Dawn of Defiance: Buffalo NY

A Tale Called Tull Part 12
Something Wicked This Way Vibro-Axes

Tull had seen Wizard do many amazing things with the force. He could heal wounds. He could see the future and past with true clarity. He could move at speeds unattainable by normal people. He could also fight like no normal being in the Galaxy. However, when Wizard stretched out his hands and caused the bridge of ice and all the men on it to shatter into thousands of pieces Tull knew Wizard was as close as any man could be to attaining true power.

The Emperor Sith must be a true terror for Wizard to be wary of him. How can Tull hope to fight such monsters?

“I sense darkness above,” said Wizard, snapping Tull from his thoughts.

In seconds Tull’s lightsaber was in hand and he was heading for a turbo-lift that would take him to the floor above. As he held the lift door open for Wizard Tull saw the Jedi’s eyes widen at some unseen horror out of Tull’s view. Just as Tull was going to return to his friend’s side the ceiling above him disappeared and in its place stood a monster out of some dark story.

The Wookiee appeared to be a walking corpse. It’s eyes shown red, and huge canines protruded from its rotten face. Tull could barely believe this creature could exist, but its vibro-axe seemed real enough. Between the Barabel and the monster it took little time for the turbo-lift to become a torn ruin. Lightsaber and vibro-axe shredded metal like butter, yet neither warrior was able to harm the other.

This thing is powerful, almost too power.

Tull realized quickly the thing had a healthy fear of the lightsaber, but would it know enough to avoid a fist with such caution? In an instant Tull’s saber was away and his fists were swinging. Every missed attack by the Wookiee led to a quick return hit by Tull. Then the opening came. The creature was not feeling the blows like a normal beast. It became complaisant, almost lazy in its defenses. That was when Tull took his hands and slammed the monster’s head between them, as one would to crush a fly.

That got the monster’s attention. Its head crushed slightly from the massive force and it was sent reeling to the floor. Yet even so hurt, the creature kept crawling at Tull, pulling at his feet to try and trip him. That was when the creature met with Padawan Khalik, and was flung across the derelict ship like a rag doll. As the beast fell into a large crate it exploded in a shower of. . . laughing Ton Ton dolls.

At least Tull’s life is never dull these days.

Not wishing for the fight to be over Tull waded through the floating dolls (stuffing one into a large pocket on the way) to get at the Wookiee beast once more. As the creature stood in front of Tull the Barabel pulled his fist back for a mighty hay-maker blow. As Tull’s fist sailed through the air Tull could hear Wizard speaking in his mind from across the ship.

“The force flows through all living things Tull, not just Jedi. With my help even you can tap into its great energies. Feel the living force swirling around you Tull. The force is strong in you, and even if you can’t feel it, you must know it is there. Use the force Tull.”

Mid swing Tull closed his eyes. Tull could see everyone and everything in the ship. Wizard a beacon of sharp white light, Padawan Khalik a dull green shine, Kelyn Captain a violet swirl of pain and love, even little People Bot a dark grey with the tiniest pinprick of golden light, and Tull himself a dark blue with swirls of silver. In front of him was the Wookiee, as black as night, clearer to Tull than if his eyes had been thrown wide.

Is this how Wizard sees the world? Is this the power of the force?

Then the massive blow landed on the rotten monster and the lights were gone. Tull was back in his own world, but for those few seconds he knew what it felt to be a true Jedi Wizard.

The group wandered through the caves under the ship for some time before coming to an area of gravity and light. There the group found the possessions of the ship’s captain, a slaver and a sadist.

Around the small personal cabin there sat many lewd and terrible pictures, one of which showed a Barabel being choked to death with a horrible whip like device. Tull’s anger surged like it hadn’t in some time and with a closed fist he smashed the picture into dust.

Jedi Wizards do not act this way. Anger is not part of a Jedi’s life. Wizard told Tull so.

Shame flooded through the Barabel and he could barely look at Wizard. Yet, the Jedi was not upset, he wore a sad look to be sure, but disappointment was not in his face.

This is a lesson. A lesson Wizard didn’t have to teach Tull. One Tull learned for himself.

People Bot and Padawan Khalik fumbled with a computer until a holo display came on showing camera views to choose from. It quickly became apparent that the ship held captives that needed rescued and a Sith Witch that needed to be stopped. Tull’s hands tightened on his lightsaber.

Jedi Wizards seek peace, but all we ever seem to find is war.

Dazed and Confused Part Two
failure to fight

Failure to Fight

Internal Log: Entry 1

I have to start my logs over again. I am lacking information needed to compute which week this is. I have met new companions. All unique in their own way. I noticed that they all have something interesting to add to battle.

Tor seems to be a stronger one in the group by mind. He exhibited this by lifting an ice bridge, occupied by a large quantity of enemies, and crushing them. This destroys all of the enemies except one.

They thought that was the only danger, but then two vampires appeared, looking for very pure blood. I wish I could have done better to protect everyone.

