BadSamaritan

What about a moniter from 98? Thats how old mine is. Although the screen is starting to waver now....

4000 posts since 2002? Im about to break 4k at the other board i frequent, and I started there last january.

MyIE2, which I belive is an older version of firefox. Ill upgrade when the next non-beta release is available.

The problem with most top 10 music things in the US, is they never, ever, EVER, include all genres of music. Its always pop/rap, pop/rock, country, ect. ect...... And punk, harcore, death metal, and everything else I listen to are never included an ony of them. So i think they are all wrong.

Murder Dolls - Dead in Hollywood.

he has a point, it would become pointless eventually. Although we are getting a lot of things outof the way.....

it seems that your roleplay had died, as has the other small RP. What gives?

Seryk layed on the ground, his body motionless, still out cold from the kick that the dark jedi had given him. But his mind was a storm of thoughts. Dreams of the past, the present, and the future surrounded his mind. He reveled in the memories of he and his father playing games when he was a child. He cursed at the recent memories of his battle with the dark jedi, and how poorly he had done. But the other dreams, the ones he couldnt place, frightened him. He saw the galaxy, just having recently recovering from one massive war, being plunged into yet another. He saw worlds awash in flame, massive fleets destorying each other, and a seemingly infinite cloud of darkness race across the galaxy, engulfing it. He saw famous heroes of the past fall in battle, along with the billions of innocent lives they were trying to protect. He saw others, people he didnt recognize, rise to greatness, only to fall along side them. He also saw figures of people long since thought dead appear, but they to also fell. Seryk screamed, the pain of it all overwhelming him, and bringing him to his knees. But then, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, and he looked up, and saw the face of an old woman. The kindness in her eyes seemed to soothe him, bringing a sudden peace over his body. he slowly stood, and looked at her. He turned his head to the side, and tilted it slightly. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice soft, giving away the fact that he was wary of the woman. She chuckled sofly, almost to herself, and shook her head. "My name is Drea. I lived here, on Tattoine once, long ago. Before your time. When the galaxy was a different place." she said, her voice soft, as if it was being spoken from somewhere far away. Seryk stood there, wondering what she meant, when suddenly, his surroundings changed, and he was standing over his prone body. he looked down at it, startled, and then back up to the old woman. "Surprised? Well, here is a little hint for you. You are having what is called a force dream. Everything you just saw and experienced ws through the force. Even all that you saw of the future." she said, her voice suddenly growing cold, yet sad. "The future? That was the future? Whats going to happen?" he asked, suddenly worried. The old lady simply shook her head, and looked off to the distance. "I cannot tell you that. The force can show you many different possible futures," she said, turning back to him, "All of which can be changed by a single persons actions." she finished, runnng her hand down the side of his helmet. Seryk suddenly felt uncomftorable in his armor, so her removed the helmet, and breathe din some of the warm, fresh air of the desert. He then looked to the woman, a suspect look in his eyes. "Your telling me that what I saw is one of many possible futures, and it can be changed? Even by me?