, and the Barmaid who stayed for a moment more and than placed their drinks on the table and scurried off before someone pulled out a blaster. "We already owe them so much Valshil I just don't feel right asking for more favors.".
" Theres no shame in asking for help when you need it, Pala and besides it's our little brother! The Clan will understand.".
Pala took a long chug from her drink, giving her time to think. "I'll go offworld and start taking Mercenary jobs so we can get him his treatment.".
"And have yourself get killed by those blasted bounty hunters?!".
Pala finished her drink and confidently. "They couldn't kill me, I'm too smart.".
Her brother rolled his eyes and down his drink in one gulp. He then started a new topic to talk about. "So any clue when anything is going to happen?".
His tone was much lower now and he leaned in to Pala. She wasn't quiet certain what he meant but her gut told her it had to do with this whole return Mandolore to it's former glory that the new Mandolore was going on about.
"This again...", she sighed and ordered another round of drinks. The barmaid not seeming too keen on returning to their table anytime soon.
"Koro, take the wheel." Kavis ordered, getting up from the chair. "I'm getting rid of this Bounty Hunter."
Kavis ran to the back of the ship and got into a turret, firing at the Bounty Hunter's ship numerous times, managing to hit an engine and set it on fire. Kavis laughed and got out of the turret, before falling to the ground as the ship rocked and sirens wailed.
"Koro, what the hell did you do?!" Kavis yelled, stumbling to his feet.
"We've been hit, I can't control it!" Koro replied, trying to wrestle the ship upwards in vain.
"Then we've only got one choice, Brace for impact!" Kavis yelled, grabbing the wall as they entered Mandalore's atmosphere, crashing down in a field somewhere, knocking all systems offline.
After Mandalore the Rebuilder finishes surveying the area outside the bar (one can never be too cautious in these tumultuous times), he enters, looking about the area just in time to hear a rather loud "We're not asking for help!" from a Twi'lek woman in crusader armour sitting at a table and talking to another. While he finds it rather odd to be yelling such things in a public place, he ignores it and the respectful salutes of those he passes, moving to the bar itself and ordering himself a large glass of Corellian Rum as he sits upon one of the stools.
He is, in truth, a bit bored. He hadn't found a warrior worthy of sparring him in some time, and his swoop racing years were far behind him. Even with all the planning required for the conflict with the Republic and the minor factions surrounding Mandalorian space, today was a slow day. He almost wished someone would engage him or challenge his authority so he could have something to do.
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Kavis Mindar
'If my 'services' are wanted there, I'll probably be there.'
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A Zeltron woman who's been hunted all her life, she tends to be slightly more emotional than your average Jedi
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"I do not only see the force as it truly is, but I also perceive it in a way others can not."
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A thrown aside Trandoshan,abandoned by his people.
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The new Mandalore, an old man who's survived the best and worst of times
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A thrown aside Trandoshan,abandoned by his people.
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A Zeltron woman who's been hunted all her life, she tends to be slightly more emotional than your average Jedi
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"I do not only see the force as it truly is, but I also perceive it in a way others can not."
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'If my 'services' are wanted there, I'll probably be there.'
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The new Mandalore, an old man who's survived the best and worst of times
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A Zeltron woman who's been hunted all her life, she tends to be slightly more emotional than your average Jedi
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A thrown aside Trandoshan,abandoned by his people.
Kavis Mindar
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by TheRose202 on Thu Mar 13, 2014 11:03 pm
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Plus, I don't get why in the pm you sent me that you acted an treated me like I didn't know crap about the SW universe! I've been emersed in it since I was 8, which was 8 hears ago. So I know a lot about SW, I know you were just helping, but please don't treat me like I don't know shit next time, ok? I know I probably sound like a bitch right now, but that was not my intention. Spry for the possible disrespect, I didn't mean any disrespect, I just wanted to let you know I'm pretty knowledgeable in the SW universe and that's why I joined this!! :)
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