I misread information about a barrel, almost set Khalik on fire, blinded myself, almost threw a frag mine at Kelyn and I also managed to set myself on fire due to the enemy punching me.

Khalik seems to be the mechanic of the group. He understands computers and droids well. Which could be helpful in the future. He exhibited this by creating a Turret during battle.

Since I was blind for most of the fight, I did not know what was going on. There was a lot of yelling and shouting and loud crashes. I ran into a dead vampire and a wall. I felt an emotion that I have not felt before and I decided to attack the object in front of me. It ended up being a wall. I set it on fire with my torch.

Then I heard Tull attack the monster, a crashing sound and then a lot of laughing. Multiple laughs. I didn’t know where they were coming from and I panicked. The emotion I was feeling is called confusion. Khalik explained this to me and got me to calm down. Confusion causes my light to turn a murky yellow.

Tull seems to be the muscle in the group. He uses brute strength and benefits more when using hand to hand combat upon another opponent. He can also use a lightsaber. There is something about Tull that I find interesting. I’m not exactly sure what it is just yet, but I am going to observe him more than the others until I find out what the reason behind this is.

Kelyn’s talent to benefit the group I am still unsure of. He can shoot. This is all that I know for now though.

Khalik repaired my broken lens, allowing me to see again. When I examined my surroundings, I seen that there were numerous objects floating in the area around me. They resembled popcorn! And when I pointed this out, Tull insulted me. Which in turn made me feel sad. All I want to do is become an ally and aid them in their journey.

Anyways, when the battle had finished, I was able to be in my master’s old room. Which caused Tull to become angry. This was a new emotion I was shown. I feel that emotion. I feel anger whenever I think about my master and his evil deeds, but why does this affect Tull the way that it does?

I also discovered that I have been powered off for four years. How much have I missed since then? 208.709828 weeks roughly. That is a long time… so, I am going to stick with the reset that I have put in place for the Internal Log Entries.

We found out that we were not alone. There was a woman and other people with her near the bridge. They were attempting to hack into a computer. I did not want them to access any information that they may have, thus causing me to counter-hack them. Which was a success. As I went to move. The audio turned on when I bumped into something and the woman sai….

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Reflections from Tor part 42

Tor woke with a yell, a brief flash of light bursting from his body as his eyes snapped open. The dark cavern and the Inquisitor were gone, replaced by the cool durasteel of a ships interior.

Tull was standing over Tor, a worried look still covering the lizard’s face. Tor put a hand on Tull’s arm and pulled himself up, heading towards the cockpit. He found his way to his usual spot behind Kelyn and rested a hand on the back of the scoundrel’s chair.

Kelyn glanced back with a grunt of acknowledgement as Tor caught his breath.

Kelyn turned the ship and Tor’s eyes widened as a massive black behemoth filled the cockpit windows. The beast let out a massive roar and the ship shook in the air.

“Have a nice nap?” Kelyn snapped, catching sight of Tor’s amazed look. He pointed the ship down and Tor saw the Defiance nestled in the decrepit spaceport they’d left it in.

Tor turned towards the back of the ship but hesitated as he felt the dark presence of the beast searching for them, following his energy in the Force. He took his lightsaber from his belt and held it, feeling the crystal buried inside echoing his presence, resonating the same energy that Tor had. He tucked it into a compartment next to a chair. “That’ll help you lead it off,” Tor said to Kelyn’s baffled look, heading out of the ship.

The rest of the group jumped down from the boarding ramp as Kelyn blasted off again. The towering beast paused, hunting for its target before following after Kelyn.

The group waited several long moments while the boarding ramp of the Defiance lowered and the ship started up. As they moved into the ship, Tor noticed Tull, the rough lines and sharp edges under his scales showing his still prevalent injuries, but he had said nothing of them. Tor stopped the reptile and held out his hands, letting his energy flow into the barabel. There was a loud crack as Tull’s ribs snapped back into place but Tull barely flinched. They both ran to gun turrets as Khalic lifted the ship from the ground.

The beast waded through the ruins of the city like they were made of paper, in the distance Tor could see where it had burst out of the temple. Shots flashed out from both the Defiance and Kelyn’s newly appropriated ship, tearing into the massive creature. One blast from Kelyn brought a massive bellow from the beast. Tor felt its anger flare out in the Force. As he did he became aware of something else. The pall of the dark side that had plagued him throughout the temple had lifted. The dark side still hung about the planet, but it was much lighter, like a mist that was easy to penetrate. As Tor pulled the light side to him once again and felt its strength renew him, he looked out his gunport at the massive creature. Tor extended a hand and pushed out with the Force. The beast faltered as the Force washed over it, stumbling and then falling unconscious into a gigantic heap amidst the ruins.

That night, after the group celebrated with the squibs, Tor gathered Tull and Khalic and led them away to a secluded area, the din of the celebrations and the glow of their fires forming a backdrop to the area.

