She rushed to Zen, wanting to make sure that he was okay. She saw him wince when she touched his side. "I knew it. You should be in bed. How did I ever let you talk me into letting you fight?"
Zen just smiled at her.
"Come on, before you lose what little strength you have. I'm going to put you to bed and you're not getting up until, I KNOW that you are okay."
He gave her a little salute. "Yes, Drill Sergant!"
"Don't you dare take that tone with me! Now March!"
Sha'ara I heard Farlo's voice in my head and then silenced. I tried to make contact with him, but couldn't until suddenly I sensed that he was gone. He'd taken the White Hawk and left. No, the Black Hawk.... Where had that come from. I felt an urgent need to walk outside and I obeyed my inner voice. As soon as I was out in the sunlight the White Hawk flew overhead and suddenly disappeared. Where are you going Farlo? Well, wherever it is, I'll find out. The thought scared me, because it made me question, "Why do I even care???" A chill made it's way through my cloak and I shivered.
Following Madison, I marched behind her as she lead me back to my room. On the way I saw all of the damage the stormstroopers had caused to the base.
When we reached my room Madison told me in a stern but concerned voice "Now get under the sheets and no arguing."
I gave her a mock salute as I was about to jump into bed. But first I had to take off my blood covered shirt. The dry blood from my side clinged to the shirt painfully but I got it off. My back had a nasty burn over on the side from the blaster and of course my chest still had that scar from my youth.
Madison had a look of concern on her face but I told her "Dont worry, I've been through much worse in my time." I laid down on the side of my body that wasnt burned as Madison got a washcloth to help rub off the dirt and any blood that was on me.
I looked up into her eyes and saw the concern for me in her eyes. I held her hand and told her softly "Madison, how did I ever end up with such a great girl like you?"
Before she could say anything I sat up and kissed her fully on the lips as my arms wrapped around her back. I held her closer to me and I never wanted to let her go.
Being held in Drakon's arms after all this time... all the horror that had passed. "He is gone Beloved." Is that what he said? He was so wrong. She trembled in his arms but couldn't stop from sliping her own arms around him. He felt so good... and it had been so long. She could feel the tugging on her inner mind... the dark force... Him... she desperately shut it from her mind. 'No!' she thought to herself, 'not now... not again!' She didn't want to lose him a second time.
In desperation she tilted her head and her lips found his. She felt she would melt right into him he felt and tasted that good and for a moment, she too could feel the force in all it's glory pulsating around them.
[OOC: Sorry if this interrupts anything you guys'n'gals might be getting down to... really! But I had this neat little idea...]
Farlo Truan
>On board an Imperial Star Destroyer flagship, named the Vengeance...
I shifted my weight again, settling into another depression I had made in the small, padded cell in which I have spent these last few years. I glanced up at the wall to my right, where a digital timer proclaimed the length of my confinement in red lit numbers - 3 years, 2 months, 5 days, 8 hours, 17 minutes.... even down to the seconds and microseconds.
The only sign of life I had outside of the cell was when the white gauntleted hand of a stormtrooper slid the foodtray in or out.
-Click-
I froze. The last time I had heard that noise... was when the counter above had read zero. When the door had been closed on me. A shadow fell across me, blocking the bright light above.
"How are you, my brother?"
I didn't look up. If anything, I sank lower to the floor. I had prefered the utter silence to the sound of his voice.
"I just wanted to say thank you, my little brother, for your assistance... as a reward for your service to the Empire, I thought you might like to see the life you might have led, outside..."
I looked up then, my eyes narrowed.
"You stole my life", I rasped, my throat sore from months of silence, "you betrayed your own brother".
"And you would have betrayed the Empire" he replied, kneeling down to look me in the eyes, "I saved your life, dear brother... you would have been executed".
"Perhaps you think I should thank you?" I spat back, hoarsely.
He laughed, and pressed his hands against my forehead.
A few minutes later, I collapsed fully to the floor, sweating profusely. My mind had been filled with memories that were not my own... and yet... were. Deeds, I had never accomplished. Friends, I had never made. Even... love... I had never really known.
-Click-
The door locked behind him, leaving me alone with these new memories of 'mine'. Sha-ara...
How could I love a woman I had never really met? Even talked to? Had I... he... even realised before now the strength of the feelings I... he felt for her?
Finally, overcome with exhaustian at these strange yet familiar memories, I slipped into a fitful sleep.
* * *
I6T9 stalked down the main corridor of the New Alliance base. The droid, though of an Imperial design, was now a common enough sight, and drew little attention.
She stopped outside the briefing chamber, and turned to a nearby guard.
"Excuse me sir, I came across some interesting data while we where aboard the death star, and master Farlo said I should show it to Princess Leia".
