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"Since when have Mandolorians needed to be told what makes sense?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2010 15:17:58 GMT -5
Mariella probed the wreckage with her mind for any sign of life but found none. All of the color left her face, and her green eyes grew glassy with tears. She left the room quickly on John's heels. She had never killed before...had never used the force to end a life, and now she felt something within her almost break to know that she had. Deciding to keep silent about it, Mariella fell in pace with John Paul.
Her deep concentration of moments before had gone, and there was nothing but a thin cloud of doubt blocking her vision. Something deep inside told her that if she could only break that veil she would once again have the clarity that she had just had.
"I wonder who he was..."
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Post by MikDaTv on Oct 15, 2010 15:54:48 GMT -5
"I wonder what he was." John said. "He was... unique. If he was a person at some point, he had been killed a long time ago i suspect. The cybornetics were the only thing keeping him going."
John was confused and troubled. Blue had been sent by someone. Someone who had known Jedi would be here. That was very troubling indeed. He couldn't help but wonder if there were more Blue's out there, hunting Jedi.
John walked all the way back to his fighter, lost in thought. He could have stayed behind to find a lightsaber crystal for himself but he was done with this planet. He just wanted to go home and report.
Gizmo had kept the fighter warm for him. Sliding into the seat gave him a sense of familiarity again. "I'll see you at the temple Mariella." He said before closing the canopy and powering up his engines.
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"Since when have Mandolorians needed to be told what makes sense?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2010 16:18:03 GMT -5
Mariella nodded to John Paul as he prepared to leave. She simply closed her eyes and sat in her starship for a few moments after John had lifted off. She finally came back to the present with the curious beeping from her ship's R-5 unit and activated her ship and pulled away from the planet, slipping into hyperspace.
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Post by MikDaTv on Oct 17, 2010 0:31:47 GMT -5
The shuttle touched down just outside the Praxeum. It was an angular craft with a matte black paint job and no external markings. It was a thing described in countless conspiracy theories all across the galaxy. It was not piloted by some evil government organization. It wasn't the harbinger of the new galactic order. It wasn't the secret alien conglomerate. It's pilot was an older man in a lab coat. Traveling with him were two younger men in lab coats. They trudged through the snow to the Praxeum and went up to it's second floor.
The site of the battle that had taken place was littered with debris but Mr. Blue was easy to find, especially with his beacon. Dr. Green and his techs unburied him so that his head was visible. Green reached behind his neck and peeled the skin there away with a scalpel. He removed a memory chip from a slot he found there under the skin and pocketed it. "Ok men. Call in a heavy lift crew to clear some of this debris and lets get Blue back to the lab. He needs a quick rebuild and perhaps some more upgrades. Lets see what we can learn from this event."
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