“I wanted to tell you how proud I am of both of you,” Tor began, a hand on each of their shoulders. “Both my padawans,” he said, looking at Tull. “Tull, you have the strongest heart of any creature I’ve ever met. A heart worthy of a Jedi Knight.” He turned to the young zabrak. “Khalic, you’ve grown so much in the Force. The composure you’ve shown, the bravery, the way you’ve used the Force, holding that ship up in the temple. You’ve come a long way.” Tor stepped away and turned to face them. “It’s up to us,” Tor said, gesturing to the three of them, “to restore the Jedi order. If our journey here has taught me anything, it’s that I won’t be around forever. And when I’m gone, I’ll need others to carry on the Jedi way, to bring the Jedi back to the galaxy.”

Tor looked up, at the stars twinkling overhead. “The Jedi are supposed to be the guardians of the galaxy. Now that job falls to us. I only know so much, can only do so many things.” He turned to Tull. “Tull, you know how to handle yourself in battle. In a very short time you’ve been able to treat the lightsaber like you’ve used one for years. Better than I ever could. You’ll be able to teach people how to wield it well. Khalic, you will find that people throughout the galaxy will pursue you, just for having a connection to the Force. You must remain strong and vigilant. You’ll have to pass on knowledge of how to use the Force to others, when I’m no longer able.”

Tor opened his arms, taking in the world around them. “Between us I believe that we can restore the Jedi to the galaxy. We will fight the oppression of the Empire and make the galaxy safe again.” He turned back to his padawans, a smile on his face. “Best get started.”

Tor showed Tull the holocron he’d found at Bu’cho’s. Count Dooku appeared and began to explain the various lightsaber forms. Tull drank it in. Tor helped him with the small knowledge he had, getting the reptile started, but soon Tull was working alone, the holocron continuing to explain different techniques.

With Khalic, Tor accessed the holocron that had been dropped by Draco, proud that Khalic had retrieved it from the dark cavern. Together they explored its knowledge, learning new philosophies and techniques of the Force, practicing them with each other.

Tor moved between the two sharing advice. As Tull practiced multiple forms, Tor spoke with him. “Remember, the most powerful form you can use Tull, is to not have to use any form at all.”

At one point in their training, Khalic had practiced meditation and had seen a vision. As soon as he told Tor about it, Tor knew it was about Kelyn’s daughters and the shared visions they’d had several weeks prior. Tor rushed off, his padawans in tow.

They found Kelyn on the ship, deep into a Corellian opera and several bottles of ale. “Sss goin’ on?” he slurred. Tor explained the vision and even shared it with Kelyn, using his species’ memnii ability. Kelyn seemed to sober a bit as he questioned the vision, what it meant, and how it would lead to Tor killing his girls.

“I give you my word, Kelyn,” Tor said emphatically. “That I will do everything I can to bring your daughters back to the light side.”

Kelyn would not be swayed from his anguish and soon had sealed himself back in his cabin, the opera again blaring from behind the closed door.

Their ships drifted up from the planet, ready to make their way back to Exovar’s and then on to Coruscant when three star destroyers flashed in front of them. The Defiance, with all aboard except Kelyn, dove into the asteroids, pummeled by the huge rocks as the star destroyers turned towards them. Khalic felt a strange urgency in the Force and began to lead them to a strange formation deep within the belt.

As they approached it, the Imperial ships edged closer, Kelyn in his ship swooping by them. A quick farewell from the scoundrel sounded over the comm. and Kelyn’s new ship disappeared from the sensors, followed by a massive explosion that consumed one of the capital ships.

“KELYN!” Tor yelled into the comm.

A moment of static was followed by a gruff “What?” from the scoundrel, piloting a small pod near the Defiance.

The group landed on the strange formation and proceeded through a decrepit corellian corvette, edging their way closer to the strange presence Khalic felt. They found a strange droid in the engine room, nearly humorous in its attempts at hostility. Khalic entered a small space while Kelyn collected some needed power cores. As they emerged to return to the Defiance, a large ice bridge loomed ahead, crawling with stormtroopers.

The strange R2 unit twittered, Kelyn’s hand inched towards his blaster, Khalic’s towards the contraption that sprung into a turret, Tull’s hands curled into fists, and again Tor began to reach out to the Force.

Almas was not finished with them yet.

Tulls Thoughts Lightsaber Forms

Wizard’s words filled Tull with a resolve Tull did not know he possessed.

“You have the strongest heart of any creature I know,” said Wizard. “We must not let the Jedi Order fall into darkness. Together we will build it anew.”

On Tull’s life and honor he will bring the Jedi Wizards back to power. Tull promises this in his heart of hearts Wizard.

The holy holocron was almost too much for Tull, and he nearly rejected it as being too important for him. Tull was glad Wizard forced him to take it. The holocron held knowledge of the seven prominent lightsaber forms used by the Jedi Order before its fall. Not to mention comments on other styles and attack types. While not having full instructions for these forms it was enough to whet Tull’s appetite for knowledge and gave him a view into the many different ways of the lightsaber.

