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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 15:30:33 GMT -5
Post by General/Darth Rort on Sept 29, 2005 15:30:33 GMT -5
Prison: Rort stays in a wheelchair after an assualt in the cafeteria cut off both legs. HE smiles. "What A G-G-Great D-D-Day"
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 15:37:26 GMT -5
Post by Darth Spellca on Sept 29, 2005 15:37:26 GMT -5
Calvon never left the area he watched the brawl in the cafeteria days before and decided to go down into the cafiteria to great Rort in his wheelchair.
"So....what did you do get get your ass kicked?"
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 15:55:20 GMT -5
Post by Drall Gazax on Sept 29, 2005 15:55:20 GMT -5
Darth Xavor was in his throne room, still using the body of Drack Nablac. Most of the prominent Sith were dead or captured now. But he wasn't worried. The Empire was eternal, as was its Emperor. Soon enough his vengeance would be had.
"Many minor setbacks lately. But nothing will get in the way of my ultimate goal!"
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 16:00:34 GMT -5
Post by Darth Spellca on Sept 29, 2005 16:00:34 GMT -5
Calvon was trianed by a Jedi Maste in hideing. He was partly Jedi with the mind of a Mechanist. He was just about undestroyabe almost as inmortal as Xavor venerates himself.
Rort didn't answer his question so Calvon left and had guards take Rort into a meeting room to meet his ultimate enemy head-on.
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 16:17:28 GMT -5
Post by Drall Gazax on Sept 29, 2005 16:17:28 GMT -5
"Wait...of course...I can sense it in him...he has the capability...but it's not his own. The fool shouldn't have killed a powerful Sith lord! With the mark it left upon him, I can exploit his hate and anger and turn him to us! I just have to work creating a few situations that will make him a bit...flustered. Bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!"
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 16:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Darth Spellca on Sept 29, 2005 16:22:51 GMT -5
"What the hell?" Calvon as he goes to an office to meet with the warden when he felt a strange force follow him then seconds later he felt warmth. Soon enough he collapsed to his knees in confusion.
"What is going on?" Calvon puts his hand on the metal floor and it starts to melt and move in the shape of his handprint. "Force fire.", Calvon said softly, "But how?"
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 16:41:23 GMT -5
Post by Drall Gazax on Sept 29, 2005 16:41:23 GMT -5
"Ah...this is easier than I thought...it shouldn't be much longer now, unless something breaks my concentration..."
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Prison
Sept 29, 2005 16:43:59 GMT -5
Post by Darth Spellca on Sept 29, 2005 16:43:59 GMT -5
Calvon nolonger felt secure on alldeeran and decided to go 2 Kamino but half way he changed his mind and slowly drifted twards Yalvin 4.
R10-4 his astro droid beeped and whistled wildly but Calvon mindlessly floated twards the Imperial Capital.
This will be continued in "Calvon's Conflict"
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