Star Wars

[Moneytalks]

Silver Dread...

Silver watched him as he skillfully massaged her feet, tracing the delicate bones with fingers that had in fact been trained to kill not heal. Yet she could feel the warmth and the energy he released as he worked on her. Her blue eyes darkened as she considered how much he had changed since their earlier years together in training. At the time, she and Drakon had been the star performers. She had watched as Ganor honed his anger and hate, but there wasn't the fire or the intensity in him that had been in Drakon.

Even now, as powerful as he was, he didn't scare her like Drakon had. She wondered again what had happened to him down on the Rebel base. She was sure now that it was something miraculous and that it was related in some way to his identical twin whom she had run into. He paused glancing up at her his eyes questioning. His hands stopped their graceful dance across her arched foot as if to remind her that she was to tell him something. She moaned, pulling her foot from his grasp and sitting on the center of his bed with her knees tucked under her chin. She looked suddenly small and vulnerable, younger. He tended to forgot that she was in fact younger than himself. She always wore her self control like an armour about her, so that in times like this, when her defenses were partially down he saw the girl she could have been before the dark side lured her.

"I saw something down on the Rebel base..." her voice was calm enough but he sensed that she was testing him somehow.
He didn't reply, but sat on the edge of the bed himself resting his arms on his knees and looking at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. She took his silence as the need to hear more from her, so she obliged. Uncurling herself she moved so that she knelt behind him. She wrapped her arms around his chest and pressed herself against his back. Her thighs parted so that her inner thighs pressed against his hips. He felt the warmth of her cheek as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Ganor felt her hands sliding down his stomach, teasing him. He tensed as her fingers glided over his thigh. She lifted her head to breath warm air against his neck. It sent a shiver down his spine. She smiled as she continued to tease and stroke him. "So Ganor... how did you lose your other half to the light?" She whispered. With a growl he turned pushing her back against the bed. She gasped at the speed of his movements and the tantalizing anger & power she could feel emenating from him. Her eyes gleamed with passion and she smiled wickedly at him.

He leaned over her menacingly his body effectively straddling hers and holding her captive. Her chest heaved as she felt the excitment rush through her. She had been right. Ronag was his twin in more ways than one... Ronag was in fact part of Ganor himself made solid. She struggled against the hands that held her wrists down. She was surprised to find that he held her down easily. She used the force to give her strength but again she felt him dampening her power. She looked up at him startled. She had never felt overpowered like this before. Her eyes flashed angrily as she squirmed and kicked ineffectually under him. He smiled grimly as he watched her. Suddenly she stopped moving. He wasn't stupid enough to ease up on her yet, she might be captive but she was still deadly. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. She smiled slowly, relaxing under him. She licked her lips seductively and arched her back enough to thrust her breasts upward. Ganor found himself entranced as he watched her trying to seduce him. He felt her will, enticing him... it was so soft so feather light her touch. Willing him to come closer... closer... to taste... to feel. He felt himself responding... leaning closer... closer... their lips touched. Her soft sweet lips clung to his. He thrust his tongue forward and explored her mouth.

He felt the world moving. Literally. Suddenly he realised she had managed to move them around so that he was now on his back with her straddled over him. He gasped as he felt the hum of her sabre threateningly close to his face.

 

[Indika]

Sha'ara

I find my father mired in discussion of military strategy with Admiral Ackbar and General Calrissean, so I decide not to disturb them.

Unable to stand a night alone in a cold empty room, I go to a dress shop to buy something feminine to wear. I don't think I've ever dressed up nice or even tried to make myself look like a girl, so this would hopefully be a change of pace and cheer me up.

Walking into the shop, a saleswoman approaches me and asks me if I see anything I like. I explain to her my condition and that I am putting myself at her mercy to find me something beautiful to wear. She assures me she will make me look like a princess (little does she know.)

She describes the dress she has me put on as a light blue silk with threads of silver weaving through it. I go into a dressing room and slide the soft material over my head. It clings to me and the gauzy fabric feels exquisite against my skin. I feel like a completely different girl ... I feel like a woman. I can feel that it has straps instead of sleeves and that there are ties that come from the back of the dress around the front just under the bodice and back to tie at the small of my back. It reaches almost to my ankles and has a slit up each side to my thighs. I, of course, take it. As she's take my money, she says to me that if I would allow her to, she would do something with my hair for me at no additional cost. I agree and she takes me in the back, where she takes my hair out of it's braids and brushes it. She pulls my hair to the top of my head and secures it, allowing the ends to cascade to my shoulders.

