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Roses are red, Violets are blue, I killed the damn pirates. And so did you. Clan Scholae Palatinae bleeds red. When shot through and through, I shot them once more, When my aim wasn’t true. Bloody snow is bright red, Frozen skin is light blue, I was hacking and slashing, All the day through. My robes are stained red, My crazed eyes shine bright blue What out Palatinaean, I’m coming for you.

You once staired as we fought against a common foe. They where terrified. We where a unstoppable force. We spread carnage and death to those who got in our way. We where unmatched.

But then you left me for for dead You gave into your greed. A great bond was broken A unstoppable force was stopped. How could you?

Now want you dead. I can't wait till my crimsin blade cuts right through you. I'll make you pay when we meet on the battle field. I'll make you know true fear. I'll make you know the pain I felt when you left me to die...

At the heart of red furry base with the sith holocron clipped to my belt, I ran. Crimson lightsaber in one hand, pistol In the other I sliced through anyone who got in my way. To my annoyance, there were a lot who got in my way. But it was no matter. They learned the hard way, watching as the life left their eyes as I ripped through the entire base like a whirling storm of bloodshed. I smiled. The pitiless fools payed for their foolishness. The few who were left made a great deal to stay out od my way, but then they didn't have much room, clan nar sadaw had arrived at the entrance and in-between 2 groups of hostiles, it made getting out alive a lot harder. War broke out, blaster fire crossing through the air as I took to cover. “Come on, not now” I said aloud. I was so close to getting off world with the holocron and then everything goes back to where it was. Not good. I crept outside past the fighting to find my troubles had only just begun. fusion cannons lined the bridge each manned by the red furry pirates, cutting off any way of getting off world. “Drop the holocron and put your hands where I can see them” I turned slightly to find that while i was surveying the scene, I hadn't payed attention to behind me. I regretfully raised my hands as a human male slowly took the holocron from my belt. “And to think you’re the best they have to offer?” I glared angrily. No one made a fool out of me. “Come on, first I’m going to make you dig your own grave, and then I’m going to bury you alive” he said as he handed his pistol in my back. He wasn't as clever as he thought or he would of been more careful. He marched me out to a spot of snow. “Get digging” he laughed as if was some funny joke. I started clawing at the snow, pulling it back making the hole deeper and wider. He'd gotten to near my legs. I swung them around taking them out behind him. He stumbled down into the makeshift grave and I smiled retrieving my prize. I ignited my saber and and smiled. My hands were cold, if they weren't naturally blue, they'd be blue by now. “You were going to kill me, it only seems fair that I do the same to you” I smiled as he tried clearing out. I swung, and his arms fell to the ground soaking blood everywhere. He screamed in agony, and I laughed. “Have fun, I've got some secrets to uncovet” I walked away, his screams of agony sounding out amongst the ruined cities. This had turned into quite a eventful day now all I needed to do was blast out of here. I trudged away from the would be killer and made my way to my old battered converted tie fighter, splashed with a mixture of blue black paint. I hoped in the pilot's seat and throttled the engine and blasted out of there, taking any anti aircraft guns out on my way up. Finally free from mygeeto…

Darknyte waved his hand in a quick motion imbuing his words with the power of the Force. "Your girlfriend is pregnant", he stated.

I am very lucky to have a large family around me on this beautiful farm. If I am quite I can almost hear the children playing, near where I buried them.

It was so dark and cold that day, like someone had turned out the lights in an igloo. The last thing i remember thinking was that it was the middle of a hot summers day as i felt something pierce a hole right through me.

Magik feeds in the night preying upon his enemies like a wolf in sheep's clothing. He reapes from the death of Jedi!

Fresh start Aerwin Tribwell 10057

Rain poured down on the capital city Menat Ombo. It had been rather stormy day and the Jedi Kaira Rohana had been out on a Training run with some very green new recruits. She was tired, cold and very wet by the time she walked into one of her favorite cantina. The place was small, dark and had little going on. In fact there was only two other customers in the whole place. Kaira often came here after long days for this very reason. It was clean and had great food but no one really knew about the place and Kaira was glad for that. Something however happened that Kaira had never expected to happen that day.