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. The woman smiled, and nodded. "All it takes is one person, although I belive that that point has already passed. Now, the galaxy is about to plunge into dark times, one way or the other. But hopefully, force be willing, it wont last long." she said, hope in her voice. Seryk stood there for a moment, and suddenly felt a cold wind flow across him. He turned to see a robed man standing near them. Around his waist was a belt, with a lightsaber dangling from it. Seryk reached for his on instinct, but the man quickly raised his hand. "There is no need for your weapon. I am not here to fight you." he said, his voice calm and even. The old woman scowled at him slightly, and turned towards him. "You. I may be forced to rest here within the force with you, but that does not mean you can interfere with this." she said, a slight bit of anger in her voice. The figure turned to her, and smiled. "Do not worry old one, I am not here to harm him. I am here to warn him." he said, and Seryk startled at this. Seryk took a step towards him, his hand dropping away from his lightsaber. "Warn me of what? The future? I have already been informed of that." he said, and the figure shook his head. "No. The old one is correct in the fact that what you saw is the most prominent future, but it can be changed. But the road will be difficult. And there are events transpiring now, to make it even more difficult. I am here to warn you of them." he said, and Seryk frowned. "And what would these events be, by chance?" he asked, annoyance dripping from his voice. The figure frowned, seemingly insulted by it. "The Skywalkers are in danger. You must travel to the former home of Obi-wan Kenobi. That is where they went. They will need your help." the figure said, and then vanished. Seryk stood there for a moment, and then looked to the old woman, who seemed to have a confused look on her face. "Who was that?" he asked, confusion in his voice. The old woman turned to him, and slowly smiled. "He... Is someone frm the past also, who fell from the path, to far to ever truelly redeem himself. But as to why he is interfering, I do not know." she said. She looked down to his waist, and reached out for his saber. he began to move to stop her, then stopped. he pulled the saber from his belt, and grasped it knowingly in her hands, running them along the length of the hilt. She turned it over a few times in her hands, and then handed it back to him. Seryk took the blade, and then it came to his mind who the old woman was. She saw the look of astonshiment on his face, and smiled. "You finally realize who I am, do you? I was wondering when you would. But, I suppose you are just like your grandfather in that regard. He always was a little slow for some things. But he excelled in other areas." she said, turning away from him, and looking out into the distance. Seryk nodded, and felt he wanted to ask more, but realised that now was not the time. He tunred to look out into the distance, and sighed. His grandmother turned to him, and smiled. "You must go, you are needed. I can sence it now" she said, and Seryk nodded. he moved to put his helmet back on, and suddenly, he was lying on the ground again. he slowly stood up, his head aching still from the kick. He looked around, and saw that no one had come near him. But he did notice a speeder bike hiding in an alleyway not far from him. he ran towards it, and hopped on. he quickly activated teh bike, and shot off into the desert, not completly understanding how he knew here he was going. But he felt this was the right directin, so he followed it. Back at where he had been just minutes before, the figure appeared again, along with the blue ghost of his grandmother. They watched his speed off, and his grandmother slowly turned to the figure. "Why are you helping the skywalkers?" she asked, confusion in her voice. The figure gave a quick laugh, and then turned to her. "Who said I am helping them?" he asked is a ironic tone, and then he vanished once again. Drea, stood there for a moment, and then turned to look to where Seryk had sped off. And then, slowly, she vanished as well. OOC: WHERE IS EVERYONE ELSE?!?!?!?! POST PEOPLE!!!!

