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| Lord Lanik |
Reflections:The Untold PastReflections:The Untold PastDRAMATIS PERSONAE Addon Shin'se (Human Male) ("Jedi Knight") Akiva Blackmoor Starkiller (Human felmale) ("Sith Empress") Xander Vos (Human male) (Jedi Master) Vikro (Human Male) (Jedi Master) (Council Member) Abba (Human Female) (Jedi Grand Master) (Council Leader) Darth Vexen (Human Male) (Grand General of Sith Military) Cain Mhoon (Zeltron Male) (Jedi Knight) Lyk Korak (Human Male) (Jedi Battle Master) Ralo Calvers (Clawdite Male) (Jedi Knight) Darth Matas(Zabrak Male) (Brigadier General of the Sith) Cael Ordin (Human Male) (Jedi Padawan) Goran Trand (Human Male) (ORE Dark Jedi) Prelude: The Dark Dream (Yes not very long but its an entry) ------ He focused on the red glow of light. It was life and death. It came buzzing at his head and he knocked it away. It came again at his head harder than before. Lanik batted it away as hard as he could, but it disappeared. He flew forwards into the pavement, pinned under an invisible grip. A foot slammed into his face. No! This can’t happen. He screamed at himself. “Fool,” came the voice from behind the red glow. “You taught me that trick and you fell for it.” The man didn’t answer as blood trickled from his mouth. “You know I could kill you and I will,” the voice said. “But first you have to watch the last of you family and your friend die.” The man moved towards two other people a male and a female human. They didn’t move as the red lightsaber came at them. It sliced through both of them in one swift movement. “NO! Abba! UNCLE!”Lanik screamed a scream of pure agony as he struggled against the force bonds. Vexen laughed a cruel laugh. “Now you will die.” ***** Lanik jumped up, a cold sweat covering his body. His breaths came in gasps as he threw on a light robe. It was only a dream. A dream. ----- Flaming hulks of ships and vehicles lay smothering in craters, bloody body parts and armor strewn over the breathtaking landscape, once beautiful cities lying in ruin, the Fifth Battle of Telos IV was over. Vikro stood in the remains of the Capital Building, a num shock creeping over his body, his long brow hair waving in the bitter cold wind. Abba stood next to him her arm around the older Jedi, comforting him. Xander Vos sat on the ground his head lowered below his knees. The pain was raw and bitter. The battle was won, but it was a hard won, Addon Shin’Se was dead. |
| Kisuk Kolar |
What year will this be on? |
| Lord Lanik |
http://rebels.myfreeforum.org/ftopic4236.php
Cna some1 delete these posts |
| Jaden Nightsaber |
All of them? |
| Lord Lanik |
all besides the first 1 |
| Jaden Nightsaber |
Done. |
| Xander Vos |
No you haven't. 
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| Lyn Korak |
Yeah, lol, no you haven't. |
| Lord Vexen |
nope still haven't |
| Lord Lanik |
OK MOD CAN U PLZ DELETE ALL THE POSTS ON THIS BESIDES THE ORIGANIAL 1 |
| Lord Lanik |
The prelude had been added to the first post |
| Lord Vexen |
aww come one why did it have to be a dream. I should have killed them....maybe a vision?
anyway good job. It is awesome |
| Lord Lanik |
Second part of the prelude added |
| Lord Lanik |
MOS EISLEY, TATOOINE
The two suns of Tatooine rose over the horizon in a spectacular sunrise. Lanik walked away from a small hut on the outskirts of Mos Eisley. He wore a black HAK Combat suit. He carried two Verpine pistols in holsters on his waist, a Verpine rifle across his back, his vibrostaff was hidden up his sleeve, four normal daggers hidden in easy reach, and he had a supply of thermal detonators. The Outer Rim Empire had captured Tatooine and Lanik would try and stop it from the inside. He doubted that Anakin would be here but someone might recognize him so he had created a disguise. His shoulder long brown had been cut short and dyed black, a cheap surgery had changed his eye color from blue to steel gray, and his three scars on his face had been covered by skin spray. He looked every bit like the Bounty Hunter he impersonated. It had been a long time since he had joined an army, but if he could stand women then he could stand anything. It was hard to keep that he was still alive from the Jedi, but his mission depended on him being “dead”. He had now entered the city. Mos Eisley was a dust ball filled with the worst scum in the galaxy; Lanik loved it. He had lived here for ten years over the course of his life. His face hard as iron he strode through the crowed streets like he owned them. The crowds cleared a path for him his hard face making the toughest street-brawlers scramble out of his way, but one ran up to him, holding a knife. Lanik just looked at him and drew his Verpine pistol. The man charged and Lanik shot him twice. No one glanced at the body and Lanik kept moving. As he neared the cantina he loosened his Verpine pistols in their holsters. He slipped in and took a seat at the bar. His eyes immediately went to the three Twi’Lek dancers on the stage, a Rutian with turquoise skin, a Lethan with red skin, and a blue skinned, in front of a band that was playing some kind of new music. A Kel Dor and the Xamster bartender were in a heated argument to his right over the price of ale. Lanik smiled, it felt like home. He felt a presence behind him so he turned to look. A disheveled human male was glaring at him. Lanik just looked at him, loosening his Verpine pistols in their holsters. “You, Bounty Hunter,” the man said with a sneer. “You know who I am?” “No. Should I?” Lanik answered with a hint of boredom. “I’m Trun Shaul, leader of the Backstreet Brawlers. You shot my cousin,” Turn said. “So sorry,” Lanik replied blandly. “You’ll pay.” The man grabbed the blaster pistol at his side, but Lanik was too quick for him. Before Trun could air Lanik’s hidden viroblade slid from his sleeve and through Trun’s neck. The cantina had been deathly silent during the short fight and were all staring at Lanik’s vibrostaff. Lanik let it slide back up his arm and turned to his now arrived Corellian Ale. The patrons started their chatter back immediately. Lanik kept on taking small sips until he felt another presence come behind him then sit next to him. “What do you want,” Lanik asked not looking up from his ale. “I am Joran, Dark Jedi for the Outer Rim Empire,” the being said. “You have draw the attention of me.” Lanik smiled to himself. Things were going perfectly on plan. “Let me guess, you want me to join your little Empire.” “Correct, we are looking for elite soldiers and you fit the bill perfectly.” “I’ll think about it, meet me here tomorrow at 0700 hours.” |
| Anakin |
(Looks like the Dramatis Personae is catchin on.) |
| Lord Vexen |
nice good job |
| Lady Saber |
Good work. I likey. |
| Lord Lanik |
this fanfictoin will no longer be continues thanks to Kasey so this thread can be locked |
| Lady Saber |
Wait, hey...
It's yours! Do what you want. -_- |
| Lord Vexen |
Dammit Kasey WTF? |
| Lady Saber |
He wants my input, but I just want him to write whatever. So yeah. |
| Lord Lanik |
Ok I am gona be turning this into a RP so that i dont have to do everything |