Post by Mayhem on Feb 12, 2006 19:23:08 GMT -5
Prologue
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A young Mandalorian-Echani mix and her comrades, Nicho Morn(Exile), Revan, and Malak all leave to go fight in a War call Mandalorian... Malak is jealouso f Kayji, Kayji just hates Malak, Revan laughs at their squalms and Nicho somehow gets dragged into it all.
On the flagship during the beginning of the war, the young Echani was promised a chance to defend the small, but valuable, planet of Bekdi VI.
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Kayji went back into her room and grabbed a change of clothes for the shower. She passed Revan who was being introduced to a Zabrak who was extremely calm. She waved and entered the refresher. About 20 minutes later she emerged to find her clothes gone and the pervert that took them had move up on her death list. “Rand!” She screamed as she chased him with a towel on. “I’m going to skin you alive!” She looked as if she was going to say more, but her shoulder was grabbed and she was stopped. Kayji whirled around and hit the poor person right in the face and knocked him down. Her hands instantly came to her mouth and she gasped. “I’m sorry!” she said, as she helped the Iridorian to his feet, “Reflex.”
Revan laughed as he saw the scene. “Bao-Dur, this is Major Nelos,” he said, introducing Kayji to him. “Major, this is a new tech that will be serving under General Morn.”
“It’s a pleasure, call me Kayji,” she said, holding out her hand.
“The pleasure is mine,” he replied, his nose bleeding slightly as Nicho walked up.
“Hello,” Nicho said, nodding in greeting, “Revan, Kayji, would you come with me for a second- this won’t take long.” He walked towards the Bridge, not noticing Kayji’s clothing issues. “It seems that our intelligence was wrong, the Mandalorians attacked Beckdi; we just found out.” He pointed to a star map as he spoke.
Revan’s voice got lower than usual as he gave the grave orders, “Do not send any troops, the planet is lost.”
Kayji seemed to take this news harder than anyone else on the Bridge. She sank to her knees and stayed there for a minute before she said, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” She got up and ran off.
Nicho soon followed, knowing her to be without clothing and on a ship full of men... He entered her room, the door unlocked and halfway open. "Kayji, are you decent?" he asked, opening the door. He heard no yells of protest and he soon was worried.
The quietNicho couldn't helpbut hold in a "Frack!" as he read the last message she left on her computer.
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Revan, Nicho, and Malak,
I am taking leave and I do not know when I will be back. Do not worry, I’m with friends and I can handle whatever is thrown at me. Like I said, I don’t know when I’ll be back,
Kayji
Nicho read this several times over. “Kayji, what have you done?” he asked, sitting on her bed. “Her one chance to prove herself… damn it!” he yelled, punching the mattress as hard as he could. The door opened and Revan came in, he was soon followed by Malak.
“Where is she?” Revan asked, taking off his mask revealing a mixture of worry and anger on his tan face. He shut the door and placed his mask in his robes. Nicho handed him the note and he read it a few times over. “Oh, c'jit...” he said, his eyes widening and his hands shaking.
“What?” Malak asked, taking the datapad and reading it over.
“She went home, didn’t she?” Nicho asked quietly, looking down at his feet. “She’s gone back, to the Mandalorians,” he stated as he got up. He started to pace and think a way...
“Do you know what this means? She could give them the codes to deactivate a whole fleet full of things! Besides, we’re losing one of our strongest, if she goes on their side, we might not win this war,” Revan told Nicho, his face forming into a dangerous scowl.
“No! She wouldn’t do that! She wouldn’t betray us!” Nicho retorted, defending Kayji, a new force was welling inside him, for the first time he was truly angry.
“How would you know, you’ve only known her for a few years!” Revan shot at him, dark eyes flaring with anger. "The whole damn time you were too busy with your studies to pay attention to her!"
"You think that's all it is!? You think I'm a drone who does nothing but pour over books?! Revan, would I have followed you if I was jsut a drone? Would you have me as a General if I was?" Nicho yelled.
"Maybe, so what? You're here now, there's nothing you can do. The Jedi are too close-minded to accept you back and you have nowhere else to go!" Revan yelled back.
One of Kayji’s swords began to crack from a sudden burst of energy emitted from Revan. “Go, to where you think she is. Find her and bring her back… alive!” Revan ordered loudly, the swords breaking into three pieces each.
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Beckdai VI
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A dark, hooded figure was walking a long a battle torn city street. The simple, yet beautiful buildings were burning as bodies lined the street, the figure could see a farm next to the capital building. The hood was pulled back by a strong gust of wind and reviled a girl in her mid-late teens with moderate acne and long blonde/brown hair. She pulled her hood as she smiled. “I’m home,” she muttered as a heavy rain began to fall.
