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The sun was shining bright through the governors office window. From the seventh floor of the adminstration he could see straight over the river dividing the green jungle he was located in into the tented residential districts in the desert beyod. Of course there were more sophisticated buildings behind the administration which he couldnt see, but they were reserved for the more important visiters to Governor Wentans colony. There were a few other buildings that were more industrial in their use. Research facility examining what few artifacts could be recovered from the ruins to the north. And a hospital. The hospital had been overcrowded recently. People from the desert slums mostly. Sickness spread like wildfire in the sweaty hell hole. Yet something about it interested the Governor, or his ego at least, seeing all those people and knowing they were under his control. Then there were the few people who had suffered injuries of variose kinds from expiditions to the north. Of course all expeditions that went askew were kept a secret, he couldn't have the masses worrieing.

The door into the Governors office hissed open and a cool breeze from the hallway swept in, taking away the heat from the sun the suited man had been basking in while gazing out of the window.

'Ss.. Sir' The man stuttered. It was Advisor Kelpan. He was a small man who prefered loose robes to a suit. The sun got to him easily. He always seemed to be quite dazed.

'Thhhe hospital has requisitioned yet another of the p..premium compounts to the north to extend to. They wi..sh to extend their third floor phychiatric wards across to it via a few wall demolitions and a br..bridge. Sir if i may say you have gotten s..soft with them, by giving in the first time they ashume they can take what they want.'

The governor put down a glass of brown liquid that had gotten quite warm in his hand at the window. He turned to face the advisor.

'Well Kelpan that is why you're not incharge. You see the drones need to feel safe.' The Governor turned to face the crowds on the opposite side of the river, he noticed the bridge with the military checkpoint.

'They know the dangers of the north and they think we are protecting them from it, they think the hospital is here for them to get better in. You and i know that they are just another research facility and they are what generates the money we use. We both deny it even to ourselves but what else could we do? Trade routes to the mines in the desert are too slow at picking up'

The small man joined him at the window and looked out at the small city.

The Governor picked up his glass and drank what was left in one gulp.

'Give them their request. Inform the people of a small expantion, so they wont question the resources moving across the river, do not tell them how drastic the measures we are taking are. There is a delicate balance on this river. It is all that is dividing the troubles of the north from the people of the south. If they knew what was going on it would end only in chaos and bloodshed.'

The small man turned to look at him.

'Yes ss..ir of course.' The small man turned to leave the office but stopped at the door and turned back reluctantly. 'Sir they f..found it. The whole expedition team died in the process sir, just as anticipated. Si..r if i may this is a bad id...'

'That is why you are not in charge Kelpan. We have been friends for many years now. I need your trust not your questioning now leave!.

The small man turned and left the Governors office. The door hissed shut and the Governor slammed the empty glass down on his desk.


OOC: Okay everyone joining, the rules are at the moment just chill in the town to the south of the river. The buildings are mainly made of concrete or metal plates with smaller wooden structures around them. A typical street would contain 5 to 7 story concrete apartment blocks with wide streets filled with merchant tents usualy with a wooden type shack on the back for storage or living accomadations. Most the apartment buildings have wooden extentions hanging off of varios floors. Streets are covered by large canvas sheets that are hung from the apartment buildings to shield the streets from sun and sand. The deserts to the south are dotted with mines and a low flying shuttle system is available to get around the city or to the mines. There are a few corperate buildings made of steel, the shuttles will mainly be available from here. There is a large presence of military in the city, they are a colonist control force of sorts, dubbed CC by the locals, there is little republic presence other than near the corporate buildings where large companies work. The northern jungle areas are off limits. Shuttles heading in that direction withought authorisation will be shot down. The river cannot be crossed due to CC blockades on the bridges. From the riverbank the steel buildings in the northern jungle can mostly be seen where not obscured by closer ones but they all have blacked out windows. There are about 3 streets going back on the northern side with it extending out along the river bank to the same limit as the city.


Hello everyone and welcome =D
 

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((OOC: oooohhh... I'm in! And i promise not to cause any trouble! yet...))

It really was quite beautiful, this planet. Especially this area. How the river cut the forests off from the deserts was fantastic. It was a dangerous beauty, for sure, but he liked it...