In the corner in a small booth sat a young woman who looked lost. Kaira had seen that look so many times on the young Jedi she had trained over the years. There lost in her own world sat a Jedi who had yet to be formally trained. This was a surprise for Kaira knew all the recruits for Odan-Urr always came right to the training halls. Who was she and why had she not reported to Odan-Urr.

Aerwin had come into this cantina looking for work. They had said she could work three days a week as a dish washer in back. Today would be a trial run and she had just sat down to eat a bowl of soup when the door opened. She saw the hooded figure of a woman who looked like she had been out in the storm for hours. The water seem to just pour off her cloak to pool on the floor at her feet.

From behind the bar the owner looked at the woman with a sharp sly smile that hid a lot she was sure. “Kaira, long time no see. How you been girl?”

The way the guy look at Kaira said that they had known each other for a while now. “Busy and I am glad to see you are still doing so well for your self Gourton.” With a robust laugh that echoed off the walls Kaira sat down at the bar.

“Now ain’t that the truth. I was just telling my new dishwasher over there that this planet is way too busy lately and I just might need to pack up and leave.”

“You would do well to think of doing just that Gourton. This are changing and I don’t see it ending well for this planet or the people here. If you have a place to go I would go.”

With this the man looked Kaira up and down with a prying eye for answers. The Jedi gave him no more answers. He just laughed once more. “I will think about this and you might be out a quiet placed.”

“Who is this new dishwasher?” Gourton then pointed to Aerwin.

The Odan-Urr Jedi stood once more then turned and walked to the table that Aerwin sat at. “May I join you?” She asked in a very gentaly voice that rang with command.

“You may but there is no need to use the force to make me do it. Yes I know all about the force and the Jedi.” The way Aewrin said that made Kaira pause for a moment.

“I feel that you are more then what I see in front of me. Share your story with me young one. Maybe just maybe you won’t need to wash dishes here.”

Something in the body language of Kaira told Aerwin that she could share anything and the woman would keep her secrets. Over the next hour Aewrin shared her past history and only once did Kaira stop her. It was at the end of her story about her sister’s death. Kaira felt the sorrow that the woman felt over this event. If she did not forgive herself she would at some point be drawn to the dark side but if she knew how to protect against that she would become a great Jedi someday.

“Well Aerwin, I wish to train you but not in a way you think. You will come to my small home. There you will take care of my young child. In return I will train you as a Jedi. No one will know about you or the child but me. She will need extra care do to the fact that she is a Jedi as well. Will you do this?”

Aerwin sat back and closed her eyes. This was a lot to think about it would change her life forever. In the next moment she could have a new life one where she could protect and sever rather than be unsure if she would cause the death of someone else. “I will.”

That was when Aerwin became who she is today. She trained and learned all she could from Kaira. It was a quiet time with little trouble for Aerwin. This was the begin for Aerwin but the end for Kaira. Soon Aerwin was where Kaira was but Kaira was gone this was where it started with a simple storm and a need for good food.

The one fear every creature has, is fear of the dark, whether of the darkness within or the darkness around them. For I am the darkness, in every shadow, even if you try to hide in the light, I will find you, and I will get you.

This whole damn day had been kriffing madness. For every time that he thought the Clan was able to gain ground against their betrayers, the Palatinae had pushed them back. Each rumor of artifacts to be recovered had been followed but more often than not his team has been beaten to the punch.

He appreciated the efforts of the Stormwinds, Raistlin and Darkhawk but he wanted a little something more. He wanted to bring something home for his team or barring that he wanted something he could bring home. He was sure that he was making his team nervous walking so deep into the midst of battle The Force had led them here, it would lead him home if he only had faith.

Crouching down, the Corellian planted a hand down so he could slip down to one knee. With much of the base in ruins, some pieces had been pinned in between bits of fallen ceiling and broken debris. Most of the pieces discovered had been damaged or utterly broken. The odds were not in his favor. As he examined a gap in the wall, he took a breath. Trying to surpress a feeling of dread, he poked his head into the gap. A number of structures had collapsed under their own weight after sustaining damage. Every attempt was a gamble.