She came upon a large building with guards patrolling the perimeter. “State your name and loyalty,” He ordered as a crack of lightning illuminated his full body armor and blaster rifle that was three feet from the girl’s head.
“Kayji Nelos, my loyalty is too myself, neither Republic, nor Mandalorian,” she figure said, pulling back her hood. “I must speak with-" she was cut off before she could finish.
“Say no more,” the soldier said, taking off his blue helmet. It revealed a man with sharp blue eyes, long brown hair, a large nose and a thick jaw, a crooked smile completed this man’s identity.
“Uncle!” Kayji said, throwing her arms around the man’s neck and jumping off the ground. Anotehr gaurd was coming up on his rounds as she set herself back down.
“Now, I’ll have Canderous take my post, he needs something to do. Let’s pay a visit to your mother,” Uncle Siducho said, walking into a nearby door and the other guard that was approaching nodded at his words.
“Where is Dad?” Kayji asked, as her uncle put his helmet back on. She followed solemnly as he started off
“You will see,” Siducho replied, a grim tone in his voice.
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“Malak,” Revan said, as they walked down the halls.
“Yes?” Malak asked, oddly worried at Kayji’s absence. He began to fumble with a piece of paper from his belt and wrote down a note with a peice of coal.
“I need to get drunk,” Revan replied simply, his voice tired and blunt.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Malak asked, knowing Revan tried to keep drinking to a minimum.
“Go to Rand’s bunk, he hides it under his jacket,” Revan stated, watching Malak cock an eyebrow. “I just know these things,” he replied, catching his look.
Yes, but is it you, Revan, or Kayji who knew this… Malak questioned in his mind, walking down the hall.
“Mother!” Kayji squealed as she threw her arms around a woman who looked in her lat thirties-early forties, with light brown hair and sad brown eyes.
“Kayji, it has been so long, you’ve grown up,” her mother stated, smiling at her daughter.
“Mother, tell me- where is Dad?” Kayji changed the subject, looking her mother in eyes.
“He’s dead,” Villo explained.
“But- ho- when?” Kayji asked, eyes growing wide with shock and horror.
“Dxun, he was killed by a young Major in the Republic,” Siducho told her, a sharp edge to his voice.
“No, no, no!” Kayji said, sinking to her knees. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, Dad,” she said quietly, looking up. “I’m so sorry…” she said, even quieter.
“Kayji, where are you? Why did you not bring me with you? Why am I asking myself these stupid questions?” Nicho said, trying to brighten up his mood, but failed. “Crap!” He muttered as he slid behind a half burned building. He felt the heat of a blaster shot whiz by this head as he peaked out. He bit his lower lip, used to being with others this honestly was his first time out all alone. He gulped and ran out with his Lightsabers ablaze. He barely managed to block the shots fired, and barely dodged some primitive weapons. He ran back behind the wall, and thought rapidly of possible ways to flee. The most obvious and the one he thought of after the other 27 options, was to run the other way along the building then cross over to follow the carnage that he suspected to be Kayji.
“Kayji, you’re home, I’m sure you will find… great honor with the clans,” her mother said. “Siducho and I have already prepared a plan for you to join us. You see, you can give us the codes t-“Villo was gaping for air.
“No, never. You sent me to the Jedi so I could be a spy!” she said, spitting at her mother’s feet. “You’re asking me to betray my only friends, when you abandoned me to live with cryptic old fools! Never,” Kayji said her voice low with anger. Villo was turning purple and blue when Kayji let her go. She tried to say something, but it just came out as a cold rasp.
“Never speak to me, of me- to anyone! I’ve never come here…. Got it?” she asked, getting absent minded nods. “Good,” she said, as she raised her blade above her family’s heads….
Nicho ran away from many a Mandy as he seemed to have been wrong about the carnage… He then saw a small hut with a light on and the outline of a small figure raising a blade… “Stop!” he yelled foolishly as he ran for the door. He burst through the thin, aluminum, and slightly grimy door. He grabbed the blade from his young friend. “Kayji…” he trailed off as he dropped the blade.
“What? I was doing what was needed,” she stated blandly. Nicho just stared at her, then to the people kneeling on the floor. “They know I’m here, and that is not something I can risk,” she informed him, reaching for the blade. “They are a threat to my duty… my comrades,” she said mechanically while raising her arms with the sword pointed down.
