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7/27/2015 8:29:07 PM
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[b]he sheates his sabers, and heads back to the camp.[/b]
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The forces of the imperium look at each other and then follow in silence.
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[b]he walks back to Pavel.[/b] [i]"Director."[/i]
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Pavel looks at the Jedi, Valen stands nearby, the two had been talking earlier. "That's some power, was that your force at work?"
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[i]"it was. And that's only the surface of it."[/i]
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"What's the draw back? Power like that rarely comes without strings attached."
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[i]"years and years of training. And, if used for very long periods of time, it can wear out. And, some uses of the force can be... lethal to the wielder."[/i]
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Pavel nods. "I see, in any rate what did you need?" Valen stares at the Jedi watching his every move.
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[i]"I an here to keep this world from falling into the Summoner's hand. I also see that your colleague here seems to carry the bitter resentment of his former brethren towards my... kind."[/i]
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The Mandalorian takes off his helmet to look you in the eyes. "Nothing former about them, I am Mando'ade. There are still many of us out there, no thanks to your kind." Pavel takes a step between the two.
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[i]"your resentment clouds your judgement. I am no Jedi."[/i]
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He snorts and rolls his eyes. "If I was going to kill you I'd say so, we fight the same enemy now and so I will at least wait."
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[i]"you resent the Jedi for bringing an end to your barbaric ways. They haven't destroyed your race. And I am no Jedi. I am a Gray Jedi. The ancient Jedi destroyed my race as well, as much as the self-proclaimed "sith lords" did."[/i]
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He clenches his fist in anger. "Barbaric to you maybe, but still our culture and way of life. A lot of good it did them too, they still fight, mainly in the shadows."
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[i]"at least your race still lives. You are lucky the Mandalorian people aren't forgotten in history."[/i]
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"We won't be forgotten, our mark on the universe is too big. We won't be erased, we are an idea as much as a people."
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[i]"and so were my people."[/i]
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He looks confused. "Just who are your people?"
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[b]he removes his mask and hood. His entire face is a deep shade of red, small two tendrils hanging off his chin. His eyes glow a fiery orange, and he has a scar on his right eye.[/b] [i]"we called ourselves the Sith Purebloods."[/i]
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Edited by General Percival: 7/27/2015 9:47:41 PMHis face remains neutral. "I take it the sith lords took the name when the conquered your people?"
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[i]"I assume so. After diluting our race to unlock our powers through breeding, the bloodline was separated."[/i]
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He laughs. "That's the problem with relying on a blood line to value your people." He sombers up. "Regardless so long as you fight the summoner I won't try to kill you, that would be counter productive."
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[b]his expression darkens, his eyes burning yellow.[/b] [i]"be warned. Try to kill me. And you will fail."[/i] [b]he looks at pavel with a smile, his eyes returning to their orange glow.[/b] [i]"what is our next move?"[/i]
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Pavel shakes his head. "Well I think this will take awhile, the outpost should serve as a good base of operations while we figure out what the next move is."
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Edited by Shadlezz: 7/27/2015 10:19:29 PM[i]"we should eliminate that sorcerer as soon as possible. As long as he stands, he poses a threat to this entire world."[/i]