Shii-Cho. The Determination Form. An early form of lightsaber combat. Outclassed by many other forms it none the less allowed a fighter to perform random, if wild, attacks. A good form to use when disarming a foe instead of killing. Or when desperate or pressed on many sides by opponents. Hopefully Tull would not need it very often.

Makashi. The Contention Form. A form used primarily in dueling an opponent that used a lightsaber and/or force powers. Dooku was a master of this form and it was the form Tull was most interested in. If he ever expected to slay a Sith Wizard in saber to saber combat this would be Tull’s next form to master after Niman. Luckily, the holocron had near complete techniques for the style stored within it.

Soresu. The Resilience Form. A defensive form used to deflect blasters or fight off multiple opponents. Tull would most likely never have the reflexes to deflect a blaster bolt (and he could take quite a few before getting too worried anyway) but Tull found that more and more the group of friends faced many opponents at the same time. When surrounded by a group of enemies this form could well save Tull’s life. An important form, but unable to meet its true power in Tull’s non-force sensitive hands.

Ataru. The Aggression Form. As its name suggests an aggressive form that was very useful against single opponents, but stuttered in confined environments or against blasters. Ataru’s main focus was on using the force to perform amazing feats of acrobatics. Again, like Soresu, Tull would never unlock this form’s true potential. However, unlike with Soresu Tull was quite used to acrobatic maneuvers in combat being used to avoid getting hit. While he would never master it Tull would make sure to lock away several parts of the form, when he could, to be used in certain situations.

Shien/Djem So. The Perseverance Form. A mixture of two forms. Shien against blaster. Djem So against lightsabers. With both techniques the fighter would deflect and then return attacks back onto their opponents. Shien would do little for Tull, but Djem So was a possible gold mine for him. Djem So was often used by powerful swordsmen as the form relied on never letting an opponent get an attack in, both through counter strikes and shear oppression during a fight. Tull’s strength would lend itself well to the style and would be a form Tull would have to attempt learning in conjunction with Makashi. If he could find a complete record of it that is.

Niman. The Moderation Form. Tull’s bread and butter. His entry into lightsaber combat. A mixture of all the previous forms of combat. A style that gave a fighter no distinct advantages, yet also gave them no disadvantages. It was often coined as the safest of lightsaber forms to wield in combat. Ironically, the form could greatly benefit by the use of telekinetic force powers, but even without them the form remained a strong rock a warrior could fall upon in the sea of combat. Soon enough Tull would be considered a budding master in the form. No matter what, Tull would never find himself at a disadvantage as long as her relied on Niman.

Juyo/Vaapad. The Ferocity Form. The most vicious and reliant upon inner focus of all the lightsaber forms taught by the Jedi Order. The form was so vicious that often times a Jedi would need permission to learn it as many Sith found it to be a fitting form of lightsaber combat. Darth Maul was a famous user of Juyo recorded in the Order’s histories. Vaapad, made by Master Windu, involved channeling ones inner emotions into combat. A technique seen as being very close to the Sith teachings by many in the order. The two sister forms were a window into a great deal of power, but it was a window that Tull would have to think on greatly before he tried to open it.

After many hours of training Wizard pulled Tull aside and taught him the most powerful lightsaber form a Jedi has at his disposal.

“The most powerful form you can use Tull, is to not have to use any form at all,” Wizard said with a smile.

From that day until his last, Tull would think of that simple sentence as the most important lesson he ever learned as a Jedi Wizard.

A Tale Called Tull Part 11
A Day in the Life

It had been a strange few weeks for Tull.

Escaping a pirate capital ship before it exploded. Befriending a Jedi Wizard, a red Sith, an insane Captain, and a variety of other individuals drawn from the farthest parts of the galaxy. Learning of the dangers of half charges. Participating in the bar fight/shopping spree of the century. Battling a clown demon and his robot pets. Killing a crime lord and looting his mansion. Heading to a planet steeped in evil to end up in a flea market run by annoying, yet oddly cute aliens. Becoming a Jedi Wizard and training with a light sword. Battling evil dinosaurs and zombies. Facing off against Tentacle Monsters who force friends to hurt friends. Killing a Sith Wizard and his group of monsters. Oh, and the Dragon.

Needless to say, while still terrified, Tull was not surprised as Wizard pulled Tull behind him and rocketed across the blackness of space at the speed of a blaster bolt.

All a day in the life of Tull Raine, Jedi Wizard.

The Dragon had been a close thing. With Wizard in his arms Tull was able to keep his friend safe from harm on the escape from the temple, but didn’t come out unscathed himself. Large rocks and poison darts are bad company for broken ribs. Even so, all Tull’s friend escaped the certain doom that awaited them in the jaws of the Sith Dragon.

Of course, then his friends decided discretion had nothing to do with valor and opened fire on the rampaging lizard. Tull thought all was lost until Wizard awoke and with a wave of his hand forced the dragon into a deep slumber it would not awaken from this century.

The time with the squibs was a much needed reprieve from the group’s recent efforts. The rescued children were a delight to be around and with the help of the force even Tull’s ribs were starting to feel like they were getting back to normal.

