The Jedi's Quest (Role Play)

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Ranbl stared into the face of death itself the flare of light headed for him. Using both of his hands, straining the purple pulsing viens in his arm, as he swung the door closed. The sound of a thump as the door caves in leaving a dint in the metal. Ranbl leaned back in, wiping the sweat off his forehead and sighed with the others in relief as the plane ascended down the makeshift runway. "That was close. Tis better to be more cautious in the future when venturing out into the townsquare." He goes to take his seat next to his companions taking deep breaths.

The man watches as the plane, taking shots one after the other until it raises it's heels taking off into the starry black canvas of the night. He puts his gun away, pulling out his transmitter and running towards his own craft for persuit.

A little blue beam springs up revealing a holgram image showing a ceremonial chamber. Dual, corroded Corinthian columns within circles spiraling down with stone steps draped by a red velvet carpet leading to a shallow pit with a stone throne at the center. A dark figure sits upon it shrouded in a black robe covering his face, leaving a dark void looks back at the shooter. The figure growls as he watches the man juggling his transmitter as he makes his way to the craft. The man raises the glass panel and hops over the side and crawls into a sitting position as he places the transmitter in front of him for further orders. "They have escaped my Lord. The jedi became aware of our activities and managed to find a pilot who will take them to Kashyyk. They plan on disrupting the caravan." The glass planel raises above him as he puts the controls in rear rising into the air.

The dark Lord holds up his boney yellowed clawed hand. "Who dare betray the councils orders."

As the ship stakes off at warp speed after the ship, Crypto keeps one eye on driving the craft and the other on his boss. "It was Cassain".

The dark Lord tilts his head. "He wouldn't dare double cross me. He is aware of the consquences of all those who have tried and failed.

The man puts the ship in maximum overdrive. "I saw it with my own eyes. You know he could never turn away a client for the right price. His loyalty was not to be trusted."

The dark Lord curled his hand in rage. "So be it. If he wants to play hero, it'll cost him his head."

The man makes a turn, his full determination set on bringing back the captives. "I'm on it sire."

The dark Lord lowers hand. "Don't let anything stop you, Crypto. It would be an embarrassment for our movement. That ship must never dock.".

Crypto's face fills with determination as he whizes through the depths of space closing in on his target. "Understood." He comes upon the back of the fleeing ship, he zooms in on their position through a green screen microscope as he aims to fire.

Zahara sat in silence for a while. Her hands were burning again, but there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. It would be too dangerous to try to escape now; they might hurt the child-slaves in the process.

Once the men started arguing, she glared at them. "Quiet, both of you!" she hissed. "At the moment, we're on the same side. Or so it seems."

Cassian had remained removed from the fight, keeping an eye on the Jedi. He followed the caravan at a distance, looking for weakness.

Ranbl looks down at the bracelet trying to take it off.

A door at the bottom opens as a tray containing brown slop and a piece of bread in two bowels slide across the floor.

Crypto turns over from his sleep and sits up rubbing his eyes. He stands, walks over to the tray and looks down in disgust. "Pig slops."

Ranbl pays him no attention as he tinkers with the contraption. "It will keep you alive."

Crypto kicks the tray, sending it spewing over the floor. "I rather starve."

Ranbl gives up in frustration. "You could've kept the bread."

Crypto looks at him, picks up the two good pieces or bread, goes to sit down and eat. "Someone of my status deserves a feast fit for a king."

Ranbl looks at him. "You think to highly of yourself. Please share."

Crypto gives him an annoyed look and garbles it down. "Nothing left."

Ranbl stands up. He runs into the man, pelting him with his fists. Crypto rolls over and hits him. They both get into a crouching position and circle one another.

Crypto smirks. "We are on equal footing, fuzzball."

Ranbl circles him. "And you'll always be bantha fodder."

Crypto rage builds up. "Slimy piece of worm ridden filth."

He lunges at the jedi. Ranbl grabs his arm and flips him on the floor putting his foot on his neck.

Two guards hearing the commotion open the door, carrying two crystal wands and shock them.

Gorth walks down the corridor and down the cell line stopping in front of Zaharah. "You have a visitor." (He sticks a card into the lock opening it.) Right this way."

Zahara nodded, then glanced around the room, trying to get her bearings. "Where are we, sir?" she asked slowly.

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Anakin looked up upon hearing footsteps, clipping his lightsaber to his belt. "Zahara," he said, inclining his head. "I see you are out of the cell. You're welcome."

Zahara smiled grimly and took a seat next to him, smoothing out her skirts. "I assume you had something to do with that?"

Anakin nodded. "I told my new Master about your dilemma." At Zahara's look, he said firmly, "Obi-Wan Kenobi is no longer my Master. I found someone stronger, wiser."

Zahara still wasn't convinced. "And who might this new Master of yours be?" she asked cautiously.

Anakin frowned. "If he has not revealed himself to you, I will not tell his name," he replied slowly. "But he is far powerful than Obi-Wan or any of the Jedi will ever be. You know the Jedi blind themselves to true power and shackle themselves to the Code. My new Master does not share those inhibitions. He promised to save my Padme. And we will someday rule the universe."

Ara sighed softly. "General Skywalker, with all due respect, I urge you to walk carefully. The Dark Side is very powerful, but it is also very dangerous. It must be used in moderation, or it will destroy you."

Anakin's eyes flashed. "What do you know of the Dark Side?" he demanded.

"My mother was a Nightsister. She used the Dark Side exclusively, until she realized what it was doing to her. Then she ran away, as my father ran away from the Jedi Order. They both knew that neither side was the way, but a middle path would benefit them far more."

Before Anakin could respond, their food was served. Steaming, sizzling platters were placed in front of them, and they both dug in without further comment.

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