Story: Pinocchio

An old woodcarver
Once made a wooden puppet
Name: Pinocchio.

One day brought to life
By a fairy to become
A real boy, real soon.

When he proves to be
brave, truthful, and unselfish
His dream has come true.

You embosom me,
Nothing can hurt me no more,
Safety you bring me.

When blasters target
my person, that is fragile,
I trust my armor.

We've all heard the stories of her, but her name must forever remain unspoken. There she stood, the High Priestess of Hell. They tell that to know her is to suffer the full tortures of Hell for eternity. She spoke to me, whispered, to look into her eyes. And as I did so, I saw the underworld ocean, black, under a sunless sky, with fumes rising from the surface were no water vapour; instead they curled and eddied with a silvery-white luminescence. Whisps danced closer. In her eyes, a fire that didn't consume, it just kept on licking coldly.

##### On board of Ranarr's VT-49 Decimator

*"Yes Consul, I'm closing on him as we speak."*

Through his comlink Ranarr is in contact with Master Dek Sabbat, the newly appointed Consul of Tarentum, who gave him the order to track down and bring back (dead or alive) a traitor to the Clan.

*"Make sure you get the job done my friend,"* Dek said, just before they lost connection.

The signal of the comlink was jammed, *"Damn, what's this?!"* Seconds later his radar shut down as well. As Ranarr looked through his left window, he noticed a small ship closing in. Through the radio came an unknown voice: *"Greetings."*

*"Who is this?
"The name is Fett and I'm curious, who are you?"
"Ranarr Kul, and I'd like you to stop jamming my equipment"
"I'm afraid I can't do that Ranarr Kul. I have you on my radar for a while now and it seems like you keep getting in my way..."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You are hunting my bounty, mister Kul."
"So, you're a bountyhunter huh."
"No, mister Kul, I'm THE bountyhunter. I'd like you to turn around and let me do my job, without you getting hurt."*

Before Ranarr could even response to that last message, the stranger flew of at high speed. It seemed like his radar was working again and his comlink... *"Yes!"* was on again to.

*"Consul, we might have a problem here..."
"Stay focused Ranarr."*

Two hunters stalking the same prey, and neither was backing of. That the best Mercenary may get the job done.

I'm the one who gets the job done.

I see and feel them
turn in to something else.
Now fear takes over.

Evil surrounds me,
Fear nurtures my power.
We must keep fighting.

The heat is rising,
The odds are turning,
While they turn in to them,
I'll be no longer me,
Possessed by pure evil.

Just keep a firm grip
and feel the Saber become
a part of yourself.

An extension of
your power as you move with
guidance of the Force.

I know you feel it.
Darkness, let it take over...
Let The Force guide you!

I see it in you.
Do not fight it anymore...
The Force runs through you!

Major Ranarr (Itshim) Kul, 21, born in Kuzil on Planet Cathar, died in battle on Sunday, October 23th, on Antei. This young and eager Cathar, often stubborn and touchy, shall always be remembered for his devotion and loyalty to Clan Tarentum and its members. Founder of the Order of the Trident, current Rollmaster of Tarentum and active member of battleteam Grey Wolf. Although not leaving behind an actual family, he'll surely be missed by his 'Tarentum family'.