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Post by Foley on Oct 14, 2009 21:36:36 GMT -5
Long trips through hyperspace can be the most boring event in the know galaxy. It's worse if one is in a small or one-man spacecraft. The individual in question is confined in a tight space, often remaining sitting in the same position for hours, even days at a stretch depending on the jump destination and just what kind of engines the person has. Add to this the fact that the person is blind, deaf and dumb to anything that happens while he or she is in transit with no one to talk to and nothing to do. That's why most pilots make smaller jumps to lessen the time in hyperspace instead of just jumping from point a to point b if the points are on far sides of known space.
But if the pilot had reasons to avoid contact with others then he or she would risk going mad with boredom in order to make day-long trips faster-then-light. Daxjad Curzon had more then enough reason to stir clear of Imperial ships and Empire held planets as much as possible. He was one of the few Jedi that managed to escape the massacre that befell the order once Palpatine rose to power as Emperor. He was one of the few Force-users in the known galaxy that lived in fear of one that was formerly one of them, the Emperor's hand Darth Vadar.
His small ship's computer began beeping to inform him that Curzon was about to revert back to normal space in the star system of his entended destination. Once out of hyperspace, Curzon activated his thrusters to send his ship in the direction of a small, brown-green planet. Once Vadar had begun hunting down the free Jedi, Curzon was quite happy to remain firmly hidden on the remote primative world on the Outer Rim, but fate and the Force seemed to have conspired against him sending him hurtling down a path he was certain he did not wish to go.
Yet another reason for him to scowl and curse the day he met the individual that sent him the message to come here.
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Post by Fire Star on Oct 19, 2009 6:47:05 GMT -5
"Our Jedi is coming in," Shina Archcken said as she scanned the control panel. "Hope he is for real this time," She said as she touched her blaster strapped to her leg. "We can not afford another impostor."
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Post by dc on Oct 21, 2009 2:26:43 GMT -5
Sensing he was near Darth Vader strtched out his feelings further to try to pin point his location. "The outer rim" Is all he said as he began preperations to leave for his battle .
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Post by Foley on Oct 21, 2009 20:22:58 GMT -5
Curzon tucked his lightsabre in the hidden pocket of his smuggler's get up before lowering the hatch of his small craft. He was there because someone wanted a Jedi but he saw no reason to advertise the fact that he was one without need, no telling who might see him and sell him out to the Empire. He adjusted the twin blasters that hung on his hips, they completed his disguise and gave him a few added advantages in a fight. Once the hatch touched the hanger bay's deckplates,Curzon saw what the Force had told him was waiting for him.
"Message didn't say anything about a welcoming commitee," he said calmly, "Funny way to ask for help by killing the one who came to help. Of course," he added eyeing each and every one of them, "that's assuming you wanted help and aren't planning on selling me out."
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Post by Fire Star on Oct 21, 2009 21:53:38 GMT -5
Shina pushed her way through the mass of cargo hands and hired help who came to eye the stranger.
"It was me," She said as she made her way toward him. "And yes it is necessary to kill when the so called help that shows turned out to be sent by the Empire. This is one of the few planets Vader's shadow does not cover. And we'd like to keep it that way."
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Post by dc on Oct 21, 2009 23:14:19 GMT -5
It had been a while since Vader flew his custom tie-fighter, He was consumed with finding Curzon. He knew the force was strong with him and he also knew he had to kill him before he could damage to the empire.
Scanning his sensors he picked up on a faint distant signal. "Ah, there you are." He said in a gleeful tone as he headed for the fugitive Jedi.
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Post by Foley on Oct 22, 2009 22:26:38 GMT -5
"You sent for me, remembe? I have no love for the Empire and avoiding that butcher of the Jedi Order was exactly what I was doing," Curzon said evenly, meeting her hard stare with one of his own, "The place were your message finally found me was keeping me hidden within the Force preventing the Dark Lord from finding me. So you better really need my help and tell me as we get a move on or we are both going to have very large, deadly, and decidely dark problem on our hands."
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Post by Fire Star on Oct 25, 2009 17:26:18 GMT -5
"I thought Jedi were claim and peaceful?" She replied. "A little on edge. Don't worry you'll fit in with the rest of us here. Come I'll show you around as we talk." Holding her hand out toward the large cargo door.
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Post by dc on Oct 25, 2009 19:19:44 GMT -5
Finally honing in on his prey, Vader knew he would catch hell from the Emperor for leaving without backup.
The one thing Palpatine didn't understand about the Jedi was honor. Vader had to face Curzon and face him alone.
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Post by Foley on Oct 30, 2009 0:36:41 GMT -5
"My apologies," Curzon replied letting the young woman start the decicredit tour, "Six months since the fall of the Temple has done little to help the wound to the mind heal."
For the briefest of moments, Curzon paused and let the Force full through him. He caught a feint snippit of the darkside but it was getting larger at a slight pace. What ever the disturbace was, it was going to upon him in the better part of the day. He noticed two of the ragtag bunch looking at him closely as if they knew what was on his mind. He looked back at them and gave them a wan smile, "Slight headache, I tend to use minimum lifesupport when I fly alone."
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Post by Fire Star on Oct 30, 2009 21:20:27 GMT -5
"Sorry for your sadness." She said bring the conversation back to her. "Many of ours were given to the Jedi for training. This planet died that day."
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Post by Foley on Nov 9, 2009 0:04:06 GMT -5
"There are times to grieve, but now isnt one of them," Curzon said softly, "How can I help you, now that we are certain I am who you think I am?"
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Post by Fire Star on Nov 9, 2009 7:46:32 GMT -5
"We received a message from the Jedi temple just before it's destruction. It was from Master Ammerha and for Jedi eyes only."
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Post by Foley on Nov 15, 2009 18:31:44 GMT -5
Outwardly, Curzon betrayed not even the most minute hint of emotion or reaction to the name he just heard. Inwardly he was swearing nearly every single cuss word he knew in several languages. Ammerha was something of a rebel Jedi. She had a talent for ignoring what the Council would say or order and do her own thing more often then not. It was, for the most part, overlooked by the senior most members of the Council because her results were always often better then expectations. It was said that Ammerha was connected to the Force in such a way that went beyond the understanding of any amoung the Jedi, Yoda included. It was trying to ask Ammerha as to the whys and wherefores to her whats and hows that one tended to succumb to the strong desire to take a lightsabre to her head. Curzon's own dealings with the strange speaking human always ended in his strong desire to beat his head against a permacrete wall. What made it worse was that she was his cousin.
"Master Ammerha went off on one of her self-appointed jaunts just before the Battle of Genosis and no one had heard from her since," he said finally and softly, "You're sure it was from her and came from the Temple?"
He motioned that they should go further into the station and out of plain sight while he waited for the answer to his question. Moving also gave him a chance to process the fact that his cousin was not only still alive but was last heard from deepinside Empire held terrotory.
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Post by Fire Star on Nov 15, 2009 19:07:06 GMT -5
"See for yourself," She said as she lead the Jedi into a small communications room. After entering something into the control panel. The message began to play.
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