"Yeh? Well, she's inside. I'm sure she'll see you. Where is Farlo? I hear he's something of a hero" the guard replied, standing up a little straighter.
"Master Farlo wanted a little time alone... he's up in the White Hawk, sir. I'm sure he'll be back in time for the celebration's soon enough".
The guard waved her inside.
Moments later....
~~~~~BOOOOOM~~~~~
The explosion rocked the base...
* * *
Elsewhere, on board the Vengeance...
Moff Truan knelt before the flickering image of a dark cloaked, hooded figure displayed in the HoloNet transciever aboard the Star Destroyer flagship.
"You have done well" the figure said, leaning forward, "I sense, even now, the last of the Skywalker line perishing. My revenge against the treasonous Vader and his progeny is now at last complete. Now, we can turn our attention to crushing the rebels... the so-called New Alliance... once and for all".
"Yes, my Emperor".
* * *
Farlo Truan:
I awoke with a start. The memories my elder brother had bestowed upon me were no longer clammering for space in my mind. Now, they almost seemed to bring me peace.
I looked up at the timer again, wishing it would stop, wishing my imprisonment would end. -k-chk-
The counter froze, the red light dimming completely. Cracks had appeared across the digital display.
I sat up, my mind suddenly ablaze with the possibility that...
Had he...
Yes. My brother, by giving me these memories, had given me hope, where he had thought he had given me but further torment.
For he had given me the knowledge, the training, of a Jedi.
* * *
[OOC: OK, I could go into all the detail about how Farlo escapes the Vengeance, steals the White Hawk back, slips away and all... but I don't think that's really necessary (plus I did more than a bit of brain wracking for this as it is, my head hurts, it needs a rest...), so, after Leia's death is dealt with (Gak!) , Farlo (the real one) will be returning to the base...]
Ganor walked down the line of storm troopers. His hand held firmly out. He was looking for something, for one of them...
There, he had the force, Ganor pulled him out of the line. There was another, and yet another.
Soon, seven storm troopers stood waiting new orders. The others left. Ganor gave them all a light Saber.
"Now, attack me..."
It was pathetic. They couldn't even make Ganor break a sweat. Soon they were all on the floor holding something. Ganor laughed as he walked through each one of them. Two actually showed promise, they used a little of the force when fighting. Not bad...
"Line up..."
They made a line in front of him. Ganor touched each one, instantly giving them the dark side of the force. They were now full blown apprentices, prepared for anything.
Ganor smiled, "Each of you fight one another. Do not rest until there can not be declared a winner."
They nodded. Ganor walked over to the main console. He punched in a few keys.
The death star was coming along nicely. A few more days and it would be at it's peak running condition. Ganor watched in excitement as the primary weapon was already online (my god, is he going to just start playing the movie and copy off of it? Is that it).
Ganor stretched, before going off to sleep, it had been so long since he had slept. He deserved it.
***********
Ronag woke up, the tears streaming down his face. He wiped them off with his good arm. The other one hung there loosely, it would be a few days before he could use it again.
BOOM
Ronag sat back in his bed. He looked up, yelling, "I told you not to have the chili cheese bean burrito for lunch."
There were a few laughs as people started running from the health ward.
"Whats going on?"
"An explosion, on the base. Someone might be hurt."
Ronag certainly hoped not. His pain ached up again, he pressed the button, and more morphine went into his system. Good, real good. He layed back down and slept.
(OOC: I want to know everyone's opinion. Was I in the wrong when I made Ganor run off and make the empire stronger? I was just reflecting (yes I do that) on the star wars movie, and never had a sith actually ran away from a fight, it is usually the jedi who do it. Or, a death stops the fighting all together. I then thought about the original Star Wars and how Darth kind of ran away, but that could be argued either way. I am just curious, good move? bad move? and how would you change it?)
The explosion could be heard throughout the building as the walls moved from the vibrations. I tried to get up to check on it but I couldnt. I had finaly reached my limit and could not stand up from the pain.
Madison tells me "You stay here, I'm going to check this out." I try to stop her but she is gone before I can do anything.
My injurys are to great for me to do anything but lay there and wait to see what happens.
As I hear the explosion rock the building, I already sense the inevitable bad news. Leia is dead. "NOOOOO!!!" I cry, dropping to the ground. Noone needs to tell me I already know it. Leia kept my identity a secret for so long, should it come out now? I decided I should discuss it with my father... my real father, Han Solo.
18 years ago, I was born Sha'ara Solo, daughter to the princess Leia and her husband. Fear swept through Leia at the thought of the Emperor finding out that a new Skywalker had been born, so she gave me to two of her loyal subjects, Milos and Tirren Merexia to raise as their own daughter. She kept a faithful watch over me, never allowing my identity to be known. Although, once I had been allowed to start training, and my mental powers came into play I sensed the truth. I wish I had gotten the chance to speak to Leia about this, I could only hope that she had been proud of me, for I was proud of her. I knew I didn't have the great skills that my mother and Uncle had, but perhaps I take more after my father, renegade and scoudrel that he is.
