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Post by General Bren Anor on May 17, 2005 17:35:13 GMT -5
Bren finished eating, and activated his comm. He had to contact the Commander. "Commander, are there any more assignments you have for me?" Bren asked. "Actualy," the Commander responded. "You've been pretty busy lately. I'll give you a break. Enjoy, Anor." He deactivated the comm. 'Well,' Bren thought, 'at least I have some free time...'
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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 17, 2005 21:03:34 GMT -5
Kethar shook his head, then walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. After a few minutes of warm water running on his body, he dryed off then pulled on his Jedi outfit, along with robe. With a slight stretch, he walked out and into the hallway.
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Post by General Bren Anor on May 17, 2005 21:15:14 GMT -5
Bren never guess he would feel what he did as he walked to the Courtyard-- boredom. He expected to be restless after last night, but as he sat on a bench, watching the courtyard's many fountains, he wished Commander had something for him to do.
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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 17, 2005 21:26:18 GMT -5
Kethar's face went into the position it was normally seen in--expressionless. He thought for a second then slowly walked torwards the couryard. He was in no rush at all, he just needed to explore. He had to be wary though, Mallos was somewhere in the base. Caution was always a good thing to have.
Soon he arrived at the Courtyard, and sat down on the ledge of a busy fountain. He looked around to the exiting corridors, no signs of Mallos anywhere. That could be a good thing...or a bad thing.
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Post by Darth Mallos on May 17, 2005 21:31:18 GMT -5
Mallos was up to his usual slinking about. His mind wandered and he shrank in and out of the shadows. His saber rested peacefully at his side, within a quick hand's reach. He was just thinking and when he thunk he slunk. It was just how he had always done things.
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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 17, 2005 21:34:38 GMT -5
Kethar breathed the not so fresh air of the HQ, then gazed up torwards the roof. Why exactly was he here? He didn't know. It could be fate, or it could be nothing. But...he was here, so whats done is done. He could leave, but that wouldn't be much fun.
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Post by General Bren Anor on May 17, 2005 21:37:55 GMT -5
Bren watched as the Jedi from the previous night walked into the courtyard. So he did stay... He seemed worried though. He seemed to be watching for something. Bren couldn't help but wonder if something more had happened that night...
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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 17, 2005 21:42:38 GMT -5
He felt Bren's gaze upon himself then looked over to him. He did something he rarely did to strangers. He smiled. Bren seemed like a strong one...even though the Force did not flow through him. Strong in a sense of an average person, not one of a higher calling.
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Post by Darth Mallos on May 17, 2005 21:45:09 GMT -5
Mallos twirled his finger creating a small ripple in the air. He had nothing more to do at the moment, especially until his master returned. Mallos hadn't actually met the lord of the sith yet but Mallos wished to become his apprentice.
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Post by General Bren Anor on May 17, 2005 21:50:04 GMT -5
It was peaceful in the courtyard. Then he felt it. A chill ran down his spine. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He decided to ignore it.
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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 17, 2005 21:53:28 GMT -5
Kethar felt it too, the cold shiver. Something was out of order. "Did you fell it..." He whispered to no one in particular. He glanced around the Courtyard...now he felt it once again...
The Darkside. It was near, it could only be the unfamed Mallos.
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Post by General Bren Anor on May 17, 2005 21:58:05 GMT -5
"Did you feel it?" the Jedi whispered. Bren didn't know if the Jedi was talking to him or not, but he nodded slowly. He put his hand on his blaster holster.
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Post by Kethar Tun'Gal on May 17, 2005 22:00:57 GMT -5
His brow furrowed as he looked around. It seemed to be nothing, he relaxed a bit. "Maybe it was nothing?" He said to Bren directly this time, seeing him nod in answer to his question.
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Post by General Bren Anor on May 17, 2005 22:05:41 GMT -5
"Perhaps." Bren replied softly. He losened his grip on his blaster.
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Post by Darth Mallos on May 17, 2005 22:08:25 GMT -5
Mallos cracked his neck and sped off. He knew he was found and didn't wish for any conflict. He would rather just be on with he lazy ways until the master returned.
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