Nicho just grabbed her arm. He pulled as hard as he could so that he could lead her out of that small room. Pulling her by the arm, he scolded her (once again) about how death is something not meant to be played around with. “Death is not the answer! She was your mother!” he muttered in her ear, sitting down on a tree stump behind a hill in a nearby farm. “We have to go back, Revan is more mad than I’ve ever seen him, the swords on your wall, they- they just broke!” he stammered, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“So it begins…..” Kayji said, walking over to a wounded man. “Nicho, tell Revan that I will be back once my work is done, there is a small ship in the barn over there.
“Kayji, I’m not leaving unless you come with me,” her trusting friend informed her, shaking his head.
“Then sit down and don’t attract attention,” Kayji ordered, kneeling next to the man. Nicho’s annoyed mumbles could be heard as the rain fell and Kayji talked to the man. “Hey there…” she muttered, taking out a bolt of cloth from her belt and unrolling it to cover the man’s face that had a deep gas under his left eye. “Got a name?” she asked, seeing his eyes move feverishly, looking her over. His features were unreadable with the amount of rain, blood, an dirt on his face and hair.
“Y-yes…” he said. He wasn’t a man at all, he was barely Kayji’s age. “Aros….” he whispered, his voice having a slight, country drawl to it. “Are you going to kill me?” Aros asked her, sitting himself up on his elbows and staring at her. Hs hair was cut just above his ears, but that’s all you could make out.
“No, I’m here to help you. Now, remember what I am going to tell you. The Mandalorians are soon going to leave this place to find another. This planet will be used to gather, store, and grow more food supplies for their massive army. You’re people will be left to manage them with few Mandalorians watching over you. When they least expect it, revolt. I’ll send you all the needed supplies- blasters, swords, stealth units. Remember this, for you are the least injured and more likely to take hold of this messa-“ Kayji informed him, but was cut off by a loud shot. “Nicho!” she yelled, standing up and throwing a dagger randomly in the rain behind her. “Take this, I will contact you on this when I get the chance. Guard it with your life,” she said hastily, tossing him a small com.
“Kayji!” Nicho yelled from the door of the small ship he came from. “A guard must of found your uncle on his rounds,” he yelled, his violent friend running pell-mell to the small ship. She jumped in and Nicho closed the door, the shots and angry yells of Mandalorians being heard even as they rose up to return to their ship.
“Well, that was successful,” Kayji said, grinning and sitting down in the co-pilot’s chair. She leaned her head back and smiled- she did save that planet after all.
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A young Mandalorian-Echani mix and her comrades, Nicho Morn(Exile), Revan, and Malak all leave to go fight in a War call Mandalorian... Malak is jealouso f Kayji, Kayji just hates Malak, Revan laughs at their squalms and Nicho somehow gets dragged into it all.
On the flagship during the beginning of the war, the young Echani was promised a chance to defend the small, but valuable, planet of Bekdi VI.
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Kayji went back into her room and grabbed a change of clothes for the shower. She passed Revan who was being introduced to a Zabrak who was extremely calm. She waved and entered the refresher. About 20 minutes later she emerged to find her clothes gone and the pervert that took them had move up on her death list. “Rand!” She screamed as she chased him with a towel on. “I’m going to skin you alive!” She looked as if she was going to say more, but her shoulder was grabbed and she was stopped. Kayji whirled around and hit the poor person right in the face and knocked him down. Her hands instantly came to her mouth and she gasped. “I’m sorry!” she said, as she helped the Iridorian to his feet, “Reflex.”
Revan laughed as he saw the scene. “Bao-Dur, this is Major Nelos,” he said, introducing Kayji to him. “Major, this is a new tech that will be serving under General Morn.”
“It’s a pleasure, call me Kayji,” she said, holding out her hand.
“The pleasure is mine,” he replied, his nose bleeding slightly as Nicho walked up.
“Hello,” Nicho said, nodding in greeting, “Revan, Kayji, would you come with me for a second- this won’t take long.” He walked towards the Bridge, not noticing Kayji’s clothing issues. “It seems that our intelligence was wrong, the Mandalorians attacked Beckdi; we just found out.” He pointed to a star map as he spoke.
Revan’s voice got lower than usual as he gave the grave orders, “Do not send any troops, the planet is lost.”
Kayji seemed to take this news harder than anyone else on the Bridge. She sank to her knees and stayed there for a minute before she said, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” She got up and ran off.
Nicho soon followed, knowing her to be without clothing and on a ship full of men... He entered her room, the door unlocked and halfway open. "Kayji, are you decent?" he asked, opening the door. He heard no yells of protest and he soon was worried.
The quietNicho couldn't helpbut hold in a "Frack!" as he read the last message she left on her computer.
