This is a story I started at TACC, but didn't get that much attention, so I'm trying it here. It's set during the time of the Old Republic, when there was a bunch of debates in the concerning slavery. It will eventually end up in a large civil war. Please don't mess it up.
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Chancellor Benoar made a loud sigh and switched off the speaker system for the Quorosan senator. Immediately the senator's violent ramblings became nothing more than a faint whisper. The discussions started out calm, about a week or so ago when a proposal was presented to abolish slavery in the Galactic Republic. Now it has turned to a violent debate.

The Senator from Maleras spoke up as his pod floated out to the center of the Senate Hall.

"I understand the economy of your planet, Senator Yuvas. I've understood that for some time now." He flicked out a tongue to lick his scaly lips. "But there must be some other alternative to this. Why do you need slaves to do all your labor for you? It goes against the ideals and virtues that the Republic stands for."

The Quorasan Senator sat patiently and waited for the Chancellor to reactivate his speakers. They turned on and the Senator ruffled his large feathers in a sign of despair.

"My thick headed friend. Nowhere does it say in the laws of the Republic that enemies of war cannot be taken as slaves. As the saying goes: 'To the victors belong the winnings'."

"You're using sentient beings for your own advantage," the Malerasian senator said. "That is something the Republic must not allow."

The Rodian Senator suddenly spoke up. "I agree fully with Senator Grishtak. The using of intelligent beings to do your own work and treating them as animals is extremely wrong, and the planet of Rodia is outraged by this turn of events on behalf of Quorosa."

"The planet wasn't even a member of the Republic. They started a war with us, we won, and we took over the planet. They would have done the same to us if they had won."

"Their slaves do not only benefit themselves, either," the Twi-lek Senator stated. "Our planet has benefited greatly by the good produced by the Quorosans. Much more so than we could have done with our own Twi-lek slaves."

Benoar had stopped listening to the debate a while ago. The same arguments between the Senators reused daily, with the same effect. Neither side was satisfied with the other's arguments, and came back the next day restating the same lines. He had to figure out a way to resolve the debate soon, or tension could rise and a full scale war could arise. Smoothing out the gray fur on his arm, the Togorian Chancellor arose.

"This Senate Meeting is adjourned. We will meet again when the Senators can present new arguments on the matter."

He sat back down again and sighed heavily. This is going to be hard.

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Chancellor Kaer Benoar sat in his large palace. It was given to all Chancellors, and he liked it a lot. It was at a very high altitude, and when he was up there and looked out the window he felt secluded. It felt nice to get away from the politics of normal life.

He missed his youth, while on the planet Togoria. He wasn't a famous warrior or anything, but was respected for his wisdom. He eventually became the Master of his tribe. He was Senator for Togoria for a few years, and after the former Chancellor had died suddenly he was elected to take his place.

He took the position willingly, but after a while he began to wonder if this was the right thing for him. Back on Togoria he was a good leader, because he knew everyone. He could offer advice; lead the warriors into battle, and everything that needed to be done in the tribe. Even as Senator it wasn't that hard, because he stayed in close contact with the planet. But now it was much more challenging. He was basically the leader of the Republic. That's a lot of planets. He must consider all the planet's needs and take care of them in a fitting and orderly manner. And this recent crisis has been the most difficult he had encountered.

Of course, there had always been slavery. A species of intelligent beings taking far less intelligent beings as laborers, labeling them inferior was nothing new. But four standard years ago Quorosa and the Killak system got in a bloody battle over a large uninhabited planet in between both warring planets. The war lasted for three and a half years until the Quorosans gathered a huge fleet and invaded the capital planet of Killak II, crippling the foundation of the system, and it's military.

Afterwards, the Quorasans took the surviving Killians and turned them all into a slave race. The slaves were put hard at work, and the Quorosan system was producing the most goods in most of the Republic.