I leave the shop feeling like a completely different person. But, then I wonder, what am I going to do, where am I going to go, and with who? Tawain is angry with me, my father is discussing attack strategies with his friends, the others are probably sleeping. Then it hits me. I can ask someone who isn't angry with me, isn't a military leader, and is enough of a trouble maker to wreak a little havoc with me. I head out to his room.

I knock on the door and hear someone bellow out, "Yeah, what do you want?"

"Farlo, it's Sha'ara! Open the door!"

 

[Kepic]

Farlo
"Yeah... hang on..." I said, getting up from the small workbench, where I had been examining some of I6T9's circuitry, trying to pry whatever I could out of what was left of her memory logs. I had figured there might be something useful in there, but I hadn't come across anything yet.

I pressed the door button, and it slid open, and I smiled and nodded to...

"Sha'ara?" I said, with a barely-contained - well, full-blown - gasp, "er... it is you, isn't it?" I added, as I poked her left shoulder.

"Of course it's me" she replied, with a pout.

"Well... you look very..." I stammered, suddenly finding myself unable to voice coherent sentances, "nice dress... you look... matches the colour of your..."

I stopped, seeing her sky-blue turquoise eyes still unfocused.

"Does it?" she said, with a sly smile. She knew exactly what she was doing. Now, could I get my other foot in my mouth?

I gave a half-hearted laugh, and replied, "yeah... Sha'ara, look, I mean... er..."

Obviously, yes, I could. She just kept on smiling at me. Quit while you're ahead, man.

"Right, fine. Strike two" I said, grinning now. If you can't beat 'em... "I suppose I'd better change... where we going?"

 

[Lightman]

ooc

um...I don't know, but if my character already gets taken over bu the others, I guess that means I'm not interesting enough for you.

Well, it's been nice. Have fun.

[Edited by Lightman on 10-05-2000 at 01:34 PM]

 

[Kepic]

OOC: Just reread the last few posts, and I agree with you Lightman. I'm not saying I'm not guilty of forcing a post or two myself in the past, but Tawain is your character. Have him go somewhere and 'calm down' from all this anger he's suddenly building up (from outside influences? the Dark Side trying to get to him?)
I don't think it'll be the same without you - the Farlo-Sha'ara-Tawain triangle (names not placed in any particular order) has a lot of angst to play out yet, and I'm playing Farlo at the moment not wanting to get between Tawain and Sha'ara - though her showing up at his door, in that dress, certainly put his mind in a spin. What do you think the Emperor's thinking at the moment? Oh... I'm hoping I can really show just how evil he is...
This thread has got to 31 pages and I'm no longer that concerned about getting any sex into it, the storylines pretty fun on its own!

 

[Renegade]

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[Indika]

OOC: Lightman

Sorry if I ended up writing things for you. I had no intention of molding your character in any way. But, looking back I guess I am guilty of that to a certain degree. By not really speaking to Sha'ara and trying to show how much he loves her I read it as his being pretty angry at her for kissing Farlo. Sorry, if that's not what you intended. This can still go a lot of ways. And if Farlo doesn't want to get in the middle of us, then he may very well end up being a shoulder to cry on for Sha'ara. I don't have any clue as to what Kepic intends to do about this. Anytime Tawain wants to talk Sha'ara would be more than receptive!! Trust me on that one. But, right now Sha'ara doesn't feel like he wants to talk to her or even see her.

Let me know! But, PLEASE don't leave! I promise I will try to avoid writing for other people in the future. To be honest I didn't even realize I'd done anything. Thanks for pointing it out!

[Edited by Indika on 10-05-2000 at 10:40 PM]

 

[Indika]

Sha'ara

"I thought maybe we could go to the cantina. I heard the food and music are really good." I heard Farlo rustling about in the other room, and I spoke louder as I continued to fill the silence, "Tawain hasn't spoken to me very much since he found us in the White Hawk, and I am really afraid that perhaps he's through with me. Frankly, now that things have slowed down, I've had time to think it over... it's my fault really. I haven't had the chance to really talk things over with him either. So, maybe he thinks that I'm through with him. I really should talk to him ... but I'm afraid."

Farlo asks me, "Afraid of what?"