*Files this info away under the heading "Useless Star Wars knowledge I will never have need of, but I shall remember for painfull trivia"*

I assume Asyr was around right up until the Vong invasion. Prolly got herself killed in battle, knowing her.

Im not much for add-ons. Im simply waiting for reloaded.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! challanges Jahled for control of Olive*

IC: Seryk heard the sound of a saber igniting behind him, and he heard a voice speak. He heard the words, and understood them completely. He was being threatened by a jedi, a dark one at that. He had never expected that tattoine would bring him so many interesting things. He let go of the chiss womans hands, and then ignited the rockets on his jet pack. Flying upwards, he grabbed his grandmothers lightsaber from his waist, and ignited it. The dark blue blade shot from ths hilt with a snap-hiss, and seryk backflipped in mid-air, just in time to deflect a blow from the man who had been behind him. He came back down, and quickly raised the saber into a defensive stance as the man backed away for a moment. "A mandalorian warrior, carrying the blade of a jedi? Isnt that just a little odd?" the man seemed to ask to no one in particular. Seryk simply smiled, and nodded. "Odd, yes. But, it is who I am." he said, watching the movements of the dark jedi carefully. He knew that while the others mans saber had two blades, that is not what gave him the advantage on this fight. What gave the man the advantage, was the fact that he was trained as a jedi, and Seryk was not. But Seryk had years of combat training to rely on, and he hoped that it would be enough. The man smiled, sensing his thoughts, and suddenly struck, twirling his blade in a rapid fashion. Seryk parried the blows, carefully studying the mans technique, hoping to find some flaw in it. But soon, defence was all that Seryk was thinking off. He had never been in a fight like this before. Every time he tried to go on the offensive, the man parried his blade in such a way tio force him back onto the defence. Seryk was quickly being forced backwards, to what end he did not know. The man suddenly lept over him, and Seryk quickly spun, sweeping his saber around, slapping aside the blade which had been coming towards him. Seryk was surprised by this, he hadnt even seen that attack coming, but he had known about it. He pushed the thought out of his mind, and began concentrating on defending himself again. He continued to watch the man, and he began to notice small details as to how the man planned his attacks. Small adjustments in his stance, slight twitches of the wrist, all slowly began to give away his patern. And suddenly, he saw it. The opening in the attack was small, but it was there. The man spun on his heels, in an attempt to bring the tip of his lightsaber into the his stomach. Seryk stepped closer to he man, and turned to his side, parrying the blow. At the same time, he released a side-kick which cought the man off gaurd. The man stumbled and began to turn to face him, and Seryk took the attack. Seryk spun his blade quickly, and brough it down on the hilt of the mans saber. The saber fell in two, on of the blades vanishing. The man growled in anger, and took a massive leap to put some distance between himself and Seryk. He adjusted his stance to one better suited to the use of a single balded sabre, and frowned. "You are quite good, but you still have much to learn." he said, and Seryk smiled. "If I have so much to learn, then why is your sabre in tow pieces?" Seryk said, and the man seemed to be angered by the statement. He charged, and Seryk readied himself for yet another onslaught of attacks. He raised his sabre in a defensive stance, and moved it to parry the first blow. Suddenly, Seryk was lifted off his feet, and thrown backwards. He landed hard on the ground, and rolled for a few more feet. He looked up just in time to see the man leaping towards him. Seryk quickly activated his jetpack, and was rewarded by seing the man plunge his sabre into the ground where he had just been lying prone. Seryk flew up, and then back down, landing on his feet. He turned in time to see the man running towards him, and Seryk altered his stance, waiting for the attack. The man swung his saber in a tight arc, and Seryk parried the blow, and used the momentum of his parry to carry himself aroun on his heels. As he did so, he adjusted the grip on his lightsaber, putting one hand directly on the butt of the hilt. When he came back around, he began to almost push the sabre up to where the mans stomach should have been, only to see that the man had almost copied his move exactly. Seryks blade, instead of aiming at the mans stomach, was aiming at his kidney. And the other mans blade, was pointed almost directly at his head. Both men halted their attacks, and stood there. They didnt move from there positions, each of them seeming to be carefully planning there next move. And each of them knew that it was a stalemate. Neither could attack the other from their current postions without leavingthemselves horribly open to the other. "Well fought, mandalorian." the man said, and Seryk nodded. "Likewise." Seryk responded, a hint of respect in his voice. He then noticed movement off to hs side, and risked a small glance in that direction. He saw the chiss woman standing there, watching them both, a bored look on her face. She waved her hand, and Seryk flew through the air backwards, landing on his back. He rolled, and began to come up on his feet, just in time to see the man flying at him, his leg stretched out for a kick. Seryk tried to dodge it, but the man struck him in the side of his head. Stars exploded in front if his eyes, and he fell to the ground. Moments later, he was out cold. Darth Malice reached down, and picked up the man lightsaber. He inspected it carefully, and nodded in admiration. It was intricatly designed, and by the looks of it, quite old. He threw it down to the mans side, and turned back to Shren. "Come, let us go see what the Skywalkers are doing." he said, walking past her. She looked to the fallen warrior, and then back to Malice. "Arent you going to finish him?" she asked, curiosity and anger in her voice. Malice turned to her, and frowned. "No. He fought well, even for being untrained in the use of a lightsaber. Well enough, that he could have possibly even beaten me, given enough time. I have a feeling that we will be seeing him again. And when we do, I want to face him. He will provide an interesting challange." He said, and he then turned, and began to walk away again. Shren simply shrugged, and then turned back to the warrior. She to has a feeling that they would be seeing him again. But in the back of her mind, she also had the feeling that Malice may be under-estimating the man. She then turned, and walked to follow Malice. They needed to find the Skywalkers, and figure out what they were up to. OOC: lets see, I managed to break Malices Saber, and keep myself alive. That good enough for me. Also, I need to learn how to spell. I went through it three times, and still had to edit it after I posted it.

That would explain why he is protecting Tattooine.

Thrawn?

And here I am running an old GForce II. My comp sucks. Luckily, zipzoomfly is dirt cheap, so a 256 MB vid card is only going to run me about 150.

Yah, it should all work. SO well that htere sint a game on this planet you shouldnt be able to run.

If that wont run battlefronts, than we all may be in for some serious upgrading soon.