Unfortunately, this also angered a lot of the galaxy, as well. Many citizens felt taking an entire civilization and using them as slaves was wrong. Other planets, who depend greatly on imported goods, welcome the new slaves with open arms. The Abolition Petition was presented in the Senate by a large number of planets for the complete annihilation of slavery in the Republic. That produced large controversy in the Senate, and nothing new has happened since then, and the petition was presented a week ago.

Benoar doesn't mind the actions of the Quorosans. He often took captured enemies and used them as slaves back on Togoria, as well. He felt the same way as the Quorosan Senator: To the victors belong the winnings. But he couldn't let that get in the way of his decision. That's the problem with being Chancellor. You must listen to the arguments given and give a completely unbiased opinion. It's times like these that he felt very alone. In fact, he didn't know what he would do if it weren't for one woman...

"Would you like some Aberanian tea, Chancellor?" His beautiful handmaiden walked into the room with a tray, her auburn hair bouncing lightly as she walked.

"Yes I would, thank you," Benoar replied.

Shliey Ashd'r. She was one of the only female companions he'd ever had. He'd known her for a few years already, and even though she wasn't Togorian, felt a deep love for her. She was a human from a planet in the Mid Rim Territories, Naboo. It was a small planet, but was very pretty. It seemed fitting to him that it should be her native planet.

"How was the Senate meeting today?"

He took a sip of his tea. "Tiring. The discussions aren't going anywhere. We've got to make an agreement soon or I'm afraid these debates will turn into bloodshed."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something," she said softly.

Benoar sighed. “I hope so.”

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Checoc Weden stared at the holovid. The news of the latest Senate meeting was just released to the public. What he heard didn’t make him much happier than he already had been.

He could remember when the Republic wasn’t sticking their nose into all their business. He was so proud to be labeled a Quorosan then. Proud down to the smallest detail that could be used to describe a Quorosan. Their physical appearance was one of the major things he liked.

He loved the small beaks in the front of their skinny head, with large cheekbones, which left a dent in their skin. Their round eyes surrounded by a ridge of feathers running down the top of the skull added a certain toughness to their complexion. In the back they had long feathers, which protruded outwards.

They had long, stiff necks, and below that a strong, muscular body with long feathery arms and legs than ended in sharp claws. The feathers on their body were another thing he was very proud of. Unlike most species, which had fingerprints or scale patterns to distinguish one member from the next, each Quorosan had a separate pattern of feathers, which ranged from different colors, and in some parts of the body, to different sizes. Even the females, which were generally were a grayish type blue color, had different variations of the colors, which, what a lot of sentient thought was bland, he found beautiful.

Besides physical appearance, their was their political system. Theirs was very much different than most governments in the Republic, basically because they really didn’t have an established government. Checoc felt this made them one of the more intelligent species, as well. Most species wouldn’t be able to go on without a government to lead the people. Without one there would be nothing but chaos and destruction. On Quorosa, the people held large meetings in the capital city of Quesa Tehk, where they all voted and discussed certain matters. They decided what the laws of the city were, where taxes should go, who the leaders of the military and law enforment commanders should be, etc.

The military was another one of the things Checoc loved about Quorosa. They had one of the strongest fleets in the Expansion Region. Their large construction yards on the planet of Penthosa provided them with large battleships and fighters, which had long protected the planet from attacks by pirates, which frequently try to steal cargo vessels leaving from the planet.

Quorosa had some of the largest manufacturing companies in the Republic, also making them one of the richest planets in the galaxy. Their planet’s thick crust was filled with valuable ores, minerals, crystals, fossil fuels, and other things, which they distributed to much of the galaxy. And now with the much larger amount of slaves, Quorosa has been getting more credits than ever.

Of course, this also enraged much of the galaxy, as well. Checoc really despised the ignorance of many planets in the Republic at times. It’s as if they have forgotten that with war certain prices have to be paid by the losing side. This price has also benefited much of the galaxy.

The Four-year Quorosa/Killak war was a good one in his opinion, and he was able to witness it first hand. The Quorosan people had elected him High Commander of Military Forces. It started when an archaeological expedition, led by both Quorosan and Killian scientists, discovered a fossilized fuel which, they discovered, was much more efficient than the regular tibanna gas and other fuels commonly used by ships. And there was a whole lot of the rock there.