"That he really is through with me ... but, maybe not knowing one way or the other is worse." I sigh.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I was going for the fact that love makes us do crazy things... I might have let Tawain go too far, but I also put in that I only wanted to go in this direction if everyone else did. I thought it would be an interesting twist, and it seems as if everyone else thinks so too, but it Tawain doesn't want too, then I don't mind if it doesn't happen. It's just the light side has been really boring lately.. besides the crashing of the ship, there's nothing happening until we get to the emporer's place.
Tell you what, Lightman, instead of me all together throwing out this plot twist, talk about it, tell me what you want to have happen... We can work from there.

Ganor

His eyes gazed at the saber, watching it flisker from one side of his face to the other. Sith foreplay was so erotic.
Ganor sat up. Silver eased back, but still straddled him.
He moved in, his lips out. She passed the saber between them, he barely noticed it. He kissed her, there was a momentary lax, as Ganor turned to his side. The saber flw into the air.
Ganor grabbed it, holding it inches from her neck. She looked at him, her eyes blazing with lust and hate.
"Did the Emporer send you in here? To get answers from me?"
She said nothing, looking at him, her eyes still burning.
"Did he?"
She smiled, "No."
Ganor grabbed her neck, picking her up to his lips. He kissed her deeply, as the saber moved around to her back. One quick slice.
She gasped as her dress came undone from behind. She held onto it looking at him.
Ganor turned the saber off, moving to her side. She nuzzled his neck, making her way to his ear.
Ganor held the saber out of her reach. She would have to use both hands to get it. She looked at him, before grabbing it.
Her dress fell to her knees.
She moved on top of him again. Ganor watched as the Saber got closer and closer to his neck. He looked at her, the animal lust taking over both of them.
Ganor waited, knowing she was going to make the next move. His eyes glistend with anticipation. With Silver, there was never a dull moment.
(anyone else incredibly turned on by Sith love making? I AM I AM)

 

[Renegade]

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[Kepic]

OOC: Just how evil is this Emperor?... well, I think this will tell all... heh heh...

The Emperor's Palace on Sithius

The Emperor rolled the last of the women of the dancing troupe, that had so poorly entertained him earlier in the great hall, from his wide bed, to lay panting on the cold marbled floor with the rest. A few twists of their minds, and they were eager to please him, do anything for him. The first two were even now struggling back up onto the black satin covers, damp from their sweat, in a mindless desire to continue their efforts in appeasing his lust.

But the Emperor had found little comfort with them so far. It was not that the twisting of the minds of others to do his bidding wasn't disagreeable to him, it was his life's work, after all... just that these women held no challenge, gave no real victory. Their minds had been weak, with no defence to test his mental powers. Not that he had really expected any.

The Emperor had little need of sleep now, his new genetically-engineered body required little rest, its stamina all but boundless, when combined with his Sith powers. He had been in contact with the stormtrooper search detail in the ancient Jedi temple for a while, and had listened intently to their reports, and issued his instructions. They had taken many losses, old but still deadly Jedi traps had been placed down a newly discovered passageway, from the room Ganor had indicated, disarming them with their lives if they had needed to further their progress.

And now, finally, they were bringing the treasure they had unearthed to him. An Imperial shuttle was already on its way with the precious cargo. Even if the Emperor had been in dire need of sleep, he could not have done so knowing what was on its way to his hands.

He himself had thought that artifact a legend - spun by the ancients to further glorify the Jedi and Sith legends. If the story was true, then within the box the stormtroopers had pulled free was a true Sith weapon. The Fang of Death. The box, however, had been fashioned by the Jedi to contain it... and only one who had been trained as a Jedi would be able to open it. The three stormtroopers who had so far tried to do so where nothing more than ashes now.

The Emperor had laughed long at that. After all, one of his currently most favoured officer's was such a man. A shame that opening the box would cost Moff Truan his life. But to be able to wield the legendary darksabre... he had spent much time of late, training with light-sabre and light-stave, now he was once more in a body youthful enough to accomodate such a form of melee combat. Only one blade was purportedly the darksabre's equal in combat... and that was as long lost as the Fang itself had been.

He had been informed of Silver Dread's entry into Ganor's suite, when he had asked about his two main guests locations. Thoughts of thanking Ganor, for the information given him that had led to the Fang's discovery, quickly changed to jealous anger. But that, in turn, returned to thoughts of giving thanks. He realised that if Ganor had known the true nature of the artifact there... he would have sought it for himself. The presence of the artifact of Krytoris must have masked the Fang's presence, even after Ganor had gained the power from it.

