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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:14:48 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor 
Posts: 469 
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Aug 28, 2013 15:21:44 GMT -8
Tired of sitting, Taung transfers to the Orar, in Mandalorian its name meant Thunder, the massive 4 kilometer long warship was an elongated forward diamond shape. Heavily armed with heavy slablike armor, no visible bridge and very few viewports, this ship was built for but one thing, and that was to smash enemy capital ships with its oversized turbolasers. Typical turbolasers were as tall as a Jawa or Ewok, only a meter in diameter, the main battery on a ship of this class had emitters that were eight meters in diameter, wide enough for the venerable X-wing to fly down.
On the buried bridge Taung sat down in the command chair and activated his datapad, scrolling through targets he had selected. Nodding at his choice he looked up into the T-slit visor of the ships commanding officer.
::Captain, make your course for the edge of the Julevian System.::
::Aye sir. Helm. All ahead one third, set course of two three seven by zero zero nine, make for clear space. Navigator, plot a course to the edge of the Julevian System.::
The massive ships bar type ion engines flared to life and began smoothly accelerating the large ship away from its orbital docking location and towards clear space. Not long later the deep bronze colored ship elongated and disappeared into hyperspace.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 15, 2013 16:33:14 GMT -8
With a twisting of space, the Orar returns to orbit, and moves its self to its orbital docking formation above Lianna City, alongside its sister ships and smaller subordinate ships. Taung himself takes a shuttle back to Sienar Fleet Systems main orbital yards.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 20, 2013 19:32:51 GMT -8
Taung stood staring at hologram and details of the damage to the Mishmure'cya that had been heavily damaged in the last battle with some kind of Sith faction. He hadnt managed to find out who, but that hardly mattered at the immediate moment. The ship had been so badly mauled that it would take forever to rebuild it, it would actually be simpler and less time consuming to build a brand new one rather than take the Mishmure'cya apart and fix everything. But perhaps there were other uses for the ship.
"Admiral Holland...what do you think of this...we remove the nose, more clamshell doors, strip off the functioning weaponry, and go on to add these..." He quickly explained his thoughts that would turn the 4000 meter ship...into a superweapon.
"I think that should be fairly simple sir, relatively speaking. I do like the concept too, its genius, especially combined with your new tactic."
"Indeed. Lets get it started."
"Yes sir."
Admiral Holland turned away and gave orders for the Mishmure'cya to be moved into the cloaked high security section of Sienar's orbital yards, and immediate work begun on the ship. All heavy weapons would be stripped off, leaving just a couple of starfighter defense weapons, blister traps, and some missile launchers and flak cannons that didnt draw much power, but could still fend off heavy missile and starfighter attacks. The nose would be turned into giant clamshell doors that opened up and down to reveal the innards of the weapon. All the components would be purpose built and assembled in absolute secret, leaving no logistics trail to follow.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 26, 2013 19:18:06 GMT -8
"Taung, sir." a research technician approached him with a datapad.
"Yes?" Taung turned to him.
"You asked us to watch out for unusual amounts of requests on the open market for certain items related to deep research. We got a hit. An unusual amount of crystals and specialized power containment parts have been ordered from manufacturers. Specifically ones related to a project that Jareis Plekan, a promising intern who copied and attempted to erase all data relevant to the project. Or I should say that he succeeded, its taken years to even begin to put back some of the initial research into some semblance of the baseline."
"So you think there is a lead..."
"Yes sir. We should be able to, with the right resources be able to start trying to put together a trail. Though we don't know what he looks like, and we don't know if it is him. We'd have to confirm with a DNA profile."
"Its still a lead. Give me the information you have and I'll get on it right away." Taung took the datapad and started scrolling through it. "This is good work. You and your boys. Well done."
"Thank you sir."
"Call together the team will you?"
"Yes sir."
Taung headed for the briefing room, a few doors down a few corridors, entering a few minutes later, sitting down and reading the information.