He stretched, his back clicking quietly as he did and wiggled his left leg, which was starting to get pins and needles.

His long white coat was splayed out behind him; crumpled, folded and collecting dust from the roof where he sat, overlooking the city and into the jungles northwards. Amazing. It really was.

But what was out there?

His musings were cut short, as a shuttle roared overhead, causing him to involuntarily duck, kicking up more dust and making him cough. Waving a hand in front of his youthful face, he smiled grimly.

Beautiful, but annoyingly dusty...

The one time Jedi Knight, now Sith Lord had come here on a whim. No reason to, no reason not to. Here, he wasn't a Darth. He had no ideal to promote, and no agenda to pursue. He was simply a man called Rogal here.

And he really wanted to know why there were so many soldiers. And why they guarded the bridges so carefully. Perhaps he would find out, perhaps he wouldn't.

Right now, he was busy watching the world go by from his lofty perch, five stories up.
 

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OOC: oh the planets called Aaris III just so you all know =D Continue joining people.
 

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*Jace Kyjar, Jedi Padawan and soon to be Knight according to his Master, sat in a shuttle on the planet of Aaris III. He was travelling across the desert from his original staying place in the shuttle because apparently it was littered with mines. One would wonder why such a place would need mines to clutter a desert, as the world seemed very peaceful. The scenery was beautiful, even the desert with the suns beating down on top of it.

The shuttle docked at a large metallic building and Jace got out with the rest of the passengers. He was merely on this planet for a vacation, taking a break from training to explore some of the galaxy alone. He walked out of the building and began walking towards the north when he came to a large river seperating him and a forest. He looked down the river to see passages acrossed, though they were guarded. Perhaps the reason for the mines was in the forest, but that wouldn't make much sense.

He took a seat in the river bed and looked up at the clouds, relaxing and, for now, letting all of his troubles pass him by.*
 

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The grey interceptor idled down and finally came to a soft landing in the center of the docking bay. Out came Lysander, having elected to wear a robe to protect his body from the dust he had been told to expect here. He wrapped the cothing around his mechanical body and rose the hood so that no one would question his appearance beyond his face. His whitened skin and ice blue eyes were delicate to such bright light as he found on this planet, and so the robe served to keep a shadow over them as well as he walked through the exit and out into the first street. Immediately he saw a large convoy of military-types moving across a bridge nearby. The entire city looked barricaded.

His visor expanded over his face again and he used his optical options to get a closer view from where he was standing: not only were they in large numbers, they were well armed too. Disruptors, and light repeaters. These guys were expecting an uprising of some sort, unless the people just prized their security. He retracted his helmet just in time for a man to tug his shoulder and turn him around. It was an old man, dark-skinned, with large obsidian eyes. He looked concerned.

"Don't get too interested, outlander." He warned, "It's none of your business."

The old man was stricken by Lysander's eyes, and his expressionless demeanor. The old man saw behind the robes as the wind kicked up - and he realized then he wasn't talking to just a man. He nodded his head and left with a quick pace. Lysander looked back toward the bridge again, and then proceeded down the street. He saw a market here and there, but there was nothing very notable among the vendors. Young boys and girls yelled out for people to observe the wares of their employers - it brought up another old memory, when he was an ad-barker for the vendor on Corellia. His thoughts drifted off to Old Man, and he stopped them there with a quick mental command through his HUD.

He stopped in front of what looked like a droid shop, and proceeded inside. There were a few aliens sitting around or looking at wares, then his eyes drifted towards the shopkeeper. The old man approached Lysander with a smile, and asked: "What can I do for you, traveller?"

"I was wondering if you could repair a Mach 3 Sustained Charge Generator that can be uplinked to a pair of twin-grapplers and auxiliary systems?"

The old man looked at him strangely, confused. Lysander simply nodded and left. The old man stared after him for a while, then turned to a smuggler sitting nearby. "Who would need military equipment like that!?" He queried. The smuggler shrugged. He was either a soldier, a mercenary or of another illegitimate profession if he carried such equipment; it was illegal for civilians, last the shopkeeper heard.

