Open Terrain

Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:10 pm by Zane Shadolen

*Within his clouded mind, Zane worked hard to shake himself of his unconscious state. He could feel the tremors in the Force, the urge to ready himself against the coming storm. Yet, his body kept him from rejoining the conscious world. So much effort to prepare them for their descent, and all it afforded him was the deep darkness behind his eyelids. It was discomforting, to say the least.**Just then, however, the young Padawan felt the pull from another direction. A small, unassuming voice begins to creep its way into his thoughts...*

Will Son'tir wrote:*He strides to the younger jedi, and grabs him by the chin and shakes his head a bit. Zane's dark auburn head glistens seamlessly with sweat and blood matting his already disorganized mop of a head.* IC: Hey, kid. Wake up. Nap time is over! Gotta a galaxy to save and everything. The temp outside is fantastic, you never have to use a freezer or nothing; time to suit up. *Will being Will, sarcastic and gruff; true to Corellia and Mandalore alike, he means only to joke and toughen his apprentice. He will not move him until the true extent of his wounds have been assessed by the time Zane gains consciousness.*

*The jolt from his Master was - at first - not enough. Then, the adrenaline within his body began to course again, forcing his mind to jolt him out of his dreamless sleep. The young Learner's eyes shot open, his pupils dilating and adjusting to the light as he took a deep gasp of air. The crimson pools darted back and forth for a moment as he attempted to throw his body upward into a seated position, shouting as he awoke--*

"What in Ashla's screaming-huge ti--AAGH!" *His hand shot down to his side as his face contorted with pain.* "...My ribs...and my shoulder, geez!"

*He took several shallow breaths before realizing what was taking place. Son'tir was there, knelt beside him, and Zane had been out for -- how long?*

Zuli Madoon wrote:"Looks like the locals have sen' us a welcomin' committee Cap'n!" *Troyj's voice came through slightly crackly over the Comm..*

*...Oh...that long...*

*Zane attempted to center himself as he sat there, still holding his injured side. He could feel the distortion within the Force around the affected area. It was as though the currents were rippling around his rib-cage, showing him how deeply he was injured. Zane pressed gently against the tender area, immediately-sensing a thoroughly-bruised rib (if it wasn't bruised, then broken). Looking over at his Master through one opened eye, he tried to figure out "when" he was...*

"I must've been out for - what - twenty minutes? How much time do we ha--"

*It was then that he felt the tell-tale shudder of the AT-AT's massive steps. The entire time, the Sith had been soldiering on; and Zane had been passed out on the floor? Fierfek...seemed as though - for all his training - he still had plenty of ways to screw things up.*

"Oh...that much..." *He paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Looking back to Will, he began formulating some of his thoughts.* "Master -- we've got to - I've got to - try and get our systems back up and running. There's gotta be something I haven't tried yet..."

*He attempted to rock himself forward, getting his feet beneath him, but only ended up right back down on the floor. His entire body felt a shockwave of pain shudder through it, and he let out a short yelp in anguish as he continued to grip his side...*

Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:57 am by Will Son'tir

*Jedi Master Will Son'tir watched with mock aloofness as his padawan struggle with his thoughts, his words, and with his footing. Will had seen enough when Zane fell back the last time.*

IC: Alright, calm down, kid. Lets see what we can do here.

*Without allowing his apprentice respond, Will took a strong hand to steadying Zane's descent back to the bulkhead. Once Zane was firmly back in an upright-seated position, Master Son'tir took his other hand and placed it on the younger jedi's chest and closed his eyes. Feeling the life flow around the padawan, the ancient jedi incognito in the adjacent compartment; the Living Force in the minute organisms-- and even in the frigid air of Abyssissa and the lives of infantry uproaching. Will draws on these energies, as well as his own, and channeled it through to his hands and through to Shadolen's core; guiding the energy to the young jedi's shoulder and to his ribs. The energy can be felt permeating healing vibes and alleviating Zane's pain.*

*When Master Son'tir felt content in Zane's stability, he reminds Shadolen of their priorities.*

IC: Alright, Shadolen. Calm down, focus and think. What is our mission? Its not to leave, its to investigate. You did a good job, kid. We are alive and on the surface; now we are being sent a welcoming committee. We couldn't have asked for a better situation if we were on a diplomatic mission. *Will's piercing blue eyes met the deep crimson of Zane's eyes-- with a wink. With a clap on the recently healed shoulder.*

IC: Lets go see if that 'Troyj' has found us some gear; its time to suit up.*With that, Will stood up from the kneeling position that he was in and extended a hand for his padawan to take in assistance. .*

Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:54 am by Zuli Madoon

Will Son'tir wrote:*Jedi Master Will Son'tir watched with mock aloofness as his padawan struggle with his thoughts, his words, and with his footing. Will had seen enough when Zane fell back the last time.*

IC: Alright, calm down, kid. Lets see what we can do here.