Of course, the two neighboring planets decided to keep their knowledge a secret, to keep the rest of the galaxy from coming over and taking the planet for themselves. The question now was, which of the two planets got the planet? War soon broke out.

The common battlefield was over the planet they were fighting over, which neither side had thought to give a proper name. Neither side was able to keep it for long.
The problem was, that even though Quorosa had a very strong fleet, the Killian fleet was larger, and almost as strong. After almost four years the Killians gathered their forces and launched a full-scale attack on Penthosa, crippling the Quorosan’s military supplier. Realizing that soon that Quorosa would soon wear out it’s defenses, leaving Quorosa, and the planet they were fighting for open for Killak, the Quorosan also gathered their forces, and sent two spies into Killak. They disabled the shield generator surrounding the planet, and the Quorosan fleet arrived to take over Killak. They soon surrendered.

Checoc had received great praise for leading the assault on Killak, and was able to arrive on the planet and meet the leader of the Killak military for the first time.
He had never liked the Killians that much, but this one he actually felt pity for. He had a gray, smooth skin, common with most Killians, but he could see the man had been under a large amount of stress recently. His bloodshot eyes almost stuck out of their sockets, sometimes his eyes wide open, other times half closed. His hands and fingers were bony, which pointed to him not eating in a while. The officer was clearly in poor condition, and died a few weeks after his defeat.

The Killians were taken as slaves, and Quorosa could finally begin mining the planet they had now received. A camp was set up to examine the crust, and a few months later the archaeologists frantically left. Apparently, the rock under the crust is very thick and strong, and it holds in the pressure made in the mantle and core. Every millennium or so the rock finally cracks under the pressure, releasing millions of volcanoes all over the planet, covering the surface in lava and molten rock, and covering the sky with ashes. It would be another three hundred years before all the lava hardens, and another two hundred before all the ash clears away, allowing sunlight to come through and new plants to grow.

Fortunately, the war wasn’t a complete loss. No civilians died during the battles, Quorosa received a planetful of new slaves, and luckily, the archaeologists managed to save most of the animals and put them on a shuttle before the planet erupted. Quorosa now has one of the most popular zoological attractions in the galaxy.

Checoc had now retired. He had moved to a private retreat in the Western Mountains of Quorosa where he lived alone. He watched the holovid in disgust with the new political attention in the Senate, and hoped Senator Yuvas could smooth everything over before something extremely bad happens for Quorosa. Of course, that’s why he was elected.

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Wilham Yoshima was a Jedi Knight. Master Bari had called him before the Jedi Council on Coruscant to give him his new assignment. He was to serve as Jedi watchman for Quorosa. There had never been a Quorosan watchman before, since the Quorosan resisted all or most outside influence.

But in this time of near-crisis, the Jedi Council deemed it necessary to keep a closer eye upon Quorosa.

Now he was talking to Unqi Navishma on the holovid. Unqi, an attractive 20-year-old human woman, was going to be Wilham's Padawan apprentice. However, before Wilham could take her on as his apprentice, he had been called to Quorosa.

Unqi, in her naiveté, asked, "Master Wilham, why can't we Jedi just step in and outlaw slavery? The Jedi Code forbids slavery."

Wilham sighed. "You have much to learn, Unqi. The Jedi are the protectors of the Republic, not its leaders."

"But slavery is wrong," Unqi argued. "How can it be anything but right to step in?"

"Because we believe that slavery is wrong does not give us license to make that decision for others," Wilham explained.

"Well, couldn't we at least mediate?" Unqi wondered. "I know Master Frarmicaon is an excellent negioator. I mean, we all know how he settled the shipping dispute between Exten and Morgh fifteen years ago."

"We are guides," Wilham explained, "not crutches. We work toward the betterment of all sentients. The races must learn to mediate and settle disputes among themselves, not rely on the Jedi Order for everything. We would be failing in our duty and our beliefs if we coddled the peoples of the Republic."