(ooc - Throwing my own plot twist into the mix!! Don't worry I won't get a Skywalker/God complex!!!)
"I still love you", said Drakon, rising from their kiss. "But I am afraid. For you and for me. I can't go back to the Dark Side. I have made my choice, difficult as it was. The seduction of power is nothing in the face of a true cause."
Silver replied, "I don't know of any cause that is close to my heart. Only you."
"In time you will be free and you will be able to walk on the Light Side again. I will be with you for every moment, but not as your lover. Not yet. It is a danger to us both. We must see Leia."
Silver looked to him with great sadness. She loved him too much..
Urgh...without comp for a few days, and you're miles ahead of me. Missed all the action
Mmm...looks like that was it for Tawain then...he'd probably just get in the way with the multitude of plot twists, anyway.
Hey, it's not that convulated Lightman, really, honest! I just set up a possible follow-on adventure, but I think its time for the celebrations first for the old one!
ooc: Ok, I'll try to keep it up.
ic:
The explosion made Tawain fall out of his bed. What's wrong now?!
Rushing into the corridor, he saw people running in every direction. Pandemonium reigned. No one could tell him exactly what happened, so Tawain started running towards the place where the explosion had taken place.
He stopped dead as Sha'ara passed him--without so much as looking at him! That and the expression on her face told him she was bothered by something--to put it gently.
Hesitating only a moment, Tawain turned and ran after her...should she want to be alone, he told himself, he could still quietly leave.
"Wait a minute Leia is hurt?"
The woman looked at him, not saying anything. Ronag should have known, he was a master of the force, damn morphine.
Ronag got up, being as his arm and leg couldn't allow him to walk he hovered above the ground.
The morphine started to give away, his old wounds came back. They were awful, damn Ganor.
He went up to the crowd of people. They were standing by a pile of rubble. Laying on the ground way Leia.
"Nooooo," Ronag went to the ground. He touched her cheek.
His mind went back to the saber, could he do it? This was a human (i think) being, could he save her.
Ronag closed his eyes, putting his hand on her forehead. His mind swept back to the force.
It was the room again, the white light came from the center just as before. He walked into the room, all of his wounds gone, or forgotten, he wasn't quite sure.
There, in the room was Leia, Ronag grabbed her hand.
"Come on, let's go back."
She didn't move Ronag tugged, but Leia stood her ground.
"Whats wrong?
She looked up at him, "Ronag, you don't understand. It is my time. I was supposed to go. You have to let it go Ronag."
"It is destined that a Skywalker is supposed to save the universe. Without you, there is no one."
Leia smiled, it was so sweet, "Ronag, there is another. You need to train her. She has to know more about the force, she needs to be trained, and since you are the most powerful Jedi alive. I want you to train her."
"Her, it's a she? Who is it?"
"You will find out, soon enough. For now, you need to rest. Please do this for me."
I nodded my head, "Yes Leia, I promise."
Ronag snapped back to reality. He took his hand off of Leia.
"Well..."
Ronag shook my head, "It's too late. I am sorry."
He moved away a piece of hair, and gave her a kiss. Then Ronag stood up. The pain still clutching him he hovered, ever so slighty, and went back up to his room.
Ronag went to sleep. His thoughts on Leia, and another Skywalker? Who why How?
His mind went into a restless sleep.
I had lost the TIEs that were launched after me, reversing the course that was laid into the astronavigation computer. Back to the jedi academy... or, should that be my first time to it?
These memories were confusing. Should I think of them as my own, or not? They felt... real enough.
But, I also had some memories - fading though they were - of my brothers. And they scared me.
The Emperor, alive.
As I took the White Hawk down through the atmosphere, I wondered how I would be received. Doubtless, they had placed I6T9 as the source of the explosion by now... even though I wasn't responsible, I felt guilty knowing what I did, with some of my brothers thoughts. He may have used your thoughts as his own a voice said in my mind, but your brother also used your courage and conviction. You were as much responible for destroying the Death Star as he was. Don't be afraid to embrace what he stole from you.
Lukes voice.
I brought the ship down on the training ground. My brother had left the lightsabre in its belt slung over the seat. I put it on... it felt right.
Geez... Poohlive... that wasn't even where I was going with that... but that's one hell of a set up isn't it?? And Kepic... the Emperor is your BROTHER?? My my... what a twisted web we weave...
As I run down the hall everything seems to move in slow motion. I run to the room where my mother died and ask the crowd of people there, "Where's Han?" Everyone looks at me blankly, uncomfortable. "Let me repeat myself... where is Han Solo? Where is my father?"