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Post by Legion on Sept 27, 2013 6:57:06 GMT -8
Capt. Mel Tervho watched the planet surface grow more and more out of focus as the shuttle ferried them to the waiting ship in orbit over Lianna. Lianna City barely seemed distinguishable from the rest of the surrounding landscape. Mel felt cautiously optimistic about the coming meeting, although not really sure what to expect. She checked her weapons again, anxious to pass the time. Her commander had only informed her this morning of a reassignment to an opening on a team who reported directly to Taung H'rel and now she was on her way to meet him. There was no one else in the shuttle besides the pilots, everyone else must be on the ship already. She hadn't much time to tune up her appearance before she had to catch the ship out. It didn't matter though. She wasn't here to look pretty. Her right hand rested on Lola's case. The verpine shatter sniper rifle was her reward for her consistently high scores in marksmanship in her unit.
The ship slowed as it came about to land in the docking bay, and Mel readied herself to meet the new team. The landing was brief, the ramp down and she walked into the bay, Lola's case in her left hand. A lieutenant greeted her at the foot of the rank and offered to escort her to the briefing room. With a quick salute in return and a nod, she followed him through the hallways and corridors until she was shown into a briefing room, a man reading a datapad at the head of the table. It only took a glance to know who he was and she set Lola down, snapping to attention with a salute.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 28, 2013 16:38:12 GMT -8
*Taung looked up from his datapad after the new arrival had braced.*
"Captain Tervho." *Taung returned the salute.* "Please have a seat." *Taung himself sat down and faced her.* "Are you ready to go hunting?"
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Mel Tervho
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Mel Tervho on Sept 28, 2013 17:56:54 GMT -8
Mel moved Lola's case along the wall, pulling out a chair with her gloved right hand. She slid down to look over the briefing materials in front of her. She nodded to Taung's question, her blue and green armor catching the light of the conference room.
"Yes, sir. Lola and I are good to go, sir."
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 28, 2013 18:04:51 GMT -8
"Good. This will be a little different. We'll have to find the target first. The rest of the team should be here momentarily, but I am familiar with them, and you will be too, but I wanted a chance to talk to you first. You were recommended to my team as a replacement sharp shooter, and your credentials in that arena are excellent, and your superior's testimonial of your hand to hand skills are excellent. So..."
*He leans back in his chair, the thing complained loudly at the shifting weight of an armored Mandalorian.*
"What else should I know about you?"
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Mel Tervho
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Mel Tervho on Sept 28, 2013 18:52:36 GMT -8
"I'm determined, dependable and stubborn. My folks have a farm on Mandalore and want me to settle down and raise a family. Not for me, sir." He couldn't see the smile on her face under her navy and mint green buy'ce but it was there nonetheless. The last time she had been home on leave, there had been a fantastic fight about family ties and legacy. Their legacy was not hers. Besides, she has a brother and sister to take the farm. Mel was meant for bigger things. She felt it in her guts that she was doing what she was supposed to.
The door opened to reveal the rest of the team, Mel standing to attention as the team entered and took their places. Her salute was rigid and snapped just as it was supposed to. Once she was told to sit, she retook her seat and looked around, waiting for someone to begin the briefing.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 28, 2013 19:13:51 GMT -8
"Right. First order of business...stop saluting, it will get you killed out there where you will be going. Meet the rest of your team." *He waved a hand at the other five members of the team.* "Leos fills the medic role, Einen the tech, Sep is an excellent pilot, Tib is the pretty boy..."
=Tib=
"What can I say?" *He flashed a smile at the newest member.
"Vith is something of an analyst, and Mel Tervho here, is your new sniper. All of these guys are shooters. Now on to business. We suspect that we have found an industrial thief and saboteur who worked here at Sienar as an intern. Jareis Plekan is the name we have, and a DNA profile. We don't have a holo because he was able to hack into the system and erase all of his information, we only have the DNA profile because it was stored in a separate database that is not off-site accessible. He was involved in an advanced power research project that used specialized crystals to focus energy and was also being used experimentally in the Force Detection group. He destroyed, and likely copied all of the data, and wrecked a lot of equipment before disappearing, and we havent heard anything since."
*He glanced around the room.*
"We do not know that this person is at the end of the trail. We just know that a number of suppliers have had unusual orders for equipment and materials related to our own research occur in infrequent amounts, enough that it is possible someone is doing research into the very thing we were. Unfortunately we don't know what kind of advancement has been made if that is the case, especially since our own info is gone. We can only theorize what it might be used for as we are still trying to get within years of the research that was lost. If it is Jareis Plekan who is at the end of the trail, disintegration is rather encouraged if he can't be taken.
