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The Rise of Admiral Onasi ch7
The Rise of Admiral Onasi and the Fall of Darth Revan
The Phantom, personal craft of Darth Revan,
"Fire the missiles," Eva repeated, her eyes locked onto Carth. The man gave a jerky nod of his head but still sat there without moving. He seemed to be in a trance, eyes glazed over as he stared into some middle distance. His thumbs were hesitating just over the controls, not yet bearing down in order fire the heavy missiles. An alarm went off signaling the approach of enemy fighters. Yet that urgent beeping did nothing to yank Carth Onasi from his thoughts. Extending her mind into the Force Eva could feel the weight of his conscious as Carth struggled to fulfill the order.
"Incoming!" Sar bellowed from the radio as he sat at the turret. The Phantom shuddered as her shields took damage. This craft wasn't meant for battle, it was a stealth ship, they couldn't sit here forever while Carth wrestled with the decision. Eva huffed and unbuckled the restraints on the co-
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"As you can see, both remain unharmed," Lassiter said, gesturing to the pair of figures behind him. Smoothly the man stepped aside allowing the holorecorder to capture Carth Onasi and Mission Vao. They stood shoulder to shoulder in what appeared to be a cantina. A familiar one Revan thought. The sight of the bar itched her mind, a scratch just out of reach with the majority of her memories locked away.
On the far side of the hold Dustil hissed sharply. Revan ignored him, her eyes searching the recording for any clues which might reveal where Lasstier was keeping his prisoners.
"Admiral maybe you'd like to say a few words for Revan?" Lassiter said cordially.
"Don't listen to him gorgeous. He plans on taking you back to the Emperor as a prisoner," rushed Carth, his expression filled with urgency. Revan saw the dark circles beneath his eyes. An ache burned her heart to see him so disheveled and tired.
Beside Carth, Mission stood with
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Jolee greeted them at the landing pad. The moment Canderous saw the old mans grim expression he felt his chest tighten. Even with Bastila's reassurance Revan was okay he wasn't going to believe it until he actually saw the woman.
"I won't beat about the bush, things are bad," Jolee said gruffly. His brown eyes looked meaningfully around before he added, "Better to talk in private though. Local authorities are snooping around."
"What about Father?" Dustil interjected, half extending one hand in the mans direction.
"Alive. And the rest you'll find out in private. No arguments."
Jolee led them through port towards the docking bay the Raptor was berthed in. The droids brought up the rear of the party. Along the way Canderous saw more than a few uniformed security guards patrolling the corridor. Each man wore a heavy a blaster at their hip and carried a large carbine rifle over their shoulders. There was a wariness abou
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The laboratory was a smoking ruin. Silence blanketed the room like a shroud. Black marks scorched the once white walls where fire licked them. Lights flickered in their casings. Though most of the lights had gone out entirely, damaged by the explosion. In the heat of the plasma fires the workbenches nearly melted. They sagged sickly, smoldering on their foundations. Revan struggled to her feet gasping then coughing when smoke filled her lungs. She fell back to her knees and retched.
The voice in her mind wasn't hers but Revan obeyed it without question. Dutifully she rose to her feet again, holding her right arm carefully as she moved. The Force shield had not been enough to protect her through the inferno. From shoulder to wrist the skin was burned and blackened. Where flesh had been cooked away by layers, wet red muscle and tendon glistened underneath. Pain and exhaustion left Revan bereft of her abilities. She could not heal h
Fall of Darth Revan and Rise of Admiral Onasi ch6
The Fall of Darth Revan and the Rise of Admiral Onasi
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The Fury, flagship of Darth Revan, Sith Fleet
"What do you want?"
"I have a job for you Canderous."
At the other end of the holocall the grim faced Mandalorian remained silent. Eva knew that meant he was willing to listen. On Taris the grizzled veteran worked as hired muscle for Davik Kang. Though no job the gangster handed off to Canderous Ordo was worthy of such a highly skilled warrior. Frequently Eva tempted him to take small side projects. It wasn't the money the Mandalorian sought either, but the challenge, which she admired. While Eva often thought Canderous wasted his talents as a mercenary she had not been able to convince him to join Darth Revan's cause.
"The son of one of our new captains, I need someone to retrieve the boy from Telos," she said. There was a narrowing of Canderous eyes which indicated curiosity. Eva kept quiet and waited f
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For a while she tried being still, leaning against the wall with one foot propped up against the metal siding. After a time Mission's nerves got the better of her. Ultimately she took to pacing the width of the tunnel. Frequently, nervously, she looked at the lift doors as though she might will Revan and Lassiter to reappear.
Revan surprised her by deviating from the arranged plan, choosing to descend into the bowels of the factory alone with Lassiter. There had been no explanation for it. No protest Mission raised swayed the Jedi either. Finally Mission had seen something in her friends eyes which drew silent acceptance.
"It was probably a premonition, some Jedi thing," Mission said when she was alone. In the empty corridor her voice carried with a faint echo. The sound of her voice bouncing off the walls made her flesh crawl. She wished she hadn't spoken out loud.
Mission considered ignoring Revan and going down in the lif
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"Just like old times," Lassiter smiled when the doors closed on them. Compared to the narrow recycling tunnel with its rust stained walls the bright lift was a sterile contrast for its gleaming white walls. Taking a breath Revan noticed the air here was free from the lingering sour odor of waste that prevailed in the corridor. Most likely the air vents for the laboratory were kept on a separate circuit from the rest of the building. A fail safe mechanism Revan understood should any accidents occur in the laboratory.
"Is it?" asked Revan him while allowing a smile to flicker over her lips.
"When this is all over let's sit down and talk over dinner, you deserve to know your past Revan," he told her seriously. This was followed by a shrug and he added giving her a knowing wink, "That is if Admiral Onasi doesn't object. I sense his feelings for you are strong, but then, you do inspire men to greater heights."
"Perhaps. You could shed light
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At the security checkpoint they were given hard looks from the men standing guard. The trio descended on the crowd at the gate and gave no indication they were going to stop. But Lassiter appeared to have been right about Czerka's enforcers. Unlike the employees stopping to show identification, the green and gold uniforms worn by Jolee and Carth carried more authority than any identity card. Though the thunderous expression hewn onto Carth Onasi's face may have helped part guards and employees alike. Without a word to anyone they passed the gate and continued along the footpath to the administration building.
Beyond the double doors, emblazoned with the Czerka logo, the large lobby served as the show room for the factory. Around the perimeter of the room several models of weapons were kept on display. Standing at the center of the room was a small desk. Two smiling young women sat behind the glossy black counter with datapads in
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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