Lysander continued down the street in the opposite direction. Apparently he wouldn't be using his electrocutive equipment any time soon, afterall. It wasn't a bad town, but it apparently didn't have the technological amenities he needed. Either that or the people weren't willing to give them up. Maybe he didn't even need a new generator for the contraptions? Lysander stopped and sat down, the bench bending under his weight. A child was sitting beside him, bouncing a small ball against the road. She looked over and observed his face - he looked like he was frowning.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing." Lysander replied. He looked over at her, and noting her age he managed a half-smile, "You shouldn't talk to strangers little one."

"You look lonely." She observed, "Maybe you need a friend?"

"I don't need any friends." He explained, "No time for any."

"Amalia!"

The little girl jerked her head up towards an old woman who was rushing over towards them. She grabbed the little girl's hand and led her away, constantly looking back toward the lone man she'd been talking to. Lysander looked toward the woman, his face again expressionless, and eventually she arrived inside her little home. It was then he noticed the people at the windows around the street - everyone seemed to be looking at him.

"What do they think I am?" He asked himself.
 

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OOC: by mines i meant as in holes in the ground people go down to get minerals and stuff =D
 

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The rickety ship slowly and jerkily finally reached its position over the docking bay. Another alarm began to squealed and blink at him. The ship gave another judder and with a creak and a clunk a hose gave way, filling the cockpit of the small 2 man craft with smoke and other nauseous gasses.

It dropped suddenly before levelling up again and slowly descending into the bay.

Fi'don lent back in the chair and wiped the sweat from his brow caused by the constant wrestling of the craft controls. It had been a long journey from Nal Huttah, and not made any shorter with his short skirmish with the Authorities just out side Nal Huttah's atmosphere.

Another warning alarm chimed up before fading into a faint squeak. Fi'don leaned over the control panel and read the screen out loud to him self

"Repulsalift 2 through 5 failing" he lent back again and thought to him self, again speaking out loud.
"But that would mean I'm about to..."

Just then the crafts back end dropped and crashed into the ground, sending Fi'don rolling backwards off of his seat and into the rear cabin area. He stood up shuck himself and grabbed his equipment. Not even bothering to check if the door was working, he booted it open with his enormous foot and stepped into the stifling heat of what ever planet he was on.

A tiny man with a high pitched voice began walking over to Fi'don to ranting about the ship

"HEY!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING PARKING THAT PIECE OF SPACE JU...?”

He quickly checked him self as he saw the size of the huge man that was stood in front of him armed to the teeth. Fi'don began walking towards the man, reaching into one of his pockets.

"I...I. I’m sorry good kind sir, please have mercy" the man cringed away, dreading the thought of what the monstrous man was about to pull out of his pocket.

Fi'don simply gave a small laugh to himself and threw a handful of coins to the mans feet.

"Relax, I have no quarry with you. This should pay for the damages caused and to scrap what’s left of her" he jerked his head towards the ship. "Where the nearest Cantina Friend?"

The man just quivered until he saw the amount of coins on the floor in front of him.
"Ah, Cantina yes. Turn right can't miss it. Thank You kindly sir" He beamed at Fi'don as he walked by...
 

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So far this new planet has been rather enjoyable, thought the man sitting on a bench overlooking the bridge that several supply trucks were now parading down. Looks like more expansion of facilities on the other side. If it was something else though it didn't matter to him, he would merely change and leave planet, like he had done hundreds of times before.

He sat alone on the bench however, probably because of the disintegration rifle slung around him, and the repeating blaster that was on the bench besides him. Never left home without them you see, they are his babies. He also gave anybody that tried to sit down a glare with his bright orange eyes that usually scared anybody off. What kind of human has those kinds of eyes. Well Dakar wasn't human, and thats what made it all the more entertaining.

So far it was all a normal day, and that means it was time for the daily deathstick. Ahh what a life Dakar thought. What a life.
 