OOC: Get ready, its a long one. Seryk slept comfortably in the escpae pod as it raced otwards its destinations. He was awoken only when the the crach alarm began to go off. he looked out the viewport, and noticed the outside of the pod beginning to glow red with friction. He quickly strapped himself in, and waited for the pod to land. When it fianlly did hit, Seryk was shaekn to the core as the pod rocked though it had been hit by a turbolaser. he could feel the pod bounce back up into the air, and then he felt the pod hit again. he gritted his teeth as the pod rolled a buit, and then came to a stop. Seryk sighed in relief, and then realized that he was hanging upside down. Seryk sighed, and brased for what was going to be an ugly fall. he relased his harness, and did his best to brace himself as he fell to the other side of the pod. he hit hard, and had the wind knowcked out of hism for a few moments. he sat there, regaining his breath, and then slowly stood up as best he could in the cramped pod. he looked out the viewport, and realized why he had bounced. he had hoped to land in a sandy area without rocks, but he knew there was a hcance that he would land somehere unpleasent. And it seemed he had botten a bot of both worlds. the area he landed in was rocky for the most part, but he could tell that there was at least a few feet of sand covering the ground. Seryk reached over, and grabbed the susrvival kit, and then checked the small onboard computer. he smiled, seeing that he was only a short distance from his destination. he then reached over to the hatch, and hit the button to open it. the hatch blasted outward, and Seryk cursed at himself for forgetting how loud the escpae hatch could get. He waited or the rining to leave his ears, and then stepped out into the blazing suns of tatooine. Seryk resisted the urge to take a sip of his water, he had no diea how long he would be out here for, or if his grandfathers hidden spot would have any supplies. He pulled out one of this datapads, and began to walk in the direction his datapad indicated. As he walked, he though about what he might find there. He knew that more than likely, he would simply find a smugglers hiding spot, with some spare parts, maybe some ancient imperial creds, and some equallty ancient dry rations. But he had a feeling he would find more. Byt the way his grandfather talked abotu it, it seemd that this place was more like a home away from the rest of the galexy then a mere hiding spot. But he also knoew that if it was something more, all it would leave him wih in the long run was more questions than he had now, and probably no answers. But it was something he felt he had to do. After a while, Seryk reached onto his emergency supplies, and took out a msall pouch. he opened it, and pop one of the capsules from the pouch into his mouth. It would keep him from the mental effects of de-hydration, but not the physical. But he knew he had to conserve his water. As he put the pouch back, he noticed an outcropping in the distance that just didnt seem right. To most passers-bye, it would have looked like just another rock grouping, but he felt almost drawn to it. he pulled out his datapad, and realized it was very close to teh coordinated in his grandfathers logs. he looked back to the formation, and began to walk towards it. As he got to the rocks, he realized that the rocks werent here naturally, but seemed to have been placed here to colver something. he walked around them, looking for any kind of entrance or marker. After a few minutes, he noticed a very small symbol one one of the rocks. he leaned closer to inspect it, and found it caked with years of dust. he reached out to brush the dust off with his had, and as he did, he felt a small prick in his fingers. he pulled his hand back quickly, wondering if he had set off some sort of trap. But instead, a portion of the rock moved inwards, and to the side. Seryk stood up slowly, and looked insode the rock. he saw a long passageway which was slowly being illuminated by small lights. he netered the passage, and as he moved forward, the door behind him rolled shut. he turned to look at it again, and tuned back to the passegeway. he began to walk down it, wondering why his grandfather had needed such an elaborate system for a hiding spot. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. This was confusing him slightly. This semed more like a hidden base than a small hideway. He continued on down the passage, and finally came to a small alcove. The alcove was empty except for a ring of lights along the ceiling. he walked around it, wondering where the next door was. After an inspection of the alcove, he could see no more things that would hint to another door. he sighed, and ran his hand though his hair, wondering what to do. As he did so, he looked up, and noticed that some of thie lights were diferent from the rest. They looked more like holes than actual lights. Seryk walked over to that part of the wall, and pusshed on it. A seamless door appeared, and moved inward, and then to the side. Seryk walked though it, and was astounded by what he saw. Instead of more rocks, he found himself in what looked like an old pre-fabricated shelter. the walls were all a dusty grey, but he could see a ew spots where the white walls still shown through all