Unqi considered this, taking it all in. She sighed inwardly. "I guess I see, Master Wilham. I have learned a lot today. Thank you."

"Farewell, Unqi. May the Force be with you," Wilham bid her farewell.

"May the Force be with you, Master."

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Cas'aab was a Caamasi. The Caamasi were famous philosophers and advocates of peace and other virtues and ideals throughout the galaxy, and had been as far as any Republic historian knew. Indeed, it was said that, 22,500 years ago, when the Order of the Jedi was just beginning (on the planet Ossus, it was rumored), the first Jedi came to Caamas to learn how to use their powers. After all, the vast bulk of the Jedi Code was very similar to Caamasi philosophy.

Cas'aab had written a paper, intended to present both sides of the slavery issue and to assert the Caamasi doctrine and ideal of anti-slavery at the end. Thus, the Caamasi leadership hoped, both sides would learn to see all sides of an argument, and the Quorosan slavers would see the error of their ways. Cas'aab entitled his paper A Declaration on the Rights of Sentient Beings Existing and Coexisting in This Fair Galaxy.

Stepping up into his hover pod, Cas'aab sent it into the middle of the Senate chamber, and began to read.

“Members of the Galactic Republic,” he began. “As you know, the recent actions of the Quorosan government have started a conflict that could tear the Republic apart.

“There has always been slavery in the galaxy, and there has always been a minor debate on the subject. There was even a large slave market here on Coruscant until a few hundred cycles ago. And slavery does have its benefits. It provides free labor to produce goods, and often more than just the slavers benefit. For example, the Quorosan goods have been sold over the galaxy, and have helped many citizens.

“Though, with the question of slavery also comes the question of humanity. Is it right to use another person to your own benefit? This person could mature to be a great leader for their planet, or even be elected Grand Chancellor of the Republic. They could discover a cure for a deadly disease, or any number of things. But instead they are forced to work, and their master reaps the reward.

“The matter with slavery is a completely moral issue. The Republic cannot be a fair government if an entire species can be taken as slaves and forced into labor. It is the opinion of the Caamasi government that slavery should be officially banned in the Galactic Republic. If the government can allow the actions taken by the Quorosan people to pass, there’s no limit to what other atrocities can be committed in the Republic.”

The Caamasi Senator sat back down, and listened to the murmurs that surrounded him around the room.

Benoar looked down at Cas’aab as his pod moved back into its position on the wall.

“Thank you, Senator Cas’aab. Are there any comments that would like to be made?”

Senator Yuvas stood up. “Yes, I do. Senator Cas’aab, if you completely ban slavery in the Republic, do you have an idea of the economic disaster that will be caused?”

“Senator Yuvas, you do not need forced labor to run an economy. Many other independent governments have done fine economically without the need of slaves, and most produce their own goods and necessities of life. If your government on Quorosa does meet a downfall, it will be very brief, and if it does get worse you could easily get help from the rest of the Republic by loans. Raising salaries for workers will get plenty of more workers for you, and will greatly increase income. Governments and economy should not, and need not, be made on the backs of slaves.”

Yuvas tried to think of something to say, but found he couldn’t and sat back down. It was something about his voice. Cas’aab had a strong voice, and when he spoke it was as if sheer power was coming from his lips. Any comment Yuvas made would just make him look foolish among the rest of the Senators, and wouldn’t draw much support. That, and along with the fact that there wasn’t really much he could say.

“It appears as if Senator Yuvas is finished,” Benoar said. “Any further comments among the Senate?” No one spoke. “If there are no more arguments or proposals that can be made by one week, there will be a vote on the Quorosan Slavery Issue. The Senate Meeting is now adjourned.”
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If you would like to add non-story comments, please post them here so we can reduce cluttering here and just post story parts. Thanks.


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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

[This message has been edited by Cougar (edited November 12, 2000).]