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Advisor Kelpan walked the cool hallways of the thrid floor wards. He had been called on a secure line but even then the person on the other end seemed reluctant to talk. His guide seemed rather quiet too. They reached a turn off and as he approached the corner the air seemed to grow warmer, as the next ward came into view there was a gaping hole in the far wall and a section of scafolding serving as a bridge over into the next building. They crossed it and entered the next building. He could see quarantine tape covering the starewell entrances to stop any bypasseres of the residential building wondering in. A room at the end of the hallway had had its door numbers removed and two guards were positioned next to it. As he approached the door he could hear crashing of metals and screams coming from the other side. The door burst open and a doctor came out. The Advisor briefly caught a glimps of a small operating table in the middle of the room with the furniture that had been origonaly assigned to the residence pushed to the sides. A man was strapped to the table. As the door closed the Advisor shifted his attention to the doctor.

'Advisor... Sir... we found this man in the ship with the relic. He seemed to be hiding in the back. No one even found him till we came to washing the blood from the crew out and moving the bodies. He just sort of jumped us. We were lucky no one was hurt. We've managed to strap him down now. No one can get near to him though, and he keeps mumbling things, terrible things, we think he killed the rest of his crew sir.'

The advisor shifted his weight a bit and stared at the door uneasily.

'Do not inform the Governor of this. We m..must study him. If the Governor find out of his existence he w..ill most surely have him terminated. It is for the good of us all you keep this a secret an..d learn what you can of his condition. I doubt the Governor will bother to check up on this section.'

The advisor continued staring at the door and the doctor noticed this.

'Advisor im sure its not what you think. Its probably just some sickness from the jungle i doubt there is any risk to anyone who has not ventured there.'

The doctor returned to the door and locked it, he gave the handle a shake just to be sure then brushed past the Advisor and left over the bridge. The Advisor remaing motionless staring at the door.
 

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Jack Fi'don approached the Cantina's main entrance. He could tell what kind of a place it would be from the outside. It was a concrete building, with a canvas canopy outside the door with wood supports. The name was scrawled onto the outside with some sort of paint that had faded with time. Fi'don reckoned it would be the usual dull looking bar with a few locals and pilots scattered around, maybe a couple of mercs. But with the military activity around the planet he doubted it.

He opened the door and he wasn't wrong. The few regulars gave him a look of astonishment, well it wasn't everyday they had a heavily armed giant mandalorian crossbreed human walk in. the gazes quickly averted to back there own business as he gave them a stare back. He could tell the more experienced pilots in the place as they were still eyeing him up through the corner of there eye. They new a guy like this is usually one of two things. An assassin or a merc. Either of which could be trouble for someone on the run or otherwise up to no good.

One he noticed was fumbling under the table with what was probably a blaster, Fi'don gave him a courteous nod as he walked over to the bar and ordered his drink as well as what ever the nervous man was having to show him he meant no harm.

"So am guessin your from out of town or something mister" the bar man said, not particurlalry paying attention to Fi'don.
"What brings you here then? Work?"

"I'm no assassin if that’s what you’re asking" He replied defensively, glaring at the barkeep.

Jack hated assassins. To him they were the scum of the universe.

"No, No. Not at all. Just you seem, how can I put it, well equipped is all"

"I'm a merc. If you must know in-between jobs."

"Hmmm. Well you seem sincere enough" the barkeep said looking up and down as if scanning him for ill intent. "Sorry to say aint nothing going on this planet, there’s us and the Governor. Aint no need for anything else on a planet this size" he cut the last few words short, as if to leave it there. It was obvious something was going on due to all the armed men running around but Fi'don decided to leave the man be for now.

“Capta...” he checked himself, not having the title for a good few years now "Jack Fi'don" he offered his hand and the Barkeep shook it
"Benedict Tarkant"

"I'll be needing a room if you have one, preferably somewhere with a strongbox big enough for my equipment"

"Very well, here you go. Go to the end of the corridor and down the stairs, best room I have". He passed Fi'don the key.

Fi'don necked the drink, thanked the man. Then went to his room and slept.
 

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While so much commotion went on elsewhere, the man sat on the rooftop was getting bored. Sunset wouldn't be for hourse, and he'd be able to see it just as well from any other rooftop, so he decided to wander for a while.

Slipping off the edge of the roof, he fell a story, and landed on an extension, that poked out. Rolling, he leapt across the street, falling a story onto a similar wooden extension. Except this one was a lot less secure, and unknown to Rogal, abandoned. It creaked, and splintered and ripped off it's mounting. Rather than fall three stories, he jumped again, smashing through a window, and into an empty apartment.