*Without allowing his apprentice respond, Will took a strong hand to steadying Zane's descent back to the bulkhead. Once Zane was firmly back in an upright-seated position, Master Son'tir took his other hand and placed it on the younger jedi's chest and closed his eyes. Feeling the life flow around the padawan, the ancient jedi incognito in the adjacent compartment; the Living Force in the minute organisms-- and even in the frigid air of Abyssissa and the lives of infantry uproaching. Will draws on these energies, as well as his own, and channeled it through to his hands and through to Shadolen's core; guiding the energy to the young jedi's shoulder and to his ribs. The energy can be felt permeating healing vibes and alleviating Zane's pain.*

*When Master Son'tir felt content in Zane's stability, he reminds Shadolen of their priorities.*

IC: Alright, Shadolen. Calm down, focus and think. What is our mission? Its not to leave, its to investigate. You did a good job, kid. We are alive and on the surface; now we are being sent a welcoming committee. We couldn't have asked for a better situation if we were on a diplomatic mission. *Will's piercing blue eyes met the deep crimson of Zane's eyes-- with a wink. With a clap on the recently healed shoulder.*

IC: Lets go see if that 'Troyj' has found us some gear; its time to suit up.*With that, Will stood up from the kneeling position that he was in and extended a hand for his padawan to take in assistance. .*

*Troyj had moved to the cockpit whilst Will tended to Zane. He had carried through the gear he'd collected and was stood by the sensor screen. It flickered half-heartedly, as it struggled to display what was going outside. The harsh reaction the ship had to the Empion mine had damaged the screen, but it was still able to show enough to Troyj to let him know what to expect. An AT-AT was closing in fast, 10mins away at the most..

Troyj leant over to the internal Comm Unit once again and called out to his companions..*

"I got good news an' bad news Cap'n. Good news is I found some survival gear and it looks like the locals are near by.. The bad news is there's only 2 sets of gear.. And the locals are nearby.." *Troyj chuckled at his little joke..* "Looks like I'm gonna be getting mighty cold in a bit.."

Sun Feb 05, 2012 6:09 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*The hardened Ice crunched, snapped and crackled as the massive AT-AT pounded the surface with each footstep until arriving to the crash site, the command crew in the head of the walker confirmed minimal power in the ship, gunners took aim on the downed ship just in case, stopping about thirty meters away, the head moved and looked down at the vessel.

In the back the two Glory-Class DarkTroopers were ready for contact, A man sized hatch door opened and the two Droids jumped to the surface with a dull thud, they moved towards the ship, KX-88z Disruptor Blaster Rifle up and sensors scanning the area as they approached.

Arriving to the cargo entrance, one droid bangs on the hull plating of the door.*

Brang! Brang!

=NOE Glory-Class DarkTrooper #A-973C=

*Robotic Tones, Synthesized.* :: Open Up!!! ::

*They both step back and one comm's the NOE Shadow Guard, who in turn orders the other ten NOE StormTroopers out the hatch, they repel out to the surface and move to support the DarkTroopers. Moving to surround the nearly forty meter ship.*

*The NOE Shadow Guard watches from the hatch door at the scene unfolding, he updates Protector Statham.*

Meanwhile

*Protector Statham's senses tell him to stay sharp and be mindful as he is updated by the Shadow Guard via encrypted comlink, he reaches for the darkside to give him clarity in his thoughts as he just can't seem to dismiss the lightside presence he felt earlier, he would use caution.*

Fri Feb 10, 2012 11:01 pm by Zane Shadolen

Will Son'tir wrote:*Jedi Master Will Son'tir watched with mock aloofness as his padawan struggle with his thoughts, his words, and with his footing. Will had seen enough when Zane fell back the last time.*

IC: Alright, calm down, kid. Lets see what we can do here.