It has been a long time since my mind has tasted the bittersweet fruit of jealousy the Emperor mused, and not ever over a woman... power, yes...

He had quickly ordered the re-enabling of the explosives in the temple, and was now observing the pair in Ganor's quarters through the hidden surveillance camera's. He would wait for the right moment, and then...

It has been even longer since I did anything out of simple, petty, jealous spite the Emperor inwardly laughed. When Ganor reached the peak of his release, in Silver's embrace... then he would know the Emperor's thanks.

"On my mark, commander, destroy the temple and everything left within..."

"Sir, some of my men are still in there" the Stormtrooper commander replied. It wasn't a comment, of a man worried for his men's safety, just a statement of fact. The commander would shoot himself if the Emperor ordered it, then and there. Their loyalty was without question. He had made them that way.

"Then you had better order them out quickly, commander... when I give the order, I want it done - immediately!"

"Yes, my Emperor" came the commanders reply, as the Emperor leaned closer to the camera monitor screen, smiling.

The touches from the dancer's were now feeling more pleasurable to the Emperor. Perhaps he wouldn't kill them afterwards, after all. Perhaps.

OOC: OK, how's that for EVIL? >KA-BOOM!< ..."was it good for you?"... this guy needs to die!!!

[Edited by Kepic on 10-06-2000 at 11:32 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Farlo
"Sha'ara... you may have lost the use of your eyes, and the sight the force is giving you at the moment might be powerful, but no Jedi can read another persons heart" I said, pulling on the last boot, and buckling the straps at the back. The outfit I had chosen was a dark blue Jedi uniform, with a black belt and boots, and a pair of black gloves tucked into the belt at my right hip.

I sat down beside her.

"I realised, back at the space port at the academy, when you stopped Tawain from leaving... I couldn't stand between you. His jealous feelings, your fear of losing him, the anger you were both feeling towards each other - though I expect more of his was directed at me than you... I don't want to lose his or your friendship. I felt the anger in him still when I last saw him, and... I may not be able to read his heart, anymore than yours, but that makes me believe he does love you... am I making any sense?"

I coughed, jumping to my feet. That felt wierd, talking like that... a touch of Zen, perhaps? She turned her head and looked at me... well, through me, anyway... and raised an eyebrow. I think she had been as surprised as me by that little speech.

I laughed, grabbed her hands, pulling her up to her feet, and laughed again.

"Look, enough of this doom and gloom, for a while... lets go check out that cantina... unless you think we should go talk to Tawain first, and straighten this whole thing out..."

 

[Lightman]

Tawain

ooc: Ok guys, sorry for over-reacting. Maybe we could just say that Tawain't reaction was slightly less forceful then suggested, and we should be able to continue.
Poohlive, Indika, I certainly don't blame you. Sorry for making you think I did.

Kepic--I realize with horror that I haven't yet complimented you on your ability as a writer. And thanks for helping me with my own plot twist.
I had actully intended the Black Pyramid artifact to be the Fang of Death, but your idea is even better!

ic:

Tawain sat in his quarters, willing, no, forcing down his anger. His head still throbbed. What in the world had posessed him? It had been totally irrational to shout at Ronag like that.
True, it had been festering for some while. It had stocked inside until, in his weariness, had let it out. Maybe it was better that way, at least it was out now.
But Sha'ara will think I hate her, now.
Well, maybe that's not so bad if she doesn't want me.
But this thoughts did not sound very convinced...

[Edited by Lightman on 10-06-2000 at 12:13 PM]

 

[Lightman]

ooc

um, what's wrong? Now I've decided to stay, everybody else runs off?

 

[Renegade]

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[Renegade]

Zen

C-3PO and I walked down the hall as we made our way to the meeting Han and the others were having. "Ready to talk to some of your old buddies 3PO?" I ask the droid who has been very quiet ever since we got to the base for some reason.

C-3PO hesitated then said "Yes... it should be an interesting meeting sir."

The guards at the entrance let us in without any trouble. This troubled me at the lack of security the base had for someone they knew. If I had been a shapeshifter pretending to be Zen, things could have gotten nasty. I put this behind me as the golden droid and I walked into the meeting.