The training with Wizard was also much needed. As Tull suspected Wizard had no plans of letting the Jedi Order slip into history. Tull and Machine Man Khalic would be the first of many students who would continue the Jedi way of life.

Khalic was also growing in power daily. Whether he was drawing off of Wizard’s innate strength or building his own Tull could not say. As the two Jedi Wizards meditated on the powers of the force Tull found himself meditating on the plethora of new lightsaber forms Wizard had show him through a Holy Holocron, made by a Jedi Wizard named Dooku. This Dooku was a very skilled swordsman, and Tull hoped someday he would rival even the famous sword masters of the Jedi order like Dooku. (NOTE: See “ Tull’s Thoughts: Lightsaber Forms”)

Eventually Khalic’s meditations led to visions; which led to a tough conversation with Kelyn Captain (Tull still wasn’t sure if Kelyn Captain’s daughters were Sith Witches or Little Girls or Ghosts or something else entirely); which led the group of friends to leave Almas in search of the core party. All with the hope of returning Adria and Bella to their father’s arms.

Then the Star Destroyers showed up. Then Kelyn Captain ran his ship into one of them. Then there was one less Star Destroyer. Then Kelyn Captain rode a speeder through space, and Tull was pretty sure Kelyn Captain had his opera playing on his personal communicator the whole way through.

Which led finally to the party hiding out on a magical crystal moon and Tull getting pulled through space like a large lizardy kite. Hopefully this next adventure would not be Tull’s last. He was having too much fun.

All a day in the life of Tull Raine, Jedi Wizard.

Dazed and Confused Part One

Remnants of Home

Internal Log: Day One

I have decided it is time to record my inner thoughts that I seem to have often. I do not know when I started to do this, but it is happening. My thoughts will randomly stop, but the length in time in which the thoughts can continue is greatly increasing.

I am learning the human speech very proficiently. I have some problems with words that are used combined. So I shall stick with words that are not in the form of contractions. I hope t…

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Internal Log: Week 17

I have been able to build up my thoughts enough to stay in a continuous stream when I feel the need to.

I am slowly learning the behaviors that my master exhibits. It is a desire of mine to learn this term emotion. I know it will take time, but I will be pleased if it is to happen. I have been devoted to this man for many years, but I am seeing a change in the behavior he exhibits. I feel that he might be displaying his affections more to the species in his zoo than me… does this mood fit the term jealousy? My light glows a dark green whenever this occurs.

I would follow my master in the shadows when he examined the captured also. I am starting to feel something, but what is it? A rush of emotion that fills me up with a dark feeling. I believe the term is sorrow, but I am not positive. Over time I have noticed something, the captives cry which is another symptom of sorrow according to my internal memory. My light glows dark blue whenever I feel this emotion.

I do not think he is a proficient master. He is hurting these creatures. I learned this because some of the beings have used words that associate with the term sorrow. I think it is time to remove him and his example of monstrous behavior. I must first acquire the needed data so that I ensure he is to never harm another being again. Is this desire good or evil?

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6lrd7gs- Access Granted: Override Activated

Internal Log: Week ???


As I examined the area around me I do not recognize anything. All objects appear to be battered, beaten and bashed. There is an ice bridge that has formed between two broken sections of the ship, whatever happened, caused an enormous amount of damage.

There is a man standing in front of me that I have no reelection of. Was he the one that reactivated me? Did he and the people behind him cause this? DID THEY RUIN MY HOME? In a panic, I took a defensive stance. I armed my blowtorch and aimed it at Khalik, I believe that was the mentioned name, in hopes that all life forms would leave me alone. I am confused, scared and I feel threaten. Within all of my mixing emotions, I am unintentionally harming the welfare of others and myself.

“Turn her off!” yelled another person, which again caused me to panic, in turn forcing me to activate my frag grenade catapult. Was it right to threaten them? This is something I am unsure about. I DO NOT want to ever be deactivated against my own will, nor do I ever want to be under the control of another.

I am not a slave.

What happened to my home? This is all that I knew and now it is gone. I do not know how long I have been deactivated for, but it was long enough for this to happen. I never had the chance to cause any damage to the ship. This concerns me. Is my master dead? Are the other species safe?

I need answers. I MUST know. This is my only mission… for now.

In an attempt though, I will try to befriend the beings. I may be of service for them in many ways. All seem to have very different backgrounds and I hope to study them when I am able to. They made be the key to helping me discover what happened here. As long as they help me, I will help them, even when this mission of my own is complete.

There are enemies ahead. The shadows will be my friend once more.

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Into The Belly of the Beast

(This is not for the previous session, but the session before it, when we first jumped to Coruscant.)