the dust. off to his right, he could see what looked to be a small living space, with a pair of chairs and a small desk. to his let, he saw a small alcove with a bed in it, and a few shelves with nick-nacks on it. In front of him, was a small kitchen. Seryk walked towards the kitchen, and straight to what he figured was a water outlet. he hit a small button, and dirty water dribbled out of the spigot for a few moments, but was quickly followed by clear water. he reached his hand nderneath it, and began to greedily gulp the water. As he did this, he suddenly heard a tinny voice from behind him. "Dont waste the water master, we dont have much!" it said, and Seryk quickly spun, just in time to see a msall droid hovering not far from him. Seryk fell backwards slightly, and hit his head on a low-sitting cupboard. he cursed, and the optical sensor on the droid went wide. "Master!! Mistress Terya does not allow such languse in her home!" the small droid said, and Seryk tilted his head to the side slightly. "Terya? Who is that? This place was my grandfathers." he asked, and the little droid titled to the side slightly. "Mistress Terya is who I said she is, Mistress Terya. And she does not allow such language. As for your grandfather, what was his name?" the droid asked, and Seryk raised one of his eyebrows. It was an odd question for the droid to be asking, but he decided to oblige it. "My grandfathers name was Dally, my fathers name was Tridith. My name is Seryk." he said, and the droid made a sound as though it were laughing. Seryk frowned, and resisted th urge to swat at the droid. "Whats so funny?" he asked. "Master, Dally and Tridith were noth ftaher and son. They were brothers." the droid said, and it turned and flew over to one of the shelves. It extended a small arm, and grabbed ahold of a small picture. It brought it over to Seryk, and Seryk removed it from the droids grasper. he looked at it, and saw what appeared to be a much ynounger version of his father, along with the face of his grandfather. or if this droid were to be belived, his uncle. Seryk looked back up to the droid, and frowned. "Brothers?" But why would my father lie to me? he always told me Dally was my grandfather. He had no reason to lie to me." Seryk said, his voice showing his annoyance. The droid did a little up down motion, as if pantomiming a shrugging of the shoulders. "That information is something I am not privy to. Why do you not ask your uncle the next time you see him? I have not seen him in years." the droid said, and Seryk looked to the ground. "He died a few decades ago in a space battle against the empire, over a planet called Endor. And my father, he died nto to long ago fighting an alien race that was tryin to kill everyone." he said, and he walked over to the small bedroom, and saw more pictures there. Most of them were of his father and apparent uncle, but a few were of planets that he had never seen before. "Oh. I am sad to hear that. Your uncle had so hoped that he one day would be able to tell someone of the family legacy." the droid said, following him closely. Seryk looked to the droid, and nodded. "That why I am here. I dont know anything about the fmaily history. I was hoping to find some clues to it." he said, and he looked over to the wall. he saw a small closet there, and he went over and opened it. It was empty, but the littel droid hoered over to his side. "There is more behind the wall, in a compartment." the droid said, and Seryk nodded. Seryk leaned forward, and pressed on the back of the closet, and watched as the wall slid to the side. When he saw what was inside, his jaw dropped, and the droid flew forward a bit. "Your real grandfather kept this suit as a spare to his other one. He never had to use it though, which is why it is so spotless. he clened it constantly. The mistress always nagged him about it however." the droid said, and Seryk leaned forward to remove the headpeice of the suit. He brought it closer to him and turned it ovver in his hands. he had read about these in history books, but never though that he would be able to hold part of one in his hands, let alone a whole suit. he tuned the helmet back over, and stared at the faceplate. Mandalorian armor. The armor of one of the fiercest warrior races in the galaxy at one time. Now, thugh mostly a part of history, some still sough after the armor for its sheer durability in combat. Seryk looked up at the littel droid, and shookl his head. "My grandffather was a mandalorian?" he asked, awe in his voice. he had expected to find next to nothing here, but instead he was finding everything. "Yes. A very nice one indeed. Whch is why he and your grandmother had to hide their marriage from everyone. it was forbidden in both cultures for the most part, at that time." the droid said. the droid turned, and moved to the other side of the room, where there was anothe closet. he droid pushed a msall button, and the closet opened up. Inside of it was nothing more than a msall rack of robes, which Seryk identified almost immediatly. The robes of a jedi. "Hold on a moment," Seryk said, waving his hands in the air. "Your telling me my grandmother was jedi?