All of the shipments go to different organizations in different locations, some of these places actually exist, and others are merely shells. The ones that do exist small time legitimate businesses that don't make enough in ten years to purchase what is necessary. Hopefully we can unravel where those materials really went, and find our Baldavian Pocket Hair at the end of the ball of string. Questions thus far?"
*He paused as the rest of the team followed, or didnt follow, or did their own thing on their datapads while he had been talking.*
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Mel Tervho
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 169
Affiliation: Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Mel Tervho on Sept 28, 2013 20:33:56 GMT -8
"Yes, sir." She reached up and removed her buy'ce, revealing a pair of tight braids that bound her long, black hair to her scalp. Her blue eyes were light and striking against her complexion and her hair. She flipped through the materials, looking at the locations that weren't shells, the pictures taken by surveillance. It looked like a long assignment, the target had managed to erase almost all of his trace. A DNA profile wasn't much to go on when you didn't have anything else to help you. The purchases could have been coincidence to anyone except those who knew what to look for. When he asked for questions, she raised a hand, her voice strong and clear.
"Sir, are these pictures from boots on the ground or will I working on target acquisition?"
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 28, 2013 20:52:18 GMT -8
"If by boots on the ground you mean local information readily obtained from local authorities and by actually calling placing orders from some of these places then yes...otherwise no. The target's appearance is unknown, so you will likely have to match the dna profile before actively engaging a target location. Also known as blowing stuff up or killing people. Though we of course don't mind the killing or blowing up, just that undue killing attracts unwanted attention."
*She was pretty, he gave her that, her eyes bright and alert.*
"This is basically a cat hunt, and you're playing the part of the hounds, finding someone who has gone to great lengths to not be found, or at least identified. I will help where possible, but other duties may call me away."
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Mel Tervho
The Vegemite Enclave
Posts: 169
Affiliation: Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Mel Tervho on Sept 28, 2013 21:44:44 GMT -8
"Understood." She closed her briefing notes, looking around for someone to dismiss them. They were headed to Ilum first, as the trail started with crystal inquiries through a small time logistics company. The records were spotty but it had been flagged by their analysts as a probable lead. It was as good a start as any. She leaned back in her chair, hands in her lap. They had not been dismissed yet and she was curious if anyone would have anymore questions regarding the hunt. She figured she would be in long range surveillance and target identification.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Sept 29, 2013 15:52:29 GMT -8
"Ok. Draw whatever resources you want. I'll see you on Ilum then."
Taung headed out of the room, trusting them to do their thing as he headed to his private quarters where someone awaited him.
Entering it didnt take him long to locate his daughter, adopted, but Mandalorians didnt differentiate between biological and adopted, family was family, and with a mercenary and military cultural lifestyle, taking up children of fallen vode was not only common, it was expected, plain and simple.
She was seventeen biologically, but she was a special case. While Taung told everyone that this was his adopted daughter, and that much was true, the dark haired girl was actually a clone of a Sith Lord that Taung had fought and captured, then lost, some time ago. Her metabolism was higher than a normal being, her slightly accelerated growth accounting for her biological age compared to chronological. This was disguised well in the fact that Mandalorian grew up quickly and were often married by her age if they had found someone.
"Gaeza, are you ready to go hunting?"
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Post by Gaeza H'rel on Sept 29, 2013 17:23:08 GMT -8
The entrance of her father through the door caused Gaeza's shoulders to slump, her hand paused in front of her face, a tube of lipstick poised above her lips. He didn't approve of her wearing makeup, but she didn't especially see the harm in it since she was forced to wear her buy'ce whenever they went out in public. She wanted to go out to meet people, to have dinners with others besides eating alone or with Taung. It wasn't as though she didn't love him, but his stubborn refusal to even let her have friends of her own was maddening. Even her bodyguards were never allowed to see her face. She exhaled deeply, dropping the tube of lipstick back into the discreet makeup case she managed to hide her in room. She quickly smudged the eye shadow off, turning on the water to wash it all off before he saw her.