“Into the belly of the beast.” Carson rolled the phrase over in his mind as the stars faded back from the streaks of hyperspace. This sector of space was cluttered with traffic. Carson had figured it would be well organized for Imperial space. Instead, it was the height of “Clusterfuck”. Ships jumped in randomly, and Carson had to push the handling of the old freighter to its limits in order to dodge several massive ships that jumped in nearly right on top of them. Carson managed to set the ship down in the correct docking bay. The ship was full of tension as they awaited the arrival of the customs search team. The group waited at the end of the loading ramp when the stormtroopers arrived. Leading the group was an officer who held his head so high and had such an air of elitism, Carson wondered if he had some severe spinal problem. The officer began to pace around the group, questioning everyone in turn. It went fairly well, as Platt tried to schmooze the officer with coffee. Bariss and seemed to be handling the derogatory statements well. Fenn, on the other hand, took offense to a statement he made. Carson didn’t hear it, probably because he was busy trying to counter the officers next line of questioning. Fenn responded with “You’re not shoving anything up my ass!” and refused to go along with the stormtroopers for a search. Bariss, Platt and Carson emphatically gestured to him, eventually getting him to go along and jump through the hoops. Eventually, the officer left, satisfied. The storm troopers finished their search or whatever they had stepped aside to do, and came back out with Fenn. “Welcome to Imperial City. Enjoy your stay.” and the ships’ hold was empty once again.“Fenn, we can’t afford any more mistakes like that. There will be NO escape and NO survival if we get caught on this planet. I know I don’t want to die here.” Carson said as he confronted Fenn. The Bothan seemed to understand and was quiet for a good while. Carson wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. He expected a higher degree of subtlety from an agent of the legendary Bothan Spynet. Considering the Imperial’s view on aliens, he assumed he would just have to chalk it up to stress for now. “I can’t wait to get off this horrible excuse for a planetoid.” Carson muttered as they made their way into the bustling Imperial stronghold. It was a vital step in their search for the Sarlaac project, however, and the rebellion forces were counting on their success. Carson hoped they’d make it out with their lives.

Reflections from Tor part 41


The Inquisitor’s eyes bored holes into Tor but the caamasi refused to look away. The rocky cavern was lit eerily as Draco, his pompous cape billowing around him, stepped forward slowly, flanked by two beings. One, a member of the Sith species, like Rama, but tinted blue instead of red. The other a human but with a sinister air around her.

Draco moved almost casually, arrogant as he began to speak, his silky voice dripping with evil and lies. Tor almost choked as the Inquisitor moved closer, the dark side pouring forth from him, threatening to smother Tor completely.

Draco’s venomous voice continued on and from the corner of his vision Tor saw Rama kneel. Tor’s hand tightened around his lightsaber as Draco’s eyes came back to his.

“Ah, Jedi,” Draco sneered, his voice lashing Tor. “You should submit now or you will find only your doom.”

“No,” Tor replied, his voice steady. “You’ll find something here, Inquisitor. You’ll find the power of the light!”

Then it began, Kelyn springing forward, his sword gleaming in one hand, his blaster firing shots in the other. Tull rushed forward, meeting the blue beast ahead, fists flying as Draco opened his mouth and screamed. They all staggered for a moment as the pounding sound blasted their ears.

Tor raised his hand, eyes still locked on Draco, and threw out as much of the Force as he could, trying to move the Inquisitor. Draco merely smiled and raised his own hand. He made an angry fist and Tor felt his throat close, leaving him gasping for air as ahead of him, the blue Sith grabbed Tull fiercely. A loud multitude of cracks and snaps echoed across the cavern and a heart wrenching scream burst from Tull’s mouth.

“Rama!” Tor choked out. “Rama, stand up to them…don’t give in to the dark side!”

Tor wasn’t sure what spurred Rama into action, but the massive red being was suddenly beside Tull, his giant ax flying through the air again and again, striking at the human woman.

The grip around Tor’s throat released and he fell to his knees. He could hardly focus on anything, the battles ahead of him nothing but blurs of color and the sounds of pain.

Give in to the dark side. Give in to your hate. A voice echoed in Tor’s mind. No, he thought, struggling to keep the evil at bay.

Tull was beside him. Strange dents and ripples under his reptilian skin told Tor that the barabel’s ribs were shattered. Despite the injury, the resolve in his face was steady. He is the strongest being I’ve ever known. I will NOT let him down. I won’t let any of them down.

Tor struggled to his feet, his legs shaking beneath him. The Inquisitor was still standing, grinning at him. Tor raised his hands again, trying to summon the Force, knowing that this was the end, that he would pour everything he had into trying to stop the Inqisitor.

“Wizard, you will kill yourself!” Tull roared.

Yes, Tor thought. If giving my life means ridding the galaxy of this evil, then I will.

“I MUST do this!” Tor yelled

The Force flew out from Tor and washed over Draco…

…who harmlessly deflected it aside.

The darkness poured over Tor and he fell, the world fading from his knowledge, his last sight being Draco’s evil grin.

A thick shroud of black enveloped Tor, filling all his senses, obliterating any hope of life.

A small figure appeared in front of him, moving closer. Tor couldn’t make out who it was until the being was just a few feet away, the only other thing besides the oppressive darkness.

Master Yoda.

“Master Yoda,” Tor’s words echoed strangely in this dark place.