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. This was getting way to strange. he was temped to shoot himself iwht his blaster just to make sure the escape pods landing hadnt knowcked him out cold and he wasnt asleeping. "Yes, she was. She was ranked rather high, I think. She never talked about it much after she married the master. She seemed sad for some reason." the droid said, and he turned to look at Seryk. "Could their marriage have been why your uncle hid the truth from yout father?" the droid asked. Seryk shook his headm and sat down on the old bed. "No. He hid it becuase the Jedi and their anyone with any force potential was killed out when the empire rose to power. If the empire had found out about us, we would have been killed. He hid the truth from us to save us." Seryk said, the weight of all of this falling on him rather quickly. Not alny had his Uncle been fighting for the fate of the galaxy at Endor, he had been fighting to be able to tell his fatehr the truth. And he died without realizing his dream. He looked over to the droid, and shook his head. "This is all pretty overwhelming. I dont even know How I am supposed to react to all of this." Seryk said, and the droid came and hovered in fron tof his face. "Your uncle said once, that for this family to accept who it is, it must embrace its pasts, both sides of it." the droid said. the droid hevered into the closet full of robes, and came back out, a case in its extended grabbers. Seryk took the case, and opened it. His eyes widened, and he reached in, and pulled out the lightsaber that was inside of it. he held it up, and inspected it closely. It was very intricate in its design, obviously not your every-day lightsaber. It swirls on its outer-casing were carefully laid in a sotthing pattern, and they all seemed to come to a point well above the tp of the hilt. Also at the top of the hilt were four claw like prongs, which he guessed would look as though they gripped the blade when it was activated. He found the button to activate it hidden in one of the many sworls on the hilt, and pressed it. A dark blue balde of energy appeared, and Seryk smiled. he had always like that color. he stood up, and carefully took the blade through a few practice swings. "Be carefull master, you wouldnt want to hurt yourself." the littel droid said. Seryk simply smiled, and put the helmet down on the bed. he then began to take the balde through a complicated seried of strikes, gaurd manuevers, and slashing attacks, reaching back to his childhood when he had learned the art of sword use from an alderly man. Seryk also added in a series of twirling kicks and hand strikes, which he ahd also learned. He ended the quick practice, and de-activated the balde with a quick tapof the button again. "Im not to worried, i was put though some very intesive training on Chandrilla when I was younger. My father insisted on it. He said it would discipline me. I never thought it would have this kind of use though." he said, and he looked over to the armor sitting in the closet. Its grey and red coloring almost drawing him to it. he placed the lightsabe down on the bed. he looked over to the droid, and smiled. "Do you think it would fit me?" he asked, and the droid seemed to do a quick one over of Seryk. "You appear to be about the same size as your grandfather, although he had a lot less hair." the droid said, and Seryk chuckled. he walked into the closet, and began to remove parts of the armor from the stand it was on. * * * * * * After a while, Seryk stood back up, and wnet to look at himsefl in the mirror. he suit was a bit tight around the middle, btu he figured that it was due to the minor gut he had been building the past few years as a smuggler. The jetback on his back felt a littel to heavy, and he was tempted to remove it. he went back over, and picked up the lightsaber, and activated it. The little droid floated in fron tof him, and seemed to bob up and down in approval. "Are you going to embrace both sides of your past master?" it asked, and Seryk nodded, reaching fro the helmet. "Yes, I am. I dont think I will ever be able to come to full terms with who I am. But maybe this will be a good start" he said, cradling the helmet under his arm. he moved over to the small living room, looked around quickly. he didnt see much of interest at the moment, and decided he could come back later to inspect the house further. He looked over to the droid, and nodded his head. "I hate to be leaving so soon, But I need to get to Mos Eilsey. And is a long walk." he said, and he began to walk towards the exit. The droid suddenly hovered in front on him, and shook itself back and forth. "Master, walking is not needed. The masters speeder is still in the hanger. Sadly, his ship is not. He never returned the last time he anf the mistress left." the droid said, and Seryk nodded. Eventually he would have to find ot what happened to them. But until then, he had to get back t the Skywalkers. "Alright, show me where it is." he said, and the droid led him to the back door which he had forgotten about. Once through it, he could see the ancient speeder sitting in the corner. Surprisingly, it started up immediatly. A few minutes later, the door to the outside was open, and Seryk was on his way back to Mos Eisley as fast as the speeder could carry him. OOC: Ok, a really really really long one. But I needed to be able to at least make an attempt at going toe-to-toe with a reporan warrior.