He stood up, and walked out, down the stairwell and onto the street. He nudged a passerby, and asked quietly, What happened? While he motioned at the recently collapsed extension.

The guy he had talked to said, "It just kind of collapsed. I heard some bloke blew it up..." But before the guy had even finished, a woman cut in, "No, it was some woman, i saw her shoot it."

Rogal nodded, and uttered a quick Thanks. Before walking away from the pair laughing to himself.

He had time to kill, and nothing to do. Maybe he could go pester the guards for a while? Ah, there's nothing to do in this place... Maybe he should just go back to sitting on a roof?

And so he remained, lost in though, wandering aimlessly...
 

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As Rogal rounded a corner the end of the street was blocked by a line of soldiers, the street just past them seemed to contain a large market. The people in the street he was on seemed to not take any notice like it was normal life. A carvan of supply trucks rolled past. They were specialy designed so the container was in the center with a small walkway built around it with soldiers leaning against the railings, there was no chance of sneaking on them. The buildings that overlooked the market street seemed to be empty with large crowds standing outside the entrances waiting to get back into their homes, the doorways guarded. There was a side door that was un gaurded though yet no one seemed to try to enter, possibly because they knew of how much of a bad idea it would be to try and enter.
 

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*All of the sudden Jace felt something crawling up his robes and jumped to his feet. Problem being that he slipped on the bank and fell into the river. Whatever was in his robes fell out, but now he was drenched and worse, the guards of the bridges thought he was trying to swim across. He saw something coming in the water towards him and the guards raising their weapons. He swam frantically towards the river bank and climbed out and hopped back onto the street before the river.

Sighing, he shook his head off and looked down the street to his left. He saw a long line of soldiers cutting off what appeared to be a market, with lots of trucks coming from that direction. He also saw someone else, he seemed lost as well, but his spirit was tainted with the dark side. Jace approached carefully.*
 

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Dakar heard some gunfire from somewhere in the city, obviously fun was being had. Shifting the stick around in his mouth he glanced around to see what he could from his bench, if it was close he might get involved if not, meh not his problem. What he did see was some lunatic jumping through a window and landing inside. Stang, must be another one of them jedi here. That must also explain the blasterfire. I guess what they say is true, where jedi go, trouble follows. We'll time to investigate.

Getting up he slung the rifle around to his back, and reholstered the repeater unto his thigh. Good places for weapons, wouldn't one think? Rounding the bend he saw the man that was jumping through windows walking ahead of him, and then round the next bend. Now the day just got interesting.
 

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((I wasn't too sure what the building was meant to be, so i'll be short and kinda let you tell me what was next!))

A supply convoy...? Headed north too...

And an unguarded door... It was almost too easy. Of course there was going to be something unpleasent inside. Maybe guards, maybe traps. Whatever awaited inside, he intended to find out...

Casually strolling past the door, he surreptisiously glanced around, before doubling back, and slipping through the door. From what he could tell, no-one had seen him go in, which was a plus point.

Well, the only waywas forwards now, into the building, and whatever it held for him...
 

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Dakar rounded the last bend that the man dressed in robes had just turned, only too find himself facing an small army of soldiers, blocking the marketplace and what appears to be escorting even more supply trucks. Whatever they are building, it must be quite extensive for they have shipped out a non-stop string of these trucks for nearly an hour now. Dakar quickly ignored it as it did not matter to him what it was for, and he didn't care either. What he did care about was that the man he was trying to follow seemed to have disappeared, which is unprobable but then again it was a jedi he was trying to follow.

Dakar leaned against he corner as he quickly surveyed the area, attempting to find out where he had gone. The only conclusion he could come up with is up, and he couldn't follow that, or through this door ahead. Mental Coin flip. Heads it is and that means go. So Dakar wandered across the street and slipped into the door, hoping to once again be on the trail.
 

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As Jace moved through the street a door burst open next to him and a small group of soldiers came out and blocked his passage. One of them stepped forward to speak with him in a strange accent.