*Without allowing his apprentice respond, Will took a strong hand to steadying Zane's descent back to the bulkhead. Once Zane was firmly back in an upright-seated position, Master Son'tir took his other hand and placed it on the younger jedi's chest and closed his eyes. Feeling the life flow around the padawan, the ancient jedi incognito in the adjacent compartment; the Living Force in the minute organisms-- and even in the frigid air of Abyssissa and the lives of infantry uproaching. Will draws on these energies, as well as his own, and channeled it through to his hands and through to Shadolen's core; guiding the energy to the young jedi's shoulder and to his ribs. The energy can be felt permeating healing vibes and alleviating Zane's pain.*

*When Master Son'tir felt content in Zane's stability, he reminds Shadolen of their priorities.*

IC: Alright, Shadolen. Calm down, focus and think. What is our mission? Its not to leave, its to investigate. You did a good job, kid. We are alive and on the surface; now we are being sent a welcoming committee. We couldn't have asked for a better situation if we were on a diplomatic mission. *Will's piercing blue eyes met the deep crimson of Zane's eyes-- with a wink. With a clap on the recently healed shoulder.*

IC: Lets go see if that 'Troyj' has found us some gear; its time to suit up.*With that, Will stood up from the kneeling position that he was in and extended a hand for his padawan to take in assistance. .*

*The sensation of the healing energies that washed over him was a welcome boon to his aching body. He winced at first as his body began molding itself back together; feeling his shoulder as it healed was as much akin to relocating it as the painful act itself. As it popped back into socket, Zane let out a soft cry of pain. All of it was short-lived, though, as the continued healing that his Master was employing continued to do its job. Zane helped the process out as much as he could by adding his own Rejuvenation power to the mix. As his Master finished up with the healing, he listened to Will's words-of-wisdom.**Attempting to flex his shoulder, he rolled his arm around in the rotator-cuff. Will mentioned that they "were on a diplomatic mission", and that reminded Zane that they needed to re-establish their cover. That meant finishing up the mods to the navigation computer, which Zane soon found was the next necessary step in their plan.*

Zuli Madoon wrote:*Troyj leant over to the internal Comm Unit once again and called out to his companions..*

"I got good news an' bad news Cap'n. Good news is I found some survival gear and it looks like the locals are near by.. The bad news is there's only 2 sets of gear.. And the locals are nearby.." *Troyj chuckled at his little joke..* "Looks like I'm gonna be getting mighty cold in a bit.."

*Zane quickly looked back up to his Master as the voice cut off from the comm.*

"What? Master - no...he can't just walk out there in this weather! I don't care what kinda skin-shifter he is--he'll freeze to death!"

*Zane rocked up to his feet, already feeling the Rejuvenation doing much of its job. He almost felt more refreshed than when he'd started out on this journey. Walking over to the comm - since his own headpiece had been seemingly lost in the crash - he tapped the key to open that channel.*

"Troyj...there's no way I'm gonna let you freeze like that! I'll try and make some excuse or something, say that I'm sticking back to work on the ship. You guys can go and collect the information, and I'll arrive as backup if things get too rough. Either that, or...I dunno! There's just gotta be another way!"

*Just then, Zane heard the soft clanging of metal-on-metal far down the corridor.*

Innon'Ruuk wrote:*The hardened Ice crunched, snapped and crackled as the massive AT-AT pounded the surface with each footstep until arriving to the crash site, the command crew in the head of the walker confirmed minimal power in the ship, gunners took aim on the downed ship just in case, stopping about thirty meters away, the head moved and looked down at the vessel.

In the back the two Glory-Class DarkTroopers were ready for contact, A man sized hatch door opened and the two Droids jumped to the surface with a dull thud, they moved towards the ship, KX-88z Disruptor Blaster Rifle up and sensors scanning the area as they approached.

Arriving to the cargo entrance, one droid bangs on the hull plating of the door.*

Brang! Brang!