The green Jedi leaned on his cane.

“Master Kir’tem,” he replied. “Surprised I am, to find you here.”

“I fought the Inquisitor, Master,” Tor said. “I failed.”

“Failed? Hmph. Faltered, you have. Failed, you have not.” Yoda’s eyes widened and he leaned closer to Tor. “You must unlearn what you have learned.”

“I don’t understand, Master. What can I do in such a dark place?”

“You must feel the Force around you,” Yoda urged, reciting some of his favorite teachings. “Darkness you should not fear. Luminous beings are we, not crude matter.”

Tor nodded his head. “I’ll try, Master.”

“No!” Yoda said. Banging his cane against the dark floor. “Try not! Do, or do not.” He shook his head. “There is no try.”

Tor could see Yoda’s form beginning to fade away. “Master,” he called. “What do I have that can help me?”

Yoda smiled. “Only what you take with you.” Then he was gone.

Tor sat, thinking of Yoda’s words.

I must defeat Draco. I must get back to help.

Do, or do not.

What can I do against such evil?

Do, or do not.

What do I have that can help me?

Only what you take with you.

How do I defeat him?

Luminous beings are we.

Luminous beings…

Tor could feel the darkness overtaking him, pushing him farther into oblivion.

Do, or do not.

Only what you take with you.



Tor’s eyes snapped open, the world around him clearer than ever before.

He could see Tull’s worried face looming over him. Tor rose, pushed upward out of Tull’s arms by the burning light that poured forth from his body. The light spread quickly, filling the dark cavern and eliminating shadows.

Tor’s gaze found Draco again and the grin evaporated from Draco’s face. The room moved around Tor as he walked forward, the scene around him moving in slow motion, his eyes never leaving Draco and with each step the Inquisitors mouth twisted into a look of fear. The light washed over Draco as Tor continued to walk forward towards the very center of the room. He stopped in the very center of the cavern, next to a stream. The light burst forth in an ever growing wave and no shadow in the room was left untouched. Tor watched as the darkness around Draco melted and twisted, burning away from his body and draining him of his power and energy.

Tor’s eyes closed as the light side continued to flow, using his body as a conduit to purge the dark side from this evil place.

“Luminous beings…” Tor said in a soft voice.

He fell next to the river, the light still ebbing around his body and slipping into unconsciousness, nestled in the arms of another ally…

The Force.

A Tale Called Tull Part 10
Dark Times

The beast looked like Red Rama, but with an azure hue to its skin in place of the familiar crimson. It towered over Tull. Tull felt no fear. A few bounds brought Tull to the monster and with all his strength Tull slammed a fist into its chest. The monster smiled, and then Tull was in the air being crushed. His ribs had never healed right from too many fights and never ending training during his time at Dool Arena, so Tull was unsurprised when he felt every one of his ribs shatter. His scream was not of this world.

As his vision blackened Tull could hear dark laughter. He heard Wizard’s strained yells. To his right he saw the Sith Witch prepare her lightsaber to kill Tull. Then, Red Rama was there tearing her apart. Blow after blow from his axe hammered against her blade. It took all her skill to avoid death, but eventually Red Rama found his opening. His axe came down, cleaving her at the left shoulder past the collar bone. Blood was everywhere and the Witch screamed. It was enough to distract the monster’s attention for a split second.

Tull summoned every ounce of strength he had left. His grandmother passed through his mind. The faces of his friends. Wizard. This was not his time to die. With a mighty roar Tull broke the hold of the beast and pushed him back several feet to give him time to move. To Tull’s right Red Rama’s blade was stuck in the Witch’s chest while her lightsaber arced for his head. A hay-maker from Tull stopped the blade mid swing and caved the Witch’s head in. As she slumped to the floor Tull and Red Rama shared a look of deep respect. Then Red Rama was burying his axe into his clone and Tull was limping away from the fight.

Somehow he found himself around a nearby corner and was finally able to catch his breath. Every intake of air was a new nightmare. Tull had not been this hurt in a long time. Even the flames of the Mandalorian had abated after a time. This pain would not leave. Between breaths Tull took a glance at the battle. Not only were most of his friends engaging the Sith Wizard Draco directly but the Twi’lek Jedi had joined the battle as well. Tull could tell by her stances she meant to die in this battle. A pity, the lizard thought.

Suddenly Tull’s gaze snapped to Wizard who fell to his knees where he stood. All pain forgotten Tull rushed to his friend. As he knelled next to him Tull could tell Wizard was in serious pain. His breathing was as erratic as Tull’s and sweat poured from his brow. Yet he stood. Wizard raised a hand at the Inquisitor and roared.

“Wizard you will kill yourself!” Tull bellowed.

“I MUST do this!” Wizard screamed.

Nothing happened. Draco just sneered and Wizard collapsed into Tull’s hands. He was unconscious and Tull did not know what to do. The smell in the room was ungodly. The Sith Wizard Temple was foul, but this man put it to shame. Hate, purer than Tull had ever felt emanated from this man. People had tried and kill the group of friends before, but this was different. This man wanted to scour their very being from the Galaxy. Tull knew the battle was lost.