(NSP: Great post..I really like the topic of your "story" and I would post for it..if I wasn't going to mess it up. I'm not really a great story poster..of that kind of topic..but I assure you, I'll keep updated on being one of your loyal readers :-)

Thanks.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(NSP: You're welcome..very much. :-)

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Wow... I hope to add to this story, however it is 3:41 AM where I am right now...

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Great people talk about Ideas
Average people talk about Things
Small people talk about other people
Member of the Rebellion agains AC

(NSP: May I ask..why are you speechless? :-) I wish more people would post for your topic..I really find it a very interesting subject to write about..:-) Keep writing!)

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**Kim**
"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world."

Okay, I'll add more.
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Wilham Yoshima walked into the Jedi Council Chamber. He looked with narrow eyes at the Council members, whom were all staring at him. He ran a hand through his shiny black hair and stepped into the middle of the ring of chairs.

He looked out the window and saw the bright descending beneath the tall silvery skyscrapers. The red light shone through the window, giving the room a reddish tint. It was evening, and he guessed Unqi would arrive at Coruscant at around nine in the morning. He looked to the head of the Council, Master Bari.

To his right was a red-headed female human, named Carih Shoon, who was around the age of thirty-five. He was told she had a natural talent in tapping into the Force, and became a member of the council when she was twenty-one. To Bari’s left was Jarue’hals’kerak, a male Devaronian, his two horns on the top of his head decidedly smaller than the average male. He had a garish scar on his left cheek, but he never discusses how he got it.

Master Bari was an odd looking alien with a large, slender, slimy, snake-like body. At the head the body smoothed out and curved into a narrow, wedge-shaped formation. Four black, beady eyes were found on the top of the head, along with a wide mouth with two tendrils pointing above the mouth. He had four tentacles, two on each side. At the ends of the tentacles were three protrusions that served as fingers. At the end of his body there was a long, slender tail, which he used to support himself, like the Hutts do. He had on a brown robe, with a long lightsaber clipped onto the belt.

“Master Yoshima, do you have a report prepared for your last assignment?” Bari asked, his tongue slithering out as he talked.

“Yes, Master Bari. I was able to persuade Empress Nariss to release the kidnapped princess and return her to the High King of Habeen. The Narwhaak and Habeen systems should be able to put aside their differences pretty soon and establish a treaty.”

“Good work, Master Yoshima. Although, from what I’ve heard, the Empress said you’re tactics were less than, say, proper.”

“If you mean the blockade, I had no choice. If I had followed their orders they would have captured me for sure, and would have had even more trouble. By disabling their fighters and knocking out the capital ship’s tractor beams, I was able to land on the planet.”

“From what we heard, you also disabled a cargo ship delivering important equipment for one of their colonies in the Arwhaak sector.”

“Yes, well, that wasn’t my fault. The gunner on my corvette got a little over-excited during the fight and mistook it for another smaller capital ship and blasted away at it.”

Master Bari sighed. “It would have been better if you had just let them board your ship.”

“I’m sorry, master. I’ll try better next time.”

“Next time you’ll follow orders. Don’t try to be all brave-like. A Jedi does not crave adventure or excitement, but to protect the galaxy from evils.”

“Yes Master.”

Bari paused a moment. “We also received news that you fought your way into the Empress’s Palace and into her throne room.”

“Master Bari, I was forced to do that in order to complete the mission. They refused me permission to speak to the Empress, so I did what was necessary.”

“You’re a Jedi. There are easier ways to ‘persuade’ others to get your objectives completed.”

“Yes, but Master Taheba advised me not to do so unless absolutely necessary. I didn’t find it necessary, since I got to the Empress easy enough.” There was a silence in the Chamber. “I didn’t kill anyone,
either. The guards only tried to stun me, and I just deflected the bolts back at them.”

Master Bari looked down. “Fine. Next time follow your directions. As I have told you; your goal is to protect the citizens of the Republic, not to fight your way through everything. That’s what a mercenary does, not a Jedi.”

“Yes, Master.”

No one spoke for a moment, and then Master Bari said, “Have you received any news of your new apprentice, Unqi?”