Seryk sat in the cockpit of his ship, reading through more of his grandfathers memos when a loud beeping forced his mind away from his history. He looked over to the console the beeping was eminating from, and sighed. The hyperdrive was overheating. And at the rate they were going, they would burn out soon. He looked over to another console, and smiled slightly. They only had a few minutes left before they reverted to realspace. He placed his datapad on the co-pilots seat, and thought for a moment about waking the others. He decided against it, Luke and Mara needed their rest, and did Burt and Ben. He make a few final checks of all his systems, and as the numbers reached zero, he pushed forward on the levers, throwing them back into realspace. Almost immediatly afterwards, however, there was a massive bang from the back of the ship, and Seryk cursed loudly. He checked his boards, and saw that the hyperdrive had decided to go and blow itself up. But even worse, it had damaged the engines in the process. He gingerly edged the ship towards the planet, praying to whatever gods that may have been listening. Mara and Luke came up to the cockpit, followed closely by Ben. Mara leaqned opver Seryks' shoulder, and frowned. "The hyperdrive went out, didnt it?" she asked, worry in her voice. Seryk nodded, concentrating to much on keeping the engines running to talk. Luke sat down in the copilots seat, and Mara stood behind him, her hands on his shoulders. "Will we make it to Mos Eisley?" She asked, and once again, Seryk nodded. "You guys will, yes. Along with Burt. As for myself, our course is going to take us right over where I want to go. so I will be ejecting in an escape pod to get there quicker." he said, and Luke looked over to him, dumbfounded. "What about your ship? And Burt?" he asked, his voice showing the shock he was in. "There is a used ship lot just north of Mos Eisley, take it there. Its where I found it. Tell the owner I sent you. He will take care of the ship. As for Burt, he will remain with the ship until I get back." Seryk, said, and he looked up to Mara. "You think you can fly this heap that far?" he asked, and Mara nodded slowly. "It wont be easy, but we will manage. How will you be getting back to Mos Eisley?" she asked, wonder in her voice. "Ill be giving you some two-way communicators, so we can all keep in touch in case of an emergency. Ill call if I need a pickup. I trust you two will be able to find a ship for all of us?" Seryk asked, looking back to his controls. The engines were overheating quickly, so he cut back on the power, slowing them slightly. Luke nodded, and looked over to Seryk. "Yes, but why all of us?" Shouldnt you be going back to Karrde?" he asked. "No. Between the five of us, I think it would be best if we all went and reported in to the GFFA leadership. They will want all the info we can give them on whoever those things were." Seryk said, and he noticed the engines were still over heating to quickly. He cusred under his breath, and pulled back on the power a bit more. "True," Luke said, reaching over to a control switch to adjust the power flow in an attempt to stabalize the shields. "They will need to debrief you. Any info you can give on the Repora is usefull, even though you only faced the ships." he said, watching the sensors carefully. Mara noticed this, and frowned. "Whats wrong?" she asked, taking a closer look to the sensors herself. "I dont know," Luke said, his face growing worried. "I just have a bad feeling." "You will be fine in Mos Eisley, trust me. Being who you are, if the need arrives, Im guessing the whole sity will rise up to help save you if need be." Seryk said, also paying attention to the sensors. He suddenly stood, and looked over to Mara. "Take over, this is where I get off." he said, and he reached into a small compartment. He pulled out a set of small two-way communicators, and handed one to Luke. Luke took it, and nodded. Seryk then turned, and walked to the back of the ship. He saw Burt sitting at a console, practicing his flying again. Seryk smiled, and walked over to the remaining escape pod. He climbed in, and closed the hatch. He checked the emergency supplies, just in case he missed his landing zone, and then nodded. He belted himself in, and then, could feel as Mara ejected the pod prom the cockpit. Seryk quickly programmed the pos to land in a specific area, and then turned to watch as his ship grew farther and farther into the distance. He sighed, and wondered if it would ever fly again. He leaned back, and smiled. He knew he would get it running again, someday. As the pod rocketed off to its destination, Seryk fell asleep. As he slept, he heard two voices, almost beckoning him on. One was the caring voice of an old lady, but the other was a darker voice, one Seryk only had heard in his nightmares. OOC: Ok Stellar, your up. Dont go getting my ship blasted into bits!!!