Just as Tull was going to throw Wizard on his shoulders and flee Wizard opened his eyes. A clarity shown in them, as if Wizard had seen some fundamental truth of the Galaxy. Then the light started to pour from Wizard’s body. The same light that scoured the clown scant days before, but so much more intense. It poured over Tull’s body and he suddenly had a feeling of complete contentment. He saw his Grandmother smile at him the way she did when Tull made her proud. He felt the cheers of the crowed as they screamed his name and pounded the arena seats with their hands and feet. He felt himself training his lightsaber techniques with Wizard. Wizard slowly walked toward the Sith Wizard and the smile left Draco’s face.

Every step Wizard took towards Draco the more the Sith Wizard’s face changed from arrogance to fear. Then his skin started to peel away. Instead of flesh and blood, beneath was blackness and death, as if he was no man at all. Bright light pierced every corner of the cave, then Draco ran. He fled with the speed only a dying man can find. Then the blaster fire erupted. A barrage of red energy rained down upon him as Red Rama set his heavy blast to full auto and drained the entire energy cell.

As his limbs were torn asunder by Red Rama’s attack Draco’s back caught upon a railing and he went over its side. The railing belonged to a bridge that spanned a lake of molten death. Draco screamed the whole way down. He was still screaming when the fire engulfed him completely. Then the lightning began. Erupting out of the very lava itself. And slowly a dark reptilian head rose from the fiery pits of hell. When the beast of darkness roared Tull found that he had never truly lost his fear, he had just hidden it away, and not even he could stop it from flooding back to every part of his body. His fear had found him again, and Tull found it laughed a lot like Sith Wizard Draco.

Foot Placebo Snare Part 2

I had Hermione in my bed by 11:30 that night. That was sub par for me, getting the older blonde waitress to spread her legs… but my pecker never made contact. Beneath the sheets I started ranting angrily about that damned Lieutenant Das. Who did he think he was, dragging me to a crime scene and tampering with the evidence and witnesses before I even arrived?
Hermione stormed out of the apartment at 11:38pm. I threw on some sweat pants and a jacket that hadn’t been in style since before the Galaxy shuddered at the words “Clone Wars.” Forty minutes later I was in the remodeled Outlander Club. It was now a regular 24-7 joint, serving brunch to little old ladies by day and death sticks to folks like me by night. I was in no mood for brunch. Death sticks would do just fine. After securing my imbibement of choice and a tall Rancor’s breath from Ganwick Trag, the assistant bartender. Then, I collided with and spilled my drink on Das.

I punched the sonofabitch in the face. “You cockblocking sonofabitch!” I shouted.

“You fucked the girl, so relax.”

“I had the honor of no such penetration, you lousy spy!”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Das said. “What do you make of this?” Das produced a datapad and a code cylinder. He penetrated the pad with the cylinder in a way that made me realize I had made some bad decisions. I looked at the screen.

“Looks like a transmission from CoCo Town to a satellite at the edge of the Duro System,” I said. One known to have a habit of sending encoded messages to Bothawui’s finest journalists.”

“That’s what we thought,” Das sneered. “We have a Bothan Spy in Imperial City.”

“I’m sure the boys in white nabbed him.” I knew this wasn’t the case. Das would never have shown me something so mundane and classified if he’d just spent the day filing paperwork on the apprehended perp.

“The Sleep Center desk girl gave them away. Things turned into a real blood bath.”

“What does the Bothan want?”

“We don’t know.”

“Keep up the excellent work,” I said. “Someday you might get good enough to work the private sector.”

“Blast you!” Das said as I left.

I caught the next bus to the Coco Town Sleep Center.

I had Wats-1B, my medbot, meet me at the scene. When I found him, he was quite distracted, watching a feed of the Works Underground Wing Races. Watson was pissed as a monotone voice droid could sound. Hesulka, the crowd’s favorite, had just been taken out by racers Watson referred to as “those meddling kids.”

Apparently I was going to be paying for Watson’s gambling debts for a long time. I’d better not hit anymore ISB agents.

I took a quick look at the scene Watson was watching. A smile crossed my face. Apparently someone had pulled off a heist, stealing a landing pad. Well done. Those fools will probably be executed by morning… at least they would if I had half an ounce of will to provide a complimentary service to IntSec, which I didn’t. Those bastards have a habit of not paying the invoices I send them.

The camera showed the crowd gathered by the pits, where the droids ran the wing pilots’ weaponry. It was a genuine who’s who of Coruscani scum and villainy, who’d gladly sell you anything on planet that wasn’t bolted down… and many who were dumb enough to sell you anything that was bolted down and guarded by the Emperor’s best. There was Goddam and Morticia Mockling. I’d called on them a couple times, each call related to a grisly murder of a high society member. They were innocent every time, but their eccentric lifestyle and Mom and Pop enterprise made them the prime target every time someone wanted to pin a horrific crime to.


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