“Yes, I talked with her while I was flying to Coruscant. She should be here shortly.”

“Good. When she gets here, I want you to take her to Quorosa with you. There’s been reports of growing unrest with the citizens there, and I want you to make sure it doesn’t get too violent down there. The Republic base that is being built down there is almost completed, so that should help you.”

Wilham nodded. “We’ll leave as soon as we’re ready.”

Master Bari nodded back. “You are dismissed.”
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I hope you like it. I plan on eventually having the Senate voting to ban slavery, then the Quorosans attack the new Republic base on Quorosa and have fighters disable the Republic orbital space station above the planet. Then the Quorosans will call themselves the Deridian Republic and a bunch of planets will join them. Does that sound okay? If you don't like it I could change it.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

BTW, Krig, what timezone are you? I'm in the Central time zone, in the good old state of Wisconsin.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Master Carie Shoon turned to Bari after Wilham walked out of the room. “Do you think it is wise to give him this assignment? He doesn’t’ seem ready to handle this. This is a big case here, and he seems… well… currently incompetent.”

“He’ll be fine,” Master Bari assured her. “He just needs someone to help guide him. Now that he lost his last apprentice during a battle with some gangsters, he seems a little troubled, I’ve noticed. He seems to be looking back to his past years more, to the advice from his old Master. With his new apprentice Unqi, he should do fine. All he needs is someone to help guide him.”

Carie thought for a moment, and spoke: “I hope you’re right. The results of his last assignment were less than perfect. He is acting like a naïve apprentice, and I’m not very happy with it.”

Master Horuf, a Bothan with a white streak going down his head, spoke up. “I agree with Master Carie. I don’t feel like we can trust him to handle this situation properly. He used to be a very brave Jedi, but now he’s far too reckless. I don’t think we can trust him with another apprentice quite yet.”

Master Bari looked around the room. “Please, trust my judgment on this. Something in the Force is telling me he is the right Jedi for this job, and I have great faith in him.”

Carie looked down. “By the Force, I hope so.”
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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Does anyone else have any ideas about how to lead the story into the eventual war? What I posted was only an idea, and I'm welcome to more. But if you like mine, we can stick with that too.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(I was called away to visit relatives, which is why I haven't responded until now.

I was speechless because of my amazement at the brilliant piece of writing. I didn't know ol' Cougar could write.

I live in Central Time too! Manitoba!

Personally, I think we needs an assassination in there somewhere...)

(BTW, is there anywhere I can get a list of descriptions of Star Wars aliens? It's kinda annoying not knowing what they look like...

Chancellor Benoar strode down the echoing hallways of the Senate building, away from the Senate Hall. He reached his private quarters and dismissed his bodyguards and the various people that had been following him for one reason or another. As his door slid closed behind him he sighed, his serenely confidant expression dissolving into one of worry and exhaustion. It had been a long day.

And it wasn't over yet. Benoar groaned inwardly as he headed over to his desk. It was clean and uncluttered, but that one datapad sitting precisely in the middle could contain hours of work. With a grimace, he sat slowly down to get to work, calling for a drink and some food by way of his serving-droid.

There was a buzz on his communications console on his desk, and Benoar tapped a button. Instantly, the crisp voice of his protocol droid, J-2L9 could be heard.

"Master Benoar, I have heard some very distressing news! I was talking to J-2K9, Senator Yuvas' protocol droid, and-"

"Get on with it, Toowelnine, I haven't got all day."

"Yes, sir. As I was saying, Senator Yuvas is apparently planning with people on Quorosa to secede from the Republic! They intend to put the plan into action after the vote on the Abolition Petition, unless the Petition is defeated."

Chancellor Benoar pondered this news for a moment, then replied.

"I wouldn't put too much stock in what you hear from Yuvas' droid. He's probably using the droid to spread disinformation, in hopes of increasing the chances of the Petition being rejected. If Quorosa were to secede from the Republic, their economy would quickly fall into tatters, slaves or no slaves."