A man's voice speaks from behind me, "I'm right here." I turn around to see the man who is my biological father. I stop and stare at him for a moment then I run into his arms. I am unable to keep the tears from flowing down my cheeks.
"Why? Why couldn't I have talked to her one last time as her daughter??"
Han brushes my hair away from my face forcing me to look at him. I see such love there, love he was unable to show me before. "Life isn't fair Sha'ara, but know that she loved you every day of her life since you were born. That is why she gave you to the people who raised you. It was a hard decision for both of us."
"I'm scared... I am unprepared for what it means to be a Skywalker... Solo ... whatever..." I stammer.
At the end of the corridor, Tawain stared in disbelief at the scene he was witnessing. It was the first time he actually learned that Leia was dead, so he was shocked enough as it was, but to learn that Sha'ara was Leia's daughter... Good grief, I'm actually in love with Luke's niece!
I was not as though it really changed anything--except that this feeling he had begun to have, the feeling that he was not worthy of her, was accutely increased.
He was vagely aware that out of politeness he should leave, but he just stood stone still where he was, staring at Sha'ara and Han Solo, his head swirling, unable to decide just what he should be feeling...except deep grief.
Sorry I havent been around to post. My computer went kaput and died and me and my little brother were fixing it all week. Im back now though and ready to move killian along.
look forwards to RPing with you all again.
It hits me hard and fast, Leia is dead. "No, she cant be!" I yell as I pull myself out of bed and use all of my strength to try to reach her.
I run through the crowded halls as I head for her room. As I travel to her room the looks on all of the cadets faces tells me what I don't want to believe. But I had to admit that it was true. I never did make it to Leias room.
Instead I head over to check on Ronag. When I reach him I see the look on his sleeping face and know that he is aware of her death as well. He needs his rest so I leave to look for the others.
Walking away I see Tawain looking at someone from a distance. Standing beside him I see Sha'ara and Han with looks of grief on there faces. Han, what could be going through your head right now? And Sha'ara, you have already suffered more in these last few days then anyone should have to go through in there lifetime.
All of this pain and suffering, because I let Ganor live. I slowly walk away from the scene as the grim reality of the situation hits me. We are now without a leader, and it was all my fault.
Killian rested in his ship. What was he doing, the person that owed him money was dead and he couldnt really hunt down the whole Empire to get his money. Why was he so consumed with money? His life seemed to revolve around it now and nothing else. It wasnt like this before. No Killian had a life away from the stalking.
Thoughts traveled through his head as Killian plotted his next move in this galaxy. A errie feeling hit him and a moment later he hear a soft explosion from the Rebel Base.
Quickly Killian dressed and grabbed his weapon before jumping onto his speeder and dartting through the forest towards the Rebel Base.
Without really hesitating, Killian leaped off his bike and rushed through the doors ignoring the cadet asking him for some sort of clearance code.
Following his instincts, he walked into the hallway where everyone was gathered. Seeing familiar faces twisted with grief, he knew the worst had happened. Leia joined her father and brother in The Force.
Standing silently Killian watched on unnoticed, that is until the women he was hired to capture, Madison, turned away from Zen and the others and looked directly at him. Zen and the others were soon to follow her lead and the room was utterly silent.
Our moment of silence was broken by the appearance of Killian, the bounty hunter that captured Madison. We did not know what his position was in all of this. Sure he helped up during the battle but now that Mask was dead he had no reason to be here.
Seeing that he was holding his weapon and not wanting to start an incident I asked him in a stern but non threatening voice "What are you doing here Killian? We granted you freedom for helping us so what brings you back here?"
I awaited his answer with much concern. In the condition I was in I could not stand to be in another fight so soon.
I turn my tear stained face toward the door leading to the hallway. It is then I realize that everyone is here, looking at us. No... they're looking at someone in the hallway.. what is out there? In my grief and bewilderment, it barely registers that Tawain is there too. Though in the back of my mind I do take comfort in his presence. The others make a path for me as I pass, Han at my back, until I see him. The stranger, the bounty hunter.
My eyes narrow in his direction and with a power in my voice that I've never felt before I say to him, "Did you do this? Did you kill my mother??" I spit it at him, not even noticing the gasps and looks of shock as the others hear my words.
"What are you doing here Killian? We granted you freedom for helping us so what brings you back here?"
What was he doing here, Killian felt something welcoming about this place. Something or someone within was askin him to stay.
Something sturred within him and Killian found himself battling internally with what he used to be, something he for his own reasons forced within, though he could still control it well.
Bounty Hunting just was his way of following the plight of the Rebels lead by the Jedi against the Empire lead by the Sith. He never chose sides and always played either so long as the money was there. But in reality he was on one side. Thats why he helped Leia and Madison out.
"Im here to offer my help against the Sith and the Empire, Jedi Knight."