=NOE Glory-Class DarkTrooper #A-973C=

*Robotic Tones, Synthesized.* :: Open Up!!! ::

*They both step back and one comm's the NOE Shadow Guard, who in turn orders the other ten NOE StormTroopers out the hatch, they repel out to the surface and move to support the DarkTroopers. Moving to surround the nearly forty meter ship.*

*The NOE Shadow Guard watches from the hatch door at the scene unfolding, he updates Protector Statham.*

Meanwhile

*Protector Statham's senses tell him to stay sharp and be mindful as he is updated by the Shadow Guard via encrypted comlink, he reaches for the darkside to give him clarity in his thoughts as he just can't seem to dismiss the lightside presence he felt earlier, he would use caution.*

*The twenty-plus-year-old Padawan suddenly felt his heart drop. He hadn't even been paying attention long enough to what was going on around him that he had failed to notice the lack of something ominous going on in the background. Namely, the tell-tale shudderings of the AT-AT walker being absent from their conversations. Several things came to mind, though...one, the nav-comp was now his highest priority; two, he needed to get prepped for a possible altercation; three, his Master was likely to start going into full-soldier-mode any moment now; and four, he was still without a plan for Master Zuli. What Zane was failing to notice was that he was the Learner here, and every plan or decision didn't nearly rest on him. The fact had thus far eluded him, mainly because he had always been responsible - up to this point - for every action he had undertaken. Being a wandering nomad across the galaxy for several years, any decision he'd had to make was entirely his own; and that attitude he had developed from those years of always needing to have a contingency plan for every little thing had stuck with him. Sometimes, it worked to his benefit. Now, however, he could likely do with some good old fashioned following, rather than attempting to lead.**It did not, however, stop him from heading toward the doorway leading back to the stairwell (and the bridge area).*

"Master, I've got to get back up to the bridge. The nav-comp needs that code-cylinder I cooked up, and we've still gotta figure out how to stretch two suits into three..."

*He kept moving towards the exit, approaching Son'tir on his way through...*

Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:51 pm by Will Son'tir

*His apprentice takes the healing and frantically making decisions about the situation, Will's eyes grow hardened at the younger jedi's decisions. Decisiveness is a trait Master Son'tir often admired, but at the expense of the mission. As Zane tried to pass his Master to get to the cockpit, Will reached out and firmly grabbed his padawan at the shoulder, haulting his progress away from him.*

IC: There is no time for that, kid. We have company at the door and it would be rude to keep them waiting. We will report to 'Troyj' and put on the winter gear. He is much older and wiser then you and also a lot tougher then he looks now.

*Will releases the apprentice and moves towards an external intercom to address the troopers outside.*

:: Just a sec, boys. We need to weatherize and. . . tidy up; it's a complete mess in here. Could you give us just five minutes? Thanks so much :: *Will cuts the transmission short before the trooper can answer and continues to address his Apprentice.*

IC: And if you think these guys, *Will jabs a thumb towards the intercom he used.*IC: are going to allow you to stay with the ship, you gotta another thing coming, kid. Now *Will converts the jabbing thumb into a commanding finger towards the compartment where Troyj is occupying.*IC: Lets suit up.

*Master Son'tir moves swiftly from the back compartment where he found his unconscious apprentice to where Troyj found the supplies. Will spots a set of winterizing clothing similar to that which the Rebellion assigned there personnel on Hoth during the Galactic Civil War. Will quickly begins to slip snow pants over his trousers and the large hulking insulated jacket with fur lining; matching set of tight and flexible gloves and protective goggles and ace mask. . .*

IC: Alrighty, Troyj. What's the game plan, you better have a good cover story cooked up for us. You know, you are supposed to single handedly complete this mission while I took the kid sight seeing and all. *Will winked at the much older jedi master and awaited his response; ever mindful of the company waiting outside.*

Tue Feb 14, 2012 11:49 am by Zuli Madoon

Will Son'tir wrote:*His apprentice takes the healing and frantically making decisions about the situation, Will's eyes grow hardened at the younger jedi's decisions. Decisiveness is a trait Master Son'tir often admired, but at the expense of the mission. As Zane tried to pass his Master to get to the cockpit, Will reached out and firmly grabbed his padawan at the shoulder, haulting his progress away from him.*

IC: There is no time for that, kid. We have company at the door and it would be rude to keep them waiting. We will report to 'Troyj' and put on the winter gear. He is much older and wiser then you and also a lot tougher then he looks now.