At first, he saw nothing within the opening. However as his eyes adjusted , the man saw a dim patch of light reflecting off an object. It was an ornate looking gauntlet.

Zachary imagined tracing a finger along the gauntlet for a moment. Even from this distance, he could sense the power exuding from it. Each step brought him closer. While the pirates routed and his comrades fought off the Palatinae he would just simply swoop in and grab it.

With it he would sweep aside the darkness from his dreams, push back the betrayers and finally prove his worth to Sonjie. It was only a small step along a long path. Reaching out, he imagined the sensation of the cold surface brushing against his skin as he coaxed it upward through the Force. Slowly the object floated toward his open hands.

Suddenly, the gauntlet came to a dead stop. Stretching out in the Force, O’Maille imagined closing his fingers around it, and pulled his hand back hard. The glove jerked in the air toward him slightly, but as soon as he relaxed, it began to float sideways.

As he did so, he heard something whistle through the air. Twisting his body, he saw something small and short fly just past him, clattering against the wall beside him. His concentration on the gauntlet was broken. The glove shot into a shadowed spot off to his right, where a barely visible figure was crouched.

“Who is there?” The question was harsh, the Savant’s voice laced with barely-contained anger. His eyes darted back and forth wildly. As his pupils focused, they came to rest upon the figure of the Zeltron as she palmed the gauntlet. He felt his heart flutter for the briefest of moments, as she was every bit as lovely as many others of her species. He quashed the response very quickly, however.

Instead, he ignited his lightsaber with a crackle. He raised the weapon to a point parallel to the ground and level with his chest, pointing it at the woman. “Identify yourself immediately or I will be forced to deal with you like I would any Palatinae or pirate scum.” The Corellian’s tone was low, and he hoped came across menacing.

“Is this what I get for letting Lilith go- threats and menacing?” The Zeltron raised her lightsaber and ignited it, casting a red light in contrast with the green light cast by her opponent's lightsaber.

“So you are Blade?” Zachary drew back his lightsaber slightly, shifting his stance so his weight was leaned forward on his left foot. “I have read a little about you after your wretched lot tried to kill ours.” The man rolled his shoulders back as he spoke. “I will try to end things quickly and be on my way.”

Mactire stood in shock as the greatest artifact in the force was just taken from him. Moments before the relic from the past was taken from his hands all seemed normal. The relic was secured in the middle of the room. Only a small force field had been around it protecting the contents of what many thought was just a simple relic of the past. Though only Force Users knew what it really was, and the secret on which it could possibly contain.

The air was calm and stilled as the Human slowly reached out with the Force tracing the minds of everyone around him. This was meant to be a quick job for the Clan. Casualties were normally part of every plan that came to him. This time though being on a planet where there were more civilians and less military forces, other solutions were quite optional. Many of the people walking around him saw his quiver and pointed and gawked at him. Thinking he was a relic of the past himself or just a primitive from one of the far outer planets that got taken away and sold into slavery. Their minds and expressions were so easy to read as his cloak enveloped him.

Making his way slowly to the guard station where two Echani were standing next to each other, wearing the local security uniforms. They were easy to spot as was almost their entire species. They looked exactly alike. From the tips of their defiant crimson hair, their deep sea blue eyes, and the purple coloring across their lips. Also when he probed their minds, he saw images of others like them playing someplace far away from here. In the museum.

As Mactire made his way ever more slowly to his grand prize, the sense of danger loomed over him. All of a sudden there was an immense terror that seemed to grasp him and everyone around him. As he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the figure of his fear appeared before him. His dead wife was walking towards him. Slowly stretching out her arms.

Mactire shook his head lightly and focused calming down. The image of his wife vanished and before him was a Cathar. His black fur, green eyes and the way his hair was pulled back, made his appearance one of elegance. His clothing matched his appearance other than his cybernetic right arm.

A cold smile crossed the Cathar’s lips. “Ah this is what I’ve been searching for. And one guard left? Hmmm I must be losing my touch. Alas you will have to die now.”

