Just a sketch of Ulath from David Eddings the Elenium and Tamuli series. No particular scene from the books.
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It was difficult to control his impatience. Carth focused on landing the Raptor in the Gargon port. The vessel slipped into her dock, touching down softly, and settling lightly on her landing pads. He punched a few buttons and the Raptor's engines went quiet. The sudden silence felt a stark contrast to what he was experiencing on the inside. For a moment the pilot sat and considered the situation.
Somewhere on the planet Revan and Dustil waited for him. But they could be anywhere in the bustling district with its forest of towering high rises and the thousands of people crowded into them. Carth hadn't been this close to his loved ones in years, yet without knowing where they were, he may well have still been in the Inner Core.
In the Raptor's common area his friends were waiting. Bastilla and Jolee were talking softly in a far corner. Canderous, armed to the teeth with a heavy repeating blaster at each hip, was propped aga
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The vibroblade whistled through the air making contact with Dustil's shielded forearm. He grunted with the impact but managed to redirect the weapon away from his body. Quickly the Padawan followed with his own sword, an Echani foil on loan from Motta, and swung it upwards catching his opponent unexpectedly on the breastplate.
Sai Penteg's breath rushed from his lungs and he doubled over with a gasp. Even with the wind knocked from him, the man was fast. He shuffled backwards bringing his own vibroblade up in a protective gesture.
Seeing his opportunity to take the offensive Dustil lunged forward, raising his sword above his head and bringing it smashing down upon Sai's head. Just barely Sai managed to block the attack, the stadium lights gleaming off the edge of the blade a few inches from his face. Dustil saw the look of fear that filled the other mans face as the outcome of this fight suddenly became certain.
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It felt like the old days. Bastilla sat in the co-pilots chair, Carth at the helm. Piloting the starship came so naturally to the man who handled the Raptor like an extension of his own body. Just like he had the Ebon Hawk she reflected. Though Carth seemed tense as he worked the controls. His shoulders were bunched beneath that familiar orange jacket. A scowl creased his handsome face.
Bastilla felt his anger. Anger at her for keeping secrets. At Mission for involving her to begin with. There was an urge to address it, but Bastilla suppressed it with difficulty. It was better she decided to let it go. She had kept information about Revan from him though it had only been with his best interests in mind. From the first moments Bastilla had felt Revan's danger the young Jedi had been conflicted. Not knowing where her friend was left Bastilla powerless to render assistance. When she had contacted Carth the man still spoke of
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"No, this isn't right. I explicitly requested a medical droid, and I was told there was a rebuilt one I could have for cheap," Carth said, struggling to keep from shouting. The Raptor had landed in Wayland without issue. He paid the docking fees and went in search of his cargo where it seemed his plans were beginning to unravel. The Twi'lek who greeted him at the warehouse seemed more preoccupied by a datapad, giving Carth short dismissive answers. The medical droid was no where to be found. Sold to another buyer. Would Mister Onasi like his deposit back?
"Where is your boss?" Carth demanded tensely. The Twi'lek sighed while rolling his eyes before moving into a small office. After a few minutes the man came back, his face beaming with an overly gracious smile.
"Oh, Admiral Onasi," the Twi'lek said giving a little bow of his head. The abrupt change threw Carth. He narrowed his eyes and waited for for the other man to speak agai
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The Unknown World. Night had fallen and somewhere the mysterious Rakata were preparing their ceremony. Back at the Ebon Hawk the mood was somber, even a trifle tense. The crew ate a hasty meal and then sought to occupy themselves until they could seek their beds. Mission and Zaalbar passed the time playing pazaak, Canderous was cleaning his weapons and Jolee and Juhani were engaged in meditation in one of the crew quarters.
Carth walked the ship looking for Revan who was no where in sight. It was HK-47 who pointed the pilot in the right direction.
"Observation: Master has gone outside. I believe she prefers solitude at the moment."
"Thanks HK," Carth said turning on his heel to exit the Hawk. The droid made him uncomfortable with it's homicidal enthusiasm and Carth was always careful to be polite to the thing.
He walked down the ramp, passing into the cool nig
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"I found her! And Dustil too!"
Jolee blinked. He looked sharply at the image of Carth being projected before him. The mans expression was elated with joy. There could be little doubt of Carth's loyalty to Revan, and it pained the old Jedi on a personal level. Not that he begrudged the Admiral his happiness but Jolee's own ghosts rose from the depths of his memory to mock him.
"Are you gong to tell an old man how you accomplished this? Or just sit there and grin like a damn fool," Jolee drawled.
He leaned back in his chair as Carth launched into the story, first the little T3 droid being returned, the message from Dustil Onasi and even one from Revan. Wait. No, Carth said -
"Padawan? When did your boy become a Padawan?" Jolee asked.
"I think it's all rather unofficial. Dustil said that he convinced Revan to train him," Carth explained, his own uncertainty flashing across his expression.
"The Onasi men must be a very per
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"Sir, one of our teams brought back a droid."
The young soldier hesitated and that caught Carth Onasi's attention. He was well liked by his men and preferred to think he was easily approachable, which he was. So it was that Admiral Onasi had learned to be alert when a soldier appeared nervous whilst bringing him news. Carth, hands clasped loosely behind, turned and regarded the youth.
The soldier realized his commanding was waiting for him to continue and he made a nervous squeak drawing in a breath. "Uh, excuse me, uh sir. The droid is asking for you Admiral. It says -"
"Where is it?" Carth asked with such sudden intensity the young man nearly leapt out of his own skin. With a great deal of restraint Carth kept from grabbing the soldier and shaking the information out of him. Something deep within Carth Onasi had stirred. His thoughts whispered a name and with that hope burned in his heart.
The soldier pointed a shaking finger in a vague direction towards the aft of the ve
BesiegedA pall of black smoke hung in a thick shroud over the besieged city. No matter where he went the acrid scent of smoke was pervasive. It ruthlessly burned the nose and eyes. Not even as Svath mounted the tower stairs was the air safe. The young knight, weary and sore, pressed onwards with a cloth held to his nose. Behind him Sir Maxwen was breathing hard and both men moved slowly. It had been a rough night as the city barely withstood the wave of besiegers. Their physical exhaustion was matched only by their reluctance to rouse Sir Ivath with the bleak news of Vessa's capture.
"Is that axe still in his room?" Maxwen asked.
"Probably," Svath said pulling the cloth away to answer. "Why?"
"Before we tell Ivath, let's hide that damn thing," Maxwen suggested. "I'm not keen on your brother having access to sharp objects when we tell him about Vessa."
Svath grunted in agreement. Growing up in the shadow of his elder brother he had developed a healthy respect for Ivath's temper. An
That Scene in the TentAs the king and his generals took their leave of the dining tent Ivath lingered behind. The group of men left in a thunder of rough laughter and the clank of chain mail and weaponry. Ivath stayed motionless and watched them fling aside the canvas flaps to enter the sun drenched afternoon.
The silence following their departure was sudden and welcome. Ivath watched the canvas fall back into place and finally alone he went to the long wooden table which dominated the space. The servants had cleared the remains of the noon meal some time before so the knights and their king could talk war. The maps they had unrolled as they made plans to defend and eventually repel the invasion remained on the table. Even the wooden miniatures of catapults, siege towers and soldiers had been left behind.
Ivath placed his palms on the table and peered at the colorfully inked parchment. The knight adopted a deep scowl and focused his attention on the distance between the Greenwinter mountains and the icy nor