*Will releases the apprentice and moves towards an external intercom to address the troopers outside.*

:: Just a sec, boys. We need to weatherize and. . . tidy up; it's a complete mess in here. Could you give us just five minutes? Thanks so much :: *Will cuts the transmission short before the trooper can answer and continues to address his Apprentice.*

IC: And if you think these guys, *Will jabs a thumb towards the intercom he used.*IC: are going to allow you to stay with the ship, you gotta another thing coming, kid. Now *Will converts the jabbing thumb into a commanding finger towards the compartment where Troyj is occupying.*IC: Lets suit up.

*Master Son'tir moves swiftly from the back compartment where he found his unconscious apprentice to where Troyj found the supplies. Will spots a set of winterizing clothing similar to that which the Rebellion assigned there personnel on Hoth during the Galactic Civil War. Will quickly begins to slip snow pants over his trousers and the large hulking insulated jacket with fur lining; matching set of tight and flexible gloves and protective goggles and ace mask. . .*

IC: Alrighty, Troyj. What's the game plan, you better have a good cover story cooked up for us. You know, you are supposed to single handedly complete this mission while I took the kid sight seeing and all. *Will winked at the much older jedi master and awaited his response; ever mindful of the company waiting outside.*

*Troyj had been to the sleeping area and back by the time Will and Zane to make their way to the cockpit. He had retrieved a handful of items from his case and now stood back at the control console. He was finishing altering the ships computers with the little remaining power..

When Will spoke, Troyj turned around and smiled..*

"I've got some good news Cap'n, the ship's systems ain't too smashed up. With a bit o' work I reckon we'll have this tug back in the big black.." *He turned back to the console and picked up some of the items he'd brought back, then turned around once more..*

"Take these.." *He said, throwing the two Jedi a pair of small objects..* "Covert comm-buds. Stick 'em in ya ears. We'll be able ta talk ta each other if we get split up, an' they can be used as emergency locators. They're programmed ta Isolate a local signal an' piggy back on the carrier frequency with encrypted burst transmissions. The locals won't be able ta listen in as all they'll hear is their own comm traffic. It works on pretty much anythin' from Holonet transmissions to Hyperwave.."

*Troyj turned back to the console, pressed a few commands into it and waited. The screen was unresponsive, so he pounded his fist harshly on the top of the unit and muttered a few profanities under his breath. The impact worked and caused the display to change. It showed the ship's log and navigational history. Troyj turned back to his companions, his voice returned to it's normal bassy tone for a moment..*

"I've had to leave the ship designated The Kachina, as it's what the Local system's security would have first picked us up at. But I've changed our flight log and navigation history. As far as anything stored on the computer will show, we're small time transporters working for a small time merchant on Tatooine. On our return journey from Trandosha, a meteor shower caused us make a course deviation and the correction drew us too close to Abyssissa's system. We came under the influence of that weapon and well, you know the rest.."

*He raised a callused, hairy knuckled hand to his unkept moustache and itched it..*

"An' that's how we got here Cap'n!" *Troyj smirked a yellow-stained, CrOoKed toothed smirk at Will as his alter-ego voice returned..*

Tue Feb 14, 2012 12:07 pm by Zuli Madoon

*post continued..*

"If they take us away, I'm gonna 'suffer' in the cold. Maybe get me self sent to sickbay, see if'n I can sneak off an' ensure our safe trip home.. If the locals ain't too friendly that is anyway. Otherwise they bring us all back here safe an' sound, fix up the ship an' blast off." *Troyj stopped for a moment as he began attaching various components together from the parts on the console..* "An' I've got a good few toys here, just incase.."

*Being assigned to covert surveillance, infiltration and 'Black Ops' missions for a good portion of his life. Zuli/Troyj had come up with a number of interesting devices. Ones that under even the most intense scrutiny, would appear to be harmless or even useless pieces of technology. Time spent evading the forces of the Emperor after The Great Purge had spawned many of the devices. From eaves dropping bugs, slicers, his own Lightclub disguise and even micro EMP devices designed to temporarily disable computer systems.

"Necessity is the mother of invention" so to speak..