Drawing his Amethyst saber the Cathar hissed and threw it towards the Human.

Mactire ducked and rolled to the left side. As the blade came back towards its owner, he did a cartwheel to the side using his bow as a point of leverage, having it get sliced cleanly in half by the blade.

“Curse you. That was my favorite bow.” Mactire hissed slowly turning to the Cathar. Anger slowly seeped into him, as he took off his cloak revealing his Peacemaker armor, and his Rancor Claw bracers.

“I am Knight Mactire. Leader of Sapphire Squad, and you are dead.” Mactire snarled racing towards his opponent

The Cathar laughed watching the Human run thinking that it was going to be a easy fight that would end quickly. He watched his opponent move quickly and then leapt into the air. Drawing his saber he thrust it at the Human, only to miss.

Mactire twisted at the last second upon seeing the Cathar move his saber. He got lucky this one time he knew it.. Mactire landed on his feet to the far side of the room with his right hand on the ground and his lightsaber in the other. Panting hard. What he just did took a lot out of him, and he knew more would have to be given for in order to complete his mission.

The hiss of his green saber could be heard across the room as the Cathar looked at his prey. This man, this Human had managed to escape him once. He would have to press onward hard if he wanted to catch him, and end up with the relic.

Mactire lunged at the Cathar, leaping into the air and spinning at an angle towards his opponent. This would be his only time to strike, or so he thought. A blast of electricity hit him hard sending him flying against the room. Losing a grip on his saber as he tried to brace his landing, and failing to do so.

Pain radiated throughout his entire body. Each muscle felt like it was on fire in its own way. Screaming was the only thing Mactire could do as he tried to push himself up, but unable to.

The Cathar walked over to the relic and took it, walking away. “You failed your mission. I succeeded in mine. Pathetic.”

“How did you know my mission?” Mactire stumbled saying. Finally slowly pushing himself up, only to stagger from side to side to keep his balance, that was going to be nearly impossible.

“Oh well since I’m going to kill you. My Clan want’s to kill you and stop you from everything. Your Clan is in our way.” He said with intense malice in his voice.

Mactire growled deeply, focusing as much as he could and charged towards his prey. As another thrown lightsaber came at him. He slid under it and leapt back up kicking the Cathar with much force behind it as possible in the chest. Knocking him down hard against the floor.

The Cathar gasped for breath. Mactire concentrated on the Force and lifted the fallen opponent into the air as high as he could and slammed him down again with as much as much power as he could.

The Cathar seemed to be unconscious as Mactire picked up the relic and started to slowly walk away. The Cathar’s eyes snapped open, as he stood up looking and panting heavily at his enemy now with his back turned. He focused all his energy into one final attack.

Lighting struck Mactire hard in the back, forcing him to drop the relic, making him drop to his knees.

“ Ah there we go. You should have made sure I was dead. Pathetic that you never checked.” The Cathar said panting heavily as he picked up the relic and kicked the Human hard in the ribs, breaking a few of them.

Mactire moaned in pain as the Cathar kept kicking him repeatedly in the same spot, breaking a few of his ribs.

As the next kick came Mactire used his bracers to block. The blades went into the Cathars shin and Mactire pulled down, and rolled out of the way, gasping heavily.

Standing up slowly Mactire started to concentrate as best he could and start to heal his wounds enough to get out of the area. The Cathar was screaming and looking at Mactire with intense hatred.

Mactire stopped and started to slowly walk out of the area, feeling that he could make it.

“I’ll get you Human, and when I do I’ll flay your skin off of you while you’re alive!!!” The Cathar screamed as Mactire went out of the building and headed to the spaceport.

Knowing that he would have to report that he lost the relic, wasn’t going to go well. But knowing that something greater was on the way, would that be worth the sacrifice he made? Only time could tell.

Thunder, lightning, heavy wind,... but nothing compared to the screams in the distance. Suddenly there's nothing left, but silence.

The shadows embraced his prey with velvet darkness. His laughter was the last thing that tickled her mind.

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