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Sion hooked the Gizka up into the terminal, hoping to get some information on its owner. The screen came up with, no information. Sion sighed and tried something else. The screen wiped off its previous information and it came up with, owner's location, Yvo's ship.

 

"I shall find this Yvo and kill him," Sion told himself.

 

(Where is Yvo's Master's ship?)

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(( Yvo is her master and not affliated with his old master anymore. Owl is kidnapped. I don't know where the ship is, Archon would know and he isn't on right now. Yvo is trying to get Owl back and has no idea she put Gizka on Sion's ship. Owl is like...the damsel in distress now. Its not Vyo's ship. Its the unknown bad guy's ship LOL ))

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[i GOT THE FIRST POST! Yah! Page 3 and now this page! Oh yea! *Dance, Moon Walk, Dance :p]

 

((Nope, I got first post on page three, and page two, go check! :p ))

 

Owl looked to Ginjin and hugged him tight as he was placed next to him. She was scared and frightened. "Ginjin...I...just don't know..." She then noticed the minion and looked at him, her eyes hard but hurt at the same time. "Have you not beaten us enough?" She slowly got up and put Ginjin down. "Very well..." She followed him, she seemed almost as hard as Queen Amidala. Her voice emotionless...yet striking.

 

The minion laughed, "our master would have preffered to keep your beauty intact, but you struggled too much. Besides, you'll be fine when we've...heheh, treated you," the minion snickered. They soon arrived where the cloaked and hooded figure stood with his sickled staff. The minion said nothing, but bowed and left. The dark spectre stood there, his back turned, in silence he stood, waiting for this small person to speak.

 

Jalin stood out, the battle was finally over... he threw a blaster down.

 

"So uncivilized...." Jalin started. "Now, Yvo, tell me all you can about this enemy, I will help you get your ally back."

 

Yvo stared at Jalin, "this enemy is no one you want to get involved with, he seeks me, and he strikes at the thing that hold my touch just to spite me. This is my battle jedi, there is no need for you to join a fight that is not yours," at this Yvo turned and walked off to get everything of his and Owl's that were scattered around the tree they had been at.

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Yvo pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "help if you wish, but remember, I warned you," he said as he continued to collect his belongings and such.

 

After collecting everything he started to leave, then halted. He looked around, where...where was Ginjin? Yvo knelt down and studied the ground, then got back up, and walked around until he found four dead bodies, he studied them. They were the same minions, and they seemed to have been mauled, torn up by claws and teeth. Yvo concluded that they came for Ginjin as well, and he didn't go without a fight.

 

Yvo's eyebrows arched in anger as he turned and started walking off towards the nearest docking area. He turned his head and called back to Jalin, "come if you truely wish to."

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"Beauty?" she said. She was quite surprised that they would even care about that. She then got nervous when he mentioned treatment. 'They are going to do something to me...' She followed along quite nervous, but curious in many a way. She watched as the minion left and she looked to the cloaked figure. "...What do you want with me and my...allies." She did not say friends, for she was worried in doing so she would place them in greater danger.

 

She stood firm, in perfect posture trying to immitate being in power. Her voice was cold, striking as if she owned a whole planet. It took everything to keep herself able to do this. She worried about Ginjin and Quin. Just more so about Yvo. 'I can't say anything about him...Could this be that...' She shivered at the thought. She gathered her courage again and watched the figure.

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The cloaked figure laughed, it echoed through the ship, it was bone chilling to say the least.

 

"I am that which is unkown to you," he stated cryptically, his voice was almost the opposite of Yvo's, full of many emotions at once. Anger, joy, saddness, despair, happiness, and many more came through his voice, but this only made his voice seem cold, it was also very deep, and hollow.

 

"Who are you who bares the mark of my tratorous minion?" He asked.

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Jalin smiled and ran over to where he had a ship waiting...

 

"Who is this enemy? If you don't mind my asking... oh by the way my name is Jalin.." Jalin said.

 

Yvo stopped and sighed, "I can only warn you, I won't tell you who or what he is, only that he's worse than any sith you'll ever meet."

 

At this Yvo kept walking.

 

" I don't trust you...I don't tell anyone my real name. I go by Owl, so that is all you are getting," she said it firmly trying to act not intimidated by his voice. Just she was. She could feel the shiver go up her spine and she took one step back.