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Revan, Nicho, and Malak,
I am taking leave and I do not know when I will be back. Do not worry, I’m with friends and I can handle whatever is thrown at me. Like I said, I don’t know when I’ll be back,
Kayji
Nicho read this several times over. “Kayji, what have you done?” he asked, sitting on her bed. “Her one chance to prove herself… damn it!” he yelled, punching the mattress as hard as he could. The door opened and Revan came in, he was soon followed by Malak.
“Where is she?” Revan asked, taking off his mask revealing a mixture of worry and anger on his tan face. He shut the door and placed his mask in his robes. Nicho handed him the note and he read it a few times over. “Oh, c'jit...” he said, his eyes widening and his hands shaking.
“What?” Malak asked, taking the datapad and reading it over.
“She went home, didn’t she?” Nicho asked quietly, looking down at his feet. “She’s gone back, to the Mandalorians,” he stated as he got up. He started to pace and think a way...
“Do you know what this means? She could give them the codes to deactivate a whole fleet full of things! Besides, we’re losing one of our strongest, if she goes on their side, we might not win this war,” Revan told Nicho, his face forming into a dangerous scowl.
“No! She wouldn’t do that! She wouldn’t betray us!” Nicho retorted, defending Kayji, a new force was welling inside him, for the first time he was truly angry.
“How would you know, you’ve only known her for a few years!” Revan shot at him, dark eyes flaring with anger. "The whole damn time you were too busy with your studies to pay attention to her!"
"You think that's all it is!? You think I'm a drone who does nothing but pour over books?! Revan, would I have followed you if I was jsut a drone? Would you have me as a General if I was?" Nicho yelled.
"Maybe, so what? You're here now, there's nothing you can do. The Jedi are too close-minded to accept you back and you have nowhere else to go!" Revan yelled back.
One of Kayji’s swords began to crack from a sudden burst of energy emitted from Revan. “Go, to where you think she is. Find her and bring her back… alive!” Revan ordered loudly, the swords breaking into three pieces each.
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Beckdai VI
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A dark, hooded figure was walking a long a battle torn city street. The simple, yet beautiful buildings were burning as bodies lined the street, the figure could see a farm next to the capital building. The hood was pulled back by a strong gust of wind and reviled a girl in her mid-late teens with moderate acne and long blonde/brown hair. She pulled her hood as she smiled. “I’m home,” she muttered as a heavy rain began to fall.
She came upon a large building with guards patrolling the perimeter. “State your name and loyalty,” He ordered as a crack of lightning illuminated his full body armor and blaster rifle that was three feet from the girl’s head.
“Kayji Nelos, my loyalty is too myself, neither Republic, nor Mandalorian,” she figure said, pulling back her hood. “I must speak with-" she was cut off before she could finish.
“Say no more,” the soldier said, taking off his blue helmet. It revealed a man with sharp blue eyes, long brown hair, a large nose and a thick jaw, a crooked smile completed this man’s identity.
“Uncle!” Kayji said, throwing her arms around the man’s neck and jumping off the ground. Anotehr gaurd was coming up on his rounds as she set herself back down.
“Now, I’ll have Canderous take my post, he needs something to do. Let’s pay a visit to your mother,” Uncle Siducho said, walking into a nearby door and the other guard that was approaching nodded at his words.
“Where is Dad?” Kayji asked, as her uncle put his helmet back on. She followed solemnly as he started off
“You will see,” Siducho replied, a grim tone in his voice.
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“Malak,” Revan said, as they walked down the halls.
“Yes?” Malak asked, oddly worried at Kayji’s absence. He began to fumble with a piece of paper from his belt and wrote down a note with a peice of coal.
“I need to get drunk,” Revan replied simply, his voice tired and blunt.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Malak asked, knowing Revan tried to keep drinking to a minimum.
“Go to Rand’s bunk, he hides it under his jacket,” Revan stated, watching Malak cock an eyebrow. “I just know these things,” he replied, catching his look.
Yes, but is it you, Revan, or Kayji who knew this… Malak questioned in his mind, walking down the hall.
“Mother!” Kayji squealed as she threw her arms around a woman who looked in her lat thirties-early forties, with light brown hair and sad brown eyes.
“Kayji, it has been so long, you’ve grown up,” her mother stated, smiling at her daughter.
“Mother, tell me- where is Dad?” Kayji changed the subject, looking her mother in eyes.
“He’s dead,” Villo explained.
“But- ho- when?” Kayji asked, eyes growing wide with shock and horror.
“Dxun, he was killed by a young Major in the Republic,” Siducho told her, a sharp edge to his voice.