The room was filled with some of the greatest rebel leaders in the history of the rebellion. "Zen! I was wondering where you've been hiding kid!" said the friendly voice of Han Solo who approached me along with his old friends Lando Calrissian and Chewbacca.

Patting Chewbacca on his huge shoulders I ask him "Hey Chewie, how have you been? Haven't seen you for about a year now." The legendary Wookie growls as he pulls me into a hug.

"Hey Chewie, you're going to kill the kid if you hold him any tighter then that!" laughed Han in a playful voice at his friend who let me go from his grip.

"I'm glad to see you too buddy." I tell him as I try to catch my breath.

Lando cut in "Okay you guys I think we better get to the meeting and hold the get together for later. We have found a way to put the Empire to the grave for good."

Before we could do anything else the sound of a laser being fired into the air sent everyone down to the floor. We all turned to see C-3PO holding a laser gun in his shaky hands. "I'm... sorry for this... I can't stop myself from doing this." said C-3PO in a shaky voice.

"3PO! What the hell are you doing!" I yelled as I tried to keep myself from charging the droid on the spot.

"I'm sorry I..." C-3PO stops talking as his eyes sockets turn blood red from his usual yellow light "This has all gone just as planed."

The voice was not C-3PO's voice at all. It was a voice that I knew right away "Nrada! What the hell did you do to 3PO?" C-3PO shoots down the two guardsmen from outside who rush into the room.

He then quickly aims the weapon at us again and continues "You were an idiot to believe that your jedi mind trick worked on me boy. While you left the droid with us to make sure we got the right parts for the Falcon we reprogramed him for this assignment. Compliments of The Emperor and the new Empire."

A cold chill went through my body "You used me to get him here to kill the New Republic leaders."

"That's right young Jedi. It was a pleasure doing business with you." the Hutts vial laugh fills the room as C-3PO aims his weapon at Han Solo and Lando.

"Not like this!" I leap forward with my Sabers and quickly block the lasers fire power with one saber while the other cuts the droid in half on the spot! C-3PO falls to the floor in two pieces as the room quickly fills with guards that check on the leaders of the New Republic.

Looking down at 3PO I tell him "I'm sorry for this old friend. And I want you to know I don't blame you for what happened." C-3PO looked up at me and tried to speak.

"What is it?" I ask while putting my head closer to him. He tells me one word in a weak voice "Run." A low beeping could be heard coming from his chest. Bomb!

Jumping up I yell out to the others "There's a bomb in his body!"

"Everyone out of here now!" yelled Han as everyone tried to pile out but most were to slow to escape as the droids body blew in a huge explosion that destroyed the entire room in a flash of light.

Screams could be heard as I was blown from the blast into a wall that collapsed onto me.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Kepic, I was just wondering, since the beginning you wanted Ganor to loose his powers. You are about to do just that, how does it feel? You will be the one and true Sith leader, and he will be a simple apprentice.... you like it?


Ronag


Another explosion. Why did robots keep exploding and killing great officials. Ronag thought it would be better to stay away from robots for a while, at least until this whole thing was over.
HE ran into the room, smoke coming from the walls. There were bodies sprayed everywhere. He quickly grabbed a wall, using all hi strength (force) he flung it to the other side.
"You all right?"
A fish head responded, "Yeah... get the others."
He quickly snapped back, looking at the rubble. (you know. I told someone about this thread, I said how we left off after the trilogy and killed all of the original characters... she said "no not Chewbacca")
Ronag laid beside the Wookie. There was blood coming from his right arm.
"You ok fella?" The chewie grunted at him.
"I thought Chewbacca's could speak english."
Han got up, from a pile of rubble, "They can, it's just Chewbacca's got a speech impediment."
Ronag shrugged his shoulders, placing his hands on the hurt shoulder.
He stopped the wound from bleeding, he didn't heal it. He couldn't do that, but he stopped it.
Han limped over to him (how many crashes does this man have to go through?) "Is he going to be all right?"
Ronag looked up, "I don't know... watch him close."
He moved over to a hurt woman. Picking up a steel grating from her legs.
"SOMEONE WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!!!" Ronag was surprised no one else was here yet. Something was wrong. What the hell was wrong.
"Is anybody there?" He looked back at the woman. Tears streaming down her face. He could tell she was pregnant.
"Don't worry," he held her hand, bringing her head to his lap. He gently rocked her back and forth.
"Don't worry, everything's going to be all right... all right."

