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PostPosted: Sun Jul 27, 2003 6:06 pm 
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wanted to start a single thread to hold my journal entries instead of multiple posts for each new story. Also please note that this is an RP thread so while I may mention actual people in these posts I of course hold no Ill will or thoughts on them. This is just RP. 8) /OOC

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Rori 's Bust

My father was a miner, he worked for his tribe on a far off remote planet inhabited only by the few Zabrak that where brave, tough and often times foolish enough to ship off there. My father of course had a reverse take on foolishness and called it loyalty and honor. This however is another story. One thing my father used to tell me however is that "Any new information becomes old information as soon as it is learned". This is one lesson it seems I am still learning.

I received what looked to be an urgent plea on my Holopad late last-night about the need for a specific Iron found only on Rori. Heeding the plea I promptly sent a reply that I would be heading out at first light to locate a strong source of this Iron, Plumbum Iron.

"Rori" I mutter to myself. I have been to Rori more times than I can count and with each trip it seems I reconfirm my dislike for it. This trip will prove to be more confirmation on a fact I already know.

Rori is a planet confused. Confused as it cannot decide if it wants to be a rocky terrain, swamp or sweeping plain. So in compensation it is a muddled mash of all three. The only thing it seems it has agreed upon is the interminable fog that weights you down with each sucking breath you take.

Suiting up in a remote Rebel held base I head out. No need to bother bringing out Jobs or Gates (my two Rancors that often escort me around dangerous planets) because Rori, while having its share of aggressive creatures, is not dense enough in them to hold any real threat to me.

Plumbum is everywhere. But finding a strong source of it proves to be a bit more tricky than first anticipated. My plan is to locate a strong source then email the potential buyer and place several small harvesters on it and let the credits roll in.

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"Any new information becomes old information as soon as it is learned." These words echo through my head as I read my Datapad containing the one line response I receive after sending off the coordinates to the 80% Plumdum spot I had found.
"Already have a few harvesters on it." I read, and immediately know that my trip was a bust.

Knowing that Plumdum is rather rare and will more than likely disappear from the Galaxy in a matter of days I should probably cut my losses place my harvesters, return in a few days and sell what I can on the open market and hope for the best. But in the end my frustration and my strong dislike for the planet as a whole got the better of me and I returned to Naboo with nothing but a few lost credits and my fathers lessons ringing in my ear.

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/ooc this is a real NPC encounter I had /ooc

Today was both sad and wondrous for me. It will be a day I do not forget and it will be a day I will always regret. Today I witnessed some of the most heroic actions and sacrifice along side some of the most horrible acts of man. My pride and pity where forever changed today.

For sometime now I have been greatly troubled by the acts of the Empire; their overall rule, their heavy hand and their intolerance of others. This has led me to small moments of rebellion, I help what is being called ‘The Cause’ whenever an opportunity shows itself and I have even managed to raise my field rank to Sergeant; but I do not, I have not considered myself apart of this rebellion.

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Out on a routine scouting job to locate a high concentration of a rather rare resource I found myself in the fantastic mountains of South West Naboo. Enormous cliffs and massive canyons this landscape is by far my favorite place to roam. Creatures are thin in these areas and you find you can let your guard down and really enjoy the splendor of Naboo. I guess on the surface that last comment makes since but it is far from true. South West Naboo in reality holds a secret that once found often means death. I know very little about this secret but I do know they call themselves Maulers. Who or what they are I do not know but after today that question will always burn within me until I know the answer.

Climbing a steep embankment on my return to Keren I must have let my guard down and eased my instincts to much because I had somehow walked square in the middle of one of these Mauler camps. I was surrounded, I was trapped. Options being little and hope even less I burst out of the camp almost before they even noticed my stumbling upon it but soon they where upon me and gave a tremendous chance.

Not one or two but what must have been five or six of the Mauler Men where right on my heel. Blaster bolts firing all around made my feeble shots back seem pitiful if not comical in return. Knowing that this was it, this was my last battle that this is how I was going to die almost didn’t seem to bother me. What kept my feet churning what kept my blaster firing was that I was NOT going to lay down and die. I was not going to hand my life over to a pack of outlaw men. I was not going to let them win me.

My feet blasted over the terrain with the speed and skill I have long since taken for granted they knew the terrain and how to traverse it and I put all my faith, strength and will into them as I bolted away from my pursuers.