“No, no, no!” Kayji said, sinking to her knees. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, Dad,” she said quietly, looking up. “I’m so sorry…” she said, even quieter.
“Kayji, where are you? Why did you not bring me with you? Why am I asking myself these stupid questions?” Nicho said, trying to brighten up his mood, but failed. “Crap!” He muttered as he slid behind a half burned building. He felt the heat of a blaster shot whiz by this head as he peaked out. He bit his lower lip, used to being with others this honestly was his first time out all alone. He gulped and ran out with his Lightsabers ablaze. He barely managed to block the shots fired, and barely dodged some primitive weapons. He ran back behind the wall, and thought rapidly of possible ways to flee. The most obvious and the one he thought of after the other 27 options, was to run the other way along the building then cross over to follow the carnage that he suspected to be Kayji.
“Kayji, you’re home, I’m sure you will find… great honor with the clans,” her mother said. “Siducho and I have already prepared a plan for you to join us. You see, you can give us the codes t-“Villo was gaping for air.
“No, never. You sent me to the Jedi so I could be a spy!” she said, spitting at her mother’s feet. “You’re asking me to betray my only friends, when you abandoned me to live with cryptic old fools! Never,” Kayji said her voice low with anger. Villo was turning purple and blue when Kayji let her go. She tried to say something, but it just came out as a cold rasp.
“Never speak to me, of me- to anyone! I’ve never come here…. Got it?” she asked, getting absent minded nods. “Good,” she said, as she raised her blade above her family’s heads….
Nicho ran away from many a Mandy as he seemed to have been wrong about the carnage… He then saw a small hut with a light on and the outline of a small figure raising a blade… “Stop!” he yelled foolishly as he ran for the door. He burst through the thin, aluminum, and slightly grimy door. He grabbed the blade from his young friend. “Kayji…” he trailed off as he dropped the blade.
“What? I was doing what was needed,” she stated blandly. Nicho just stared at her, then to the people kneeling on the floor. “They know I’m here, and that is not something I can risk,” she informed him, reaching for the blade. “They are a threat to my duty… my comrades,” she said mechanically while raising her arms with the sword pointed down.
Nicho just grabbed her arm. He pulled as hard as he could so that he could lead her out of that small room. Pulling her by the arm, he scolded her (once again) about how death is something not meant to be played around with. “Death is not the answer! She was your mother!” he muttered in her ear, sitting down on a tree stump behind a hill in a nearby farm. “We have to go back, Revan is more mad than I’ve ever seen him, the swords on your wall, they- they just broke!” he stammered, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“So it begins…..” Kayji said, walking over to a wounded man. “Nicho, tell Revan that I will be back once my work is done, there is a small ship in the barn over there.
“Kayji, I’m not leaving unless you come with me,” her trusting friend informed her, shaking his head.
“Then sit down and don’t attract attention,” Kayji ordered, kneeling next to the man. Nicho’s annoyed mumbles could be heard as the rain fell and Kayji talked to the man. “Hey there…” she muttered, taking out a bolt of cloth from her belt and unrolling it to cover the man’s face that had a deep gas under his left eye. “Got a name?” she asked, seeing his eyes move feverishly, looking her over. His features were unreadable with the amount of rain, blood, an dirt on his face and hair.
“Y-yes…” he said. He wasn’t a man at all, he was barely Kayji’s age. “Aros….” he whispered, his voice having a slight, country drawl to it. “Are you going to kill me?” Aros asked her, sitting himself up on his elbows and staring at her. Hs hair was cut just above his ears, but that’s all you could make out.
“No, I’m here to help you. Now, remember what I am going to tell you. The Mandalorians are soon going to leave this place to find another. This planet will be used to gather, store, and grow more food supplies for their massive army. You’re people will be left to manage them with few Mandalorians watching over you. When they least expect it, revolt. I’ll send you all the needed supplies- blasters, swords, stealth units. Remember this, for you are the least injured and more likely to take hold of this messa-“ Kayji informed him, but was cut off by a loud shot. “Nicho!” she yelled, standing up and throwing a dagger randomly in the rain behind her. “Take this, I will contact you on this when I get the chance. Guard it with your life,” she said hastily, tossing him a small com.
“Kayji!” Nicho yelled from the door of the small ship he came from. “A guard must of found your uncle on his rounds,” he yelled, his violent friend running pell-mell to the small ship. She jumped in and Nicho closed the door, the shots and angry yells of Mandalorians being heard even as they rose up to return to their ship.
“Well, that was successful,” Kayji said, grinning and sitting down in the co-pilot’s chair. She leaned her head back and smiled- she did save that planet after all.