"Almost ready, papa."
Oh good, a hunt. An extended amount of time around other people without the ability to breath without her hot, tepid breath in her face. Where her sight is filtered through the HUD, the greenish tint to the world colors everything she sees. Her vocoder changed her voice to be different, lest she sound too much like the original. A borrowed life, that was what she lived. She was a tool for revenge and she knew it. Her father would never tell her that, he would never admit that she was bred to bring down his greatest enemy. But she had read the files. She knew who her mother was. If she could be called a mother at all.
Her face washed, she smoothed her hair down and pulled her buy'ce snugly on her head. The lights blinded her and her HUD clouded up from her breath for a moment before the systems engaged. She walked out of the refresher, her armor on, helmet secure and vocoder active. She was forlorn, although hidden by her buy'ce, her shoulders slumped. She did not relish the coming trip but she tried to hide that sentiment in her voice as she greeted him.
"I'm ready. Where we headed?"
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
Posts: 469
Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 1, 2013 20:00:59 GMT -8
Taung noticed the slump in her shoulders, it didnt take long for Mandalorians, or anyone really, who spent a lot of time around other people in armor to start being able to read body language through the subtle hang or shift of the plates. He could tell that she didnt have enthusiasm for this trip like others prior, in the last battle over Lianna he had sent her and a pilot away in a stealth bomber to safety. She was a clone of Lord Sinistra....though he still referred to her as Lady Sinistra...Lord just didnt sound right, and history was full of empresses, queens, and other female dignitaries or those in power who commanded no less power than those who used the male honorific. The dna from Sinistra was taken when Taung's troops had captured her on Lianna a number of years ago, and Gaeza had been cloned along with Sinistra's then apprentice with the intent to infiltrate the Sith group Dark Tide, but that seemed a lifetime ago and things had changed. Dark Tide was no longer the powerhouse nor the threat that it once had been, it had never recovered from the crushing defeat of their fleets that day. Plans for revenge laid so long ago had gone so far as to retrieve Lord Sinistra's holocron and spending small fortunes to have Gaeza cloned and have mental blocks placed so that she would be loyal to Taung, but a clone was only as useful as their biological age, and thanks to advances in cloning and understanding of aging, a dormant gene lay in Gaeza that would slow down her metabolism to a normal human level, possibly even slower, lowering her aging rate. Nothing was a garuntee when it came to biology, but it was there. Now as he looked at the sounding upbeat, but clearly downbeat girl that he had raised as his own, but taking extreme precautions to protect, lest Lord Sinistra decide to remove a rival or a potential threat as she had done to Deniia, the clone of her dead apprentice, and not for the first time did his thoughts stray away from the now cold and dead thoughts of revenge.
*He tilted his head slightly to the side.*
"Whats wrong?" *he asked in a knowing voice.*
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Post by Gaeza H'rel on Oct 3, 2013 10:01:16 GMT -8
"Nothing. I just don't feel well. Looking through the HUD gives me a headache."
She fiddled with the tips of the gloves on her left hand, the seam wearing thin where she played with the holster tied to her thigh. The sheen had eroded from the leather, the color now a sallow grey instead of the bright blue they had once been. The cracks and creases on the palms were streaks of grey through steely blue. It's never nothing when a woman says it, no matter their age, but she had been through this conversation before with him. Her anonymity was for her own protection. She flexed her fingers, feeling a strange sensation that others would recognize as the fringes of the Force, but it fled from her when she tried to grasp at it.
Gaeza pushed off from the door frame where she had been leaning, her bootfalls muted by the thick carpet in the suite. Large round view ports in the rooms stared out into the abyss of deep space, the unblinking eye of a monstrous metal nightmare bent on the destruction of those who stood in opposition to Taung. She stopped before one of them, her eyes sweeping over the sea of distant planets, her mind wrapped in on itself in rebellious anger and mock teenage despair. She was being slightly unfair to him and she knew it, but then again, she could only react to what she knew. Even though she didn't know the whole truth, she knew enough to be upset with the prospect that she was grown as a weapon and that the one who she called father would sacrifice her one day to spite the one who had her face. Everyone jumps to conclusions at some points, it is invariably part of the human condition. It was no different for her, clone or not.