He put the assembled components together and attached them to the Wristcomp adorning his right wrist. It now appeared to be a low tech combination of a Holonet transmission reciever for watching various Holo-Vids and a control/monitoring system for his 'internal cybernetic components', completely disguising his hidden Lightclubs*

Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:15 am by Mace Atlas Theia

in the cold reaches of the planet abyssissa the ship remains of the dragon lay in the ice and snow.taluk had been in a small room for many days consulting his son through visions and dreams. the one thing his son did not know nor his sisters or his mother that he was a jedi. he knew his son mace was fighting a war that left him with a destroyed ship and few supply's. taluk was trying to get mace to come to this planet but wasn't sure how to get his sons attention.

Sat Apr 28, 2012 7:20 am by Mace Atlas Theia

as taluk came back from his focused state of concentration with mace..taluk seemed to feel he had finally gotten his sun to come to him and regarding he is bring a fleet made it better for him to know he will finally get out of this weather...but perhaps that questions that will follow with the expected death that his son saw was going to be a lot harder to explain the he thought it would..but after all he felt better know that he was being rescued rather to be stuck in this waste land to die a cold lonely death.

(taluk)To the greater stars and to the brighter moon this day i will find life. To this day my time will come. To see my son once again.

taluk was happy to feel the presence of the force fill his tired body with peace and well being....for the time will soon come for his son to be a Jedi.

Sat May 05, 2012 2:54 am by Mace Atlas Theia

as mace then entered the atmospher of the planet . mace could only think of his old home but only not wanting to see the people outside the door wanting to see who it is. as mace got closer to the surface of the planet mace then called see the space port not far ahead.

(space port control) this is space port control do u read me?

(mace) this is captin mace reporting.

(space port control) this is space port u are cleared to land at port 34!

(mace) copy that space port. on my way.

as mace got closer to the port..mace then got a flash back of when vargu first showed him the space port when he was a young boy. remebering all the ships landing and taking off in the snowy weather. after mace landed and powerd down the systems he then got his winter cloths on and exited the ship. with a blast of cold wind mace almost hit the ground and forgot how cold it is. as mace quikly headed for the building to get warm..so as the doors open there right there waiting for him was.....vargu as tall and as strong as he used to be with the biggest smile vargu hugged mace with a tight im brace.

(vargu) MACE WHAT A SURPRIES TO SEE U!

(mace) VARGU i mist u soo much! what have u been doing these past few months?

(vargu) well ive been bizy around the space port. fixing all these ships and transporting goods to them.

(mace) wow thats awesome vargu! u seen many big ships?

(vargu) yes. acually..before u left for your mission.....there is something i have to speak to u about.

(mace) yes? what is it?

mace knew what vargu was saying and this is what mace came for and the other is yet to be known.

Mon May 07, 2012 1:18 am by Mace Atlas Theia

meanwhile as taluk was in the wreckage of the dragon.

taluk was resting from a nights sleep that only taken all the warmth he had taken. from the darkness his spirit still shined in the wreckage of that ship and taluk wasn't ready to give up yet. even thou he was a lot older then most of his officers and other people of his ship he was surprised he was the only one left..but even then they did not know of him being an ex Jedi..for that reason it seems to take a tool if used to much. but as taluk was feeling the presence of his son ever closer he knew his time of rest was near. all of a sudden taluk noticed something around his area that he sensed and to taluk it wasn't some creature it was a lot large in fact. it was a snow beast! taluk then quickly got up and stated to climb to a better sport but doing so will lead him to colder areas and this even taluk was suicide especially when not have many protection..but taluk armed himself with his light saber and started climbing.. after a while climbing over some wreckage taluk noticed that the sound of the snow beast was close and was fast a proching.. but a soon it was getting close the nose seemed to stop almost instantly....then as taluk stooped to think were the beast went...out of no way the beast roared like anything before...with taluk getting the fright of his life taluk wasn't going to stand a round and have himself killed. so he took his light saber and prayed a small prayer and then activate his light saber and killed the beast swiftly and harshly.. when the beast was dead taluk with a frantic speed collected the best and prepared it for some food for the time of his son returning to him was near.

Tue May 22, 2012 4:54 am by Mace Atlas Theia

when vargu then got mace to one side..it was almost crushing to him to tell him of his father...but not that he was still alive but that a deeper secret was about to be revealing to mace.

(mace)yes...what is it vargue..whats wrong?

(vargu)Mace...its...your father.

(mace)what about my father?

mace then felt his heart about to explode with grief.....was his father really alive? did i really want to believe he was?

(vargu) mace your father is a Jedi.

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