 

[Renegade]

Zen

I slowly pull myself up from the rubble and look around the room at the people who were killed and the others that were about to die at any moment. My head is pounding hard as I hear a voice "Hey are you okay?"

Turning around, I see a man who is helping a pregnant woman up to her feet.

Touching my head I tell him "Yeah I'm okay but who are you?" He looks at me confused "I'm Ronag. Don't you even remember your old buddy?"

Holding my head I tell him in a worried voice "I... don't remember... anything. Do you know who I am?" My head spins as I fall to my knees, my head in my hands as I try to stay awake.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Dude, this is Star Wars, not general hospital...
Well, there have been worse plot twists, like when one guy turned into two.. oh no wait, that was mine, nevermind.
Hey Lightman, sounds good, no pushing, but general anger. I accept that...
Game on...
(garth) Game on...

 

[Renegade]

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[Kepic]

OOC: poohlive, I'm just playing in character. Do you think the Emperor would tolerate having another Sith of his power running around for long? Don't take this as directed from me to you, because it really is nothing personnal, but from the Emperor at Ganor. So, from the view of the Emperor, that he will be the one true Sith leader and Ganor an apprentice again... yes, of course he would like that. Me, I just think it fits the story right. Anyway, when the Emperor does get his just desserts, it'll probably be Ganor and Silver who get to carry on the Sith legacy. I'm not an egotistical power-hungry maniac with delusions of granduer in real life. Honest. Even though I have to admit it's kinda fun playing the role of one.


Farlo

An explosion rocked the base. I had a sudden, unnerving sense of deja-vu.

"No!" Sha'ara shouted, and just for a moment, I thought I saw her eyes focus on something, before she turned and ran out of my room. I didn't hesitate in following her, through the compounds corridor to the source of the explosion...

OOC: I expect Tawain will catch Sha'ara and Farlo all dressed up now... which isn't going to help them explain things, is it? Agh!

 

[Lightman]

Tawain

Tawain rushed out of his cabin as he heard the giant explosion.
Oh no, not again! I knew we shouldn't have trusted that Hutt!
Gripping his lightsabre--just in case--he run towards the site of the explosion.
He repressed a shudder as he saw the burnt corridors...and a few bodies as well.
He stopped dead as he saw Sha'ara and Farlo coming from another direction. He looked at them, all dressed as if...
"Tawain," said Farlo, "Look, this isn't--"
"No time!" yelled Tawain. "That explosion came from the meeting room, we've got to hurry up!"

ooc:
Poohlive, I don't think Kepic just wants to play the boss.
I mean, it's still your character, if you think loosing his skil would be a bad idea for the plot, you can still say the artifact's indestructible or something...

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: No, I am perfectly understandable with the Emporer's willingness to destroy Ganor's powers. I was just wondering how you felt about it is all. I didn't expect you to take it like I was badmouthing you, it's all part of the game...
And Lightman.. I could say it was indestructable a long time ago, and I did think about it. THe problem is, thats too easy. Sometimes the solution needs to be complicated... I can't just make another rule appear so I can keep my power. I mean how would you like it, if I just made two of Sha'ara on for Farlo, and one for Tawain to end this whole triangle thing... It would be a solution yes, but then 31 pages of climactic actions for one half assed solution??? I don't think so. THanks for the advice though

 

[Kepic]

OOC: I6T9, and now C3P0? Better lock R2D2 away somewhere safe... you could fit a good-sized bomb in him... and I don't think R2D2 beeping away as he counted down would attract much attention, either.
poohlive, I wasn't really 100% sure if you were 'badmouthing' me, as you put it - my apologies - but "since you from the beginning wanted Ganor to lose his powers" and "you will be the one and true Sith leader and he just an apprentice" made me think you were connecting the Emperor too heavily to the actual real me. OK, hope we're all friends again. At least, in the OOC sense, lol.

 

[Lightman]

Tawain

Tawain, Farlo, and Sha'ara arrivedin the meeting room and were told what had happened.
Sighing, Tawain sat down on a chair that had somehow survived the explosion.
Zen had lost his memory? THings were getting worse with every minute.
Tawain's eyes suddenly fell on a golden object on the floor.
He picked it up--C3PO's head!
"Hey, guys! 3PO's memory core is still intact. Maybe he could be repaired..."