I am not sure how the next part happened, I am still unsure that it did. Maybe it was just my mind not letting in gravity of my initial encounter with these men back in the camp weight in but as I glanced over my shoulder to see the progress of my pursuers what little hope I had of escape gave way to overwhelming fear. My handful of initial pursuers had grown. Now numbering well over ten strong their now accumulated shots blinding my path. This was truly the end, I felt my leg give way as a single shot pierced my calf and I buckled. My lead of 60 meters was quickly lowering itself upon what was to be my last moments alive. In the end I did not give myself to them but somehow I found myself lying on the ground waiting to die.

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It has long been said that a hero is not a brave man but a normal man confronted with abnormal realities.

In my last few seconds of would-be-life a sound shot my ears and once again I found myself blinded. An overwhelming serge of hope from the sound echoing in my ears had caused my eyes to well with emotion and not knowing the reality of my saviors I knew I must aid them.

Thundering from behind me and calling rally to take up flaking positions all around me I heard hope for the first time in their scramble to take position. Clearing my blindness I saw my saviors for the first time. Five men, Five men from the Rebellion Army had taken up position all around me and started retuning fire upon my death.
Five men? Only Five? Did they not know the battled numbers storming upon them? Could they not see we where outnumbered? My answer came when one of the men called to me “Hello Sergeant!”

In a rush I knew these men where not throwing their lives at stake for anyone, they where throwing themselves to the aid of one of their own. Fighting intense pain I scrambled to my feet just as I heard one of the soldiers yell “Fall Back!”
I followed the men and into a clearing I saw what must have been a battered patrol base. Weeds climbing the sides and the mark of perpetual battle all around. Huddling together in tight formation we rallied a defensive position and waited. We could not see our attackers but we knew they where coming. Rumbling earth and wild shots flew from the tree line we had our blasters trained upon. Within moments the saviors would know the true weight of their bravery.

Bursting from the tree line twelve men came screaming forward. “Incoming!” Shouted one of the Rebel Soldiers and the most intense wall of blaster fire flung itself at the oncoming horde. Shaking the Maulers out of tight formation in what must have been surprise and the now readied defense they scattered. This was a battle they know they could win and charging a defensive line is never a wise choice. Breaking off into smaller groups they started to surround us.

With another Rebel cry the defensive line broke formations and each choosing a target, they sprinted toward it. Seeing a Mauler climbing a near cliff to gain the high ground I took off after him. Sprinting in denial to my wounds quickly engaged the lone Mauler and dropping him quickly. I turned to survey the battle from my elevated position. The view was grim. One of the soldiers lay dead not far from our last position another fighting bravely in his last gasps of life, he soon fell at the hands of three Maulers.

“Fall Back!” came the call and once again the remaining soldiers sprinted toward me.

Blindsided I started taking fire from an unknown direction. A Mauler had found me, these where my last thoughts as I fall into darkness.

What seemed hours later within a moments time I open my eyes to the scenes of continued battle. One soldier kneeling by my side he had clearly dispatched my blindsiding attacker and was holding my position. Unable to move I take a quick survey of our situation. One soldier by my side, the other two at the bottom of the cliff defending the ground. Mustering my strength I lean to get up just as my soldier guardian yells “Incoming!” Looking up I see four Maulers charging our position. The two soldiers at the bottom of the cliff leap up to sprint within range of our position. I reach out for my blaster to help defend our ground…

Hero’s are men who find themselves in situations beyond their control and choose to see them to the end no matter the consequences. Knowing the chances slim against four attackers I knew my seconds where counting down. But I thought why is he still here? Why is this soldier still fighting impossible odds to defend a soon to be dead stranger?

My answer to why he was still at my side came to me in a rush of emotion I will not long forget. The man who saved from my certain death, the man who defended me as I lay unconscious was now beside me, dead.

…Emotions to real to place my instincts must have carried me through. The remainder of the battle was a flurry of gunfire as the remaining two soldiers charged and dispatched the remaining attackers. I must have fought, I must have continued to fire but all my thoughts where staring down and my slain hero’s defender.

Walking through the battleground reviewing the carnage I look up to see the two remaining soldiers. For them this must be a daily struggle. For them this must be a daily choice to continue.

Three men died today to save one man they never knew. Would they have come to my aid if I hadn’t been wearing this insignia? Would they have died today if I where not, even in the remotest since, a Rebel?

I do not know. My long walk home did not reveal any answers, but it did leave me with one resounding feeling; today I felt apart of something. Today men died in belief of something, in defense of something. An idea maybe. A dream. A belief that what they do is for a larger good than one life but rather a way of life.

I have many questions I need to answer. I have many thoughts I need to un-puzzle. But today will be the day that made me apart of something greater than myself. This will be a day that will inevitably chance forever the course of who I am.


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