 

The figure straightened up, he was tall, very tall! Taller than Yvo and that was saying alot because Yvo was seven feet tall! He was nine feet tall at least. The scariest thing about it was, his sickled staff was taller.

 

He turned ever so slowly until he faced her completely. He wore a skull as a mask, but you could not see the face nor head which was behind it, only darkness. His eyes were black and hollow but held an unseen fire, a fire of hate, and love. His shoulders bore spikes, and his cloak was tattered about his neck and shoulders. The cloak was clasped together with a different kind of skull, it was longer than a human skull, but still resembled one.

 

His left hand which held his sickle, was gloved with a clawed metal gauntlet, and to say his hands were big was an understatement, he could easily hold Owl's head like a grapefruit, and crush it just as easily. The rest of him was covered with his dark insidious cloak.

 

He laughed once more, "why do you bare a mark so familiar to me?" he asked, cocking his head, "I smell fear in you! Now tell me!" He said his voice escalating, the darker emotions in his voice could be heard more clearly.

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"I will tell you no such thing," she said, backing up once more as he turned. When his voice grew louder the fear was obvious on her face. "My name is personal to me...I do not tell anyone I do not know or trust. There is no trust between us at all, and unless you lower your tone I will tell you nothing." She said it firmly still, she found her name very private. Only Yvo knew and when he called her by her real name she would get very angry.

 

"As you keep your face hidden I keep my name hidden." No ammount of torture or persuasion would never make her tell him. He would have to prove himself to her. "Plus, you have less trust than a person I have never met. Between harming my allies and me you have gained nothing." She glared at him, one that could chill even Sion. Her eyes glowed a gentle red behind the pupils, showing her great dislike for him. If he had ever known her father, it was a trait he had as well.

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Do not be afriad, child. All will be alright, A fatherly version of a voice that was normally dark whispered at the back of Owl's mind.

 

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Shadow had witnessed everything, and although he would have liked to help, as it was just plain unsettling to see a beautiful young girl get taken off the street by some evil looking creatures, he had a job to do. If he didn't do his job, then he was more likely to be dead than the girl. After all, if they had wanted her dead, wouldn't they have just killed her there?

 

His job was simple: Kill a senator who was going to take a walk through the park without any living witnesses to the death. That was going to be a bit difficult, since he had body guards, and body guards always ran away for some reason Shadow could never place. So he set a trap within the little park forest. Thankfully, the others were leaving so they wouldn't be witnesses. Now all he had to do was wait.

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Jalin perked up... he was fully aware of his surroundings... a Dark being was coming closer, and then it stopped, as if nothing had been there. Jalin got back to work on the hyperdrive, to make sure it still worked. The Darkside crept closer, this time Jalin stopped and was curious as to what had made the darkside so strong. He dropped his hydrospanner and found that behind him was a creature... one that had been stalking him, ever since his fall to the Darkside... his pet rancor.

 

"Dang it, Serra... don't scare me like that." Jalin said.

 

The rancor just roared laughter.

 

"I'm serious... I was just in battle with a lot of assassins... I thought maybe they had come back." Jalin replied.

 

Serra grunted and went back to the shadows.

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"You are strong child, but you are foolish," he said. "I do not hide my face...this is my face," he said as he pulled the hood back, the evident truth was revealed, the skull was his, connected to a neck without skin, you could see the muscles, and tendons, and he had no jaw, but when his hood was up someone could swear he did.

 

He put the hood back on and laughed. He started approaching her, "I seek not your name, I seek who you are. Who are you?" He questioned cryptically.

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Who are you? What do you want? ...Where are you? , a gentle voice entered Shadow's mind. It was soft, and somewhat weak since she was not to good at entering others' minds.

 

"...Stay away from me," she said backing up with her eyes wide. She continued to back up until a cable tripped her from her foothold making her fall onto her back, hitting her head on the hard metal flooring.

 

 

(( Jalin...ok first Serra was a pet Gizka! Now its a rancor? and is it a baby rancor because a full grown couldn't fit in a ship and dissappear into shadow! Goodness... ))

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The spectre stopped when she fell, he paused, his eyes flickered with a strange light. He moved to her side quicker than anyone would expect someone of his size to move. He bent down and grabbed hold of her shoulder, lifting her up with one arm and setting her down.

 

He let go of her, with a jerk, as if his hand had been burned. "You!" he said shocked it seemed. "You are a student...of my ways, taught to you by..." at this his voice trailed off. He turned his back to her and started mumbling to himself.

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