'You are required to come with me sir. If you resist we are authorised to use whatever force is necasary, the republics eye does not extend this far.' Two of the soldiers moved behing Jace and pushed him into the building, their captain took a look around and followed them in. The building seemed abbandoned most of the floors had never even been completed. You could see straight up to the higher floors. It would have been dark if it wasnt for the empty window frames that let the light shine in in visible beams passing across dust lighting up the whole building in a dark brown shade. There was an old lift shaft and a staircase spiraling around it, though the stairs collapsed after the second floor and the elavator had long since fell through the shaft which drew the attention to a hole it had left. The squad captain opened the old mesh door to the shaft and motioned for Jace to go in, there was a ladder going down the hole in the floor and a tunnle under the building that looked like an old train tunnle.

'Its not much but we needed a way to get around the city unnoticed, we do not want to be upseting the civilians now do we?'



As Rogal entered the building he could see down the hallway to the main entrance with the soldiers guarding it, obviosly a bad way to go the only other direction was to his left where the hallway stopped at a stairwell going up. The stairs went up half a floor then there was a small landing where it turned and went up againt to the second floor. Large windows covered the side the landing was on but they were mostly boarded up. As Rogal reached the second floor most of the walls had never been completed but were foced to be put into use to help the crowding they had been hastily finished off with boards of wood and sheets of canvas to cover the holes. The wind was blowing quite hard here and Rogal could easily see the containers on the back of the trucks were carrieing mostly large blocks of stone and metal scaffolds. Two soldiers came up the stairs behind him and started yelling at him to hold still while rasing their guns.



Dakar saw a foot disapear up some stairs, he was about to run and follow him but suddenly felt a cold pain on the back of his head and the world went dark. A sudden light broke the darkness and as he opened his eyes he found he was in some kind of room, the walls were wooden planks and concrete drips seemed to have been seeping through the craks as they dried. The door was nothing more than a curtain, it seemed to glow. Suddenly the curtain pulled to one side ad the whole room was illuminated in an orange yellow for a moment and a silhouette figure stood in the way.

'You realy shouldn't be sneaking around like that, you could get some people into a lot of trouble. Its probably too late for your friend, just as i managed to get you away two soldiers went up the stairs. Let us hope for our sake he managed to get past them somehow. We don't want a load of CC busting into our homes looking for clues as to what he was up to. The government here isnt the only one up to no good and they would love to shift the republics eye onto the people and off of them to give them as much time to do whatever it is their doing. You ever look at the blockades? the soldiers are facing us! Their not protecting us from the north lands their protecting their compound from us. People have been disapearing for a while. And if you have been here for long enough you start to notice the nightmares. Some of the first residents who are still here often dont sleep for weeks. But enough of this why dont you tell me what you were doing?'
 

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*Kidnapping? Jace was suprised, he came here for a relaxing vacation and he was being kidnapped because of it. The Republic's eye doesn't reach this far? What the hell were they doing on this planet that they didn't want the Republic to find out about and what were they going to do with him? The best decision for now was to play along, not make any enemies and he would hopefully make it out alive.

The entire building that he was led into gave him the feeling that he may not make it out alive. The floor that wasn't complete, no ceilings or windows, it seemed like something out of a horror film. A mesh door to a big hole in the ground really didn't help matters either. He sighed and walked through the door and towards the dark hole.*

"What do you need me for?"
 

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The bright light instantly awoke Dakar, as his eyes adjusted to the light he immediately went for his weapons only to find then gone. Dang. He really needed to get some more eyes. Resting his hand on where his favorite blaster should have been he stared at where the man's voice was coming from as the eyes still couldn't see clearly.

As his eyes slowly adjusted, Dakar was unfortunate to be the subject of his rambling. Once the man was done and appeared to be winded from talking so much, Dakar decided it was safe to reply, hoping that he wouldn't start up yet again.

"Yes I have noticed that the blockade is reversed but frankly I don't care, this isn't my planet I am merely a visitor here for the last six weeks." He didn't mention the nightmares on purpose, for he had never had one, even when he did not bother to filter the deathstick poison out of his body. Dakar thought that anybody who claimed they had these nightmares were insane.
 
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