Her confusion and anxiety doubled down, miring her in a depression that she refused to speak of. Too many secrets, too many lies, too many sleepless nights had been haunting her lately. She would wake up in bed, drenched with sweat and shivering, plagued by visions of a battle she couldn't win. There was fire and heat, flashes of color as lightsabers hummed around her. And death, she could smell the death of those she cared for, blood on her hands. The blood was hers, there was a flash and a pain in her side just before she would wake gasping for breath amid smoke that wasn't there.
The more she thought of the dream, the more she kept it to herself, the more it depressed her, along with the things she learned from snooping where she should not have been. It overwhelmed and consumed her, and now in front of the window, it threatened to catch up with her. Wrapped up in her own self deprecation, she lost track of everything around her but something else trembled as the Force lashed out from her and shoved the table next her clear across the room, the loud din snapping her out of her trance, her pistols in her hands and ready to meet whatever threat had managed to breach their private quarters.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Oct 3, 2013 10:59:07 GMT -8
*Just as fast as Gaeza had moved, Taung also moved, spinning and bringing his Nynir that was always hanging at his side up and sighted on the door before the table had hit the wall. It was a reflex honed over many years to react to unexpected threats. He held that pose, staring at the center of the quarters door, his wall penetrating radar pouring energy around the room, searching for any hint of a threat that Gaeza might have sensed or noticed. His eyes shifted back and forth for a second or two before lowering the weapon and turning slowly back to her, looking over at the table, now against the wall, and then back to her.*
"Its not the HUD is it." It was a statement, not a question.
He sighed, there wasnt any point in putting the talk off any longer he supposed. He had been afraid of this moment, when the past would come up and he would be forced to find out just what his now cold and dead plans for revenge had wrought, about what would happen to the girl that he had come to love.
"How about we sit down and you tell me exactly what is bothering you, and no lying. I won't be surprised by anything you say. A little afraid maybe, but I think we both know what this is going to be about."
*He pulled off his helmet and pulled two comfortable chairs together facing one another, sitting in one and inviting her to sit in the other.*
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Post by Gaeza H'rel on Oct 3, 2013 16:38:57 GMT -8
Her pulse beat a rata-tat-tat like a hungry woodpecker on a dead tree. Her breath came in fast, heaving gasps, slumping back against the window. She still held the pistols in her hands, sliding down the window to collapse on the floor. Her arms crossed on top of her knees, her helmet slumped behind her arms. Tears overtook her, shoulders shaking in defeat as she scared herself and him. She was going crazy, she was sure of it. He would surely get rid of her now, clones of force users were notoriously unstable. Was it the mysterious Force? Was it the evil she was born from? The sobs screeched through her vocoder, her gasps getting quicker she hyperventilated inside the silver and blue buy'ce. She released the blasters, letting them hit the floor haphazardly. He would be upset at her reckless treatment of her weapons but at the prospect that she was going to be killed or sacrificed anyway, she only sobbed harder. An overwhelming sense of claustrophobia seized her throat and she scrambled at trying to get her helmet off. It rolled across the floor, her body flushed with a wave of heat and lightheadedness. Tears and nausea pushed her over on her side, and she heaved her breakfast on the carpet, her hands pushing her off the rug.
Her face was a mass of purple and red, the fading colors of a panic attack completed with a very runny nose. Sinking down to her elbows she sobbed until the tears wouldn't come anymore. It seemed like forever, until at last her breath and heart were stilled to normal. She spoke the floor, unable to look him in the eye. Exhaustion weighed on her, clarity finally calming her traitorous emotions.
"I know the truth. You left your terminal unlocked, I wasn't looking for it, but there it was. I saw my file on the hard drive. You cloned me from a Sith. That's why you guard my face. You made me from the most dangerous Sith in the galaxy and she doesn't know I exist. I read it all,, the attack on Lianna, the cloned apprentice, the holocron. So what's the plan? Use me to take her down? Sacrifice me to strike at her? Then there's the fact that you can't make a stable clone from a force user. I'm a time bomb and you know it. So really, why should I be excited to go another hunt. I'm just a tool for your revenge."
Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she turned her face to the window and stared out at the ever constant stars.
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