I dunno about a forum, but there is a SW vs. ST thread.....

RoTJ, and Clerks.

I watched it on and off. Seemed pretty cool.

Seryk leaned back in his since and winced in pain, and gingerly touched the blast scorch on his leg. Mara looked over to him, and smiled. Seryk then felt a soothing comfort roll over him, and the pain in his leg diminished. he looked over to her, and nodded. "Thank you," he said, and he bagen to stand up,"But you need to go tend to your husband, and I need to check on the ship. I think I heard a few things break loose during the fight. Need to make sure we can get to where we are going." he said, and he turned and began to walk to the back of the ship. Mara nodded, and stood up to follow him. "Where are we headed, exactly?" she asked, and Seryk turned to look at her. "Tatooine. Its relatively close, I think, and has the kind of places we will need to repare the ship, or buy a new one if need be." he said, and Mara nodded. "Luke hasnt ben there in years anyways. I think it will do him some good to see it again." mara said. She then tilted her head to the side, and one of her eyebrows raised up slightly. "You have another reason though, dont you?" she asked, her tone of voice questioning, but at the same time, knowing. Seryk stopped, and turned to look at her. "Yes," he said after a few moments,"my grandfather left a recording in the log file of this ship, mentioning a hideaway on Tatooine that he had been forced to use a few times. From how he talked about it, i think there may be a bit more to it then that." he said, and he turned and walked towards the engine room. Mara simply nodded, and then walked over to where Burt was trying to help Luke. He was obviously inexperienced at it though, so Mara knelt down beside him. Seryk walked into the engine room, and looked at a few gauges. He then noticed a small blinking light, and he hit the wall with his fist. he reached over to a console, and tapped a few buttons. He swore, and then turned and walked out of the engine room, and back to where the others were. "We have a problem," he said as he neared them. "We are leaking coolant, and leaking fast. Its going to be gone in not to long." he said, and he reached into the med-kit, and pulled out a pair of bacta patches. As he ripped open the packets, Burt looked over to him, and frowned. "How long exactly?" he asked, worry in his voice. Deryk slapped one of the patches onto his leg, and then began to open the second one. "let me put it this way. IF the ships engines last long enough to actually get us to the planet, they will need a complete rebuild before she goes anywhere again. meaning we are out of a ship." he said, applying the last bacta patch onto his leg. Luke turned to him, and smiled. "Dont worry, we can get another ship. If we cant buy one, we can get ahold of the alliance and have one sent to us." he said, and Seryk simply sneered at him. "So tell me, what about my ship? is the alliance going to pay for its repair?" he asked, and Mara shook her head. "Yes, we will see that you are compensated. But the fact that you seem to be thinking more of your ship than of human lives is sickening." she said, and ben nodded in agreement. Seryk simply shrugged, and then stood up. He began to walk back towards the cockpit of the ship, and then turned back to look at Mara and Luke. "Your welcome." he said simply, and he turned and walked back to the cockpit. Once there, he sat down, and began to downlaod all the personal files from the ships computer into a series of datapads. He knew that the ship wasnt going to leave Tatooine for a long time at best, so he had to get all the files he wanted to keep with him. He made sure to save the file of his grandfather, and all the other files that seemed to pertain to it. Once this was done, he sat back, and rubbed his hand lovingly over the console. He had just gotten the ship, and he was being forced to give it up already. He looked out to the swirls of hyperspace, and wondered what he was going to do. Without a ship, he couldnt get back to Karrde, nor could he work. But Burt was also stranded with him, and he needed to get back also. Seryk sighed, and thought about his options as the ship travelled. It shouldnt take to long to get to Tattoine, so he didnt have much tme to form a plan. But he knew he would think of something. OOC: Ok, if anything in this post seems wrong, i apologize, I am very tired right now.

PBP on 7,8,9? I cant seem to DL the file for it.