"Yes, sir. I will be more careful in seperating rumour from fact in future."

"Good, thank you Toowelnine."

The Chancellor hit the end communication button. After he pondered the droid's news for a moment, he took his drink and food from the patiently waiting serving droid, and returned to his work.

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If you think you're wise--you're not.
Member of the Rebellion agains AC

Thanks for posting.

I could get some descriptions. What aliens do you want described for you?

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Okay, here's a bit more.
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Checoc Weden sat at a table with other leaders in the Quorosan military. They were sitting in a dark room, illuminated only by a light hanging above their heads. The room was completely sound proof. Most rooms inside the Capital building were, but the darkness just added a little extra protection from snooping civilians or press reporters. The people would know eventually what the men were discussing, but for now they didn’t want to cause any excitement.

Checoc turned to the current High Commander of Military Forces, named Tahro Gik. He had a large scar running down from the top of his skull down to his beak in front.

“Have you received any news from Senator Yuvas?”

“Yes, I have actually. Benoar’s droid met up with Tookaynine and Benoar received the news.”

“Are you sure he was told?”

“Yes. Tookaynine placed a small listening device on Benoar’s droid, which allows us to hear everything the droid does and says, as well as everything within a thirty meter radius of the droid.”

“Well done, Commander Gik. I had never though of doing that.”

“Well, that’s why I’m Commander,” he said dryly with a smile.

“Hey, now, let’s not get too cocky. Remember, we’re leading this revolution together.”

Tahro nodded. “Of course we are.”

Checoc now turned to the other men at the table; Admiral Irhoc, one of Tahro’s most trusted officers, who’s put in charge of much of the Quorosan fleet; and General Outra, who commands the Infantry and Mobile Units.

“Well, while you men were busy playing with Benoar’s droid, I was paying close attention to the latest news in the Senate.”

Admiral Irhoc nodded. “I believe I heard something about the Caamasi Senator making a speech.”

“Yes, he did. The Caamasi are obviously not on our side on the matter, and the speech turned a lot of the Senators against us, as well. I’ve talked with a lot of our former supporters. ‘Former’ supporters.”

“How many have we lost?” Tahro asked.

“Fifteen planets from our original ring of supporters, and probably a lot more that were leaning toward our side.”

Tahro sighed. “So, who still is with us?”

“Luckily, we still have a lot with us. In the Republic, we have the Kashyyk, Trandosha, Rodia, Kinyen, Dagobah, Ralitar, Ord Mandell, Talooran, Mantooine, the Barab system, and a lot more; plus a lot outside the Republic, like the entire Hutt System, along with all the species asscosiated with them, Tatooine, and much more.”

“Well, we’re not doing that poorly then, are we?”

“Nope. I’ve contacted them, too, and they’ve all agreed to side with us in case a revolution needs to take place.”

Tahro smiled lightly. “Excellent.”

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

[This message has been edited by Cougar (edited August 22, 2000).]

BTW, thanks for the compliments, Krig.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(The reason I want to find a site describing SW aliens is that, in virtually all the SW books, they refer to aliens by name, and never describe them . Just kinda annoying, is all. And what does the Chancellor look like, BTW?)

(I'm just wondering how Dagobah made an alliance with Quorosa. After all, Dagobah has no intelligent life, and isn't on any maps at the time of ESB... just wonderin'

Wilham Yoshima sat in the captain's chair on the bridge of the Living Force, one of the small ships the Jedi Council kept for transporting themselves around the galaxy. Someday, Wilham hoped to own a ship of his own, so that he wouldn't have to rely on the Coucil to provide for him. In front of Wilham sat the pilot, and in front of the pilot the star-streaks of hyperspace slipped by.

Wilham was thinking about the reprimand he had recieved from the Council. While they were right, he thought, that he had used excessive violence, he was disgusted at the amount of politicking that had crept into the Council and the Jedi Order. Jedi should be worried about preserving life and eliminating suffering, not the proper etiquette for rescuing princesses. Wilham conceded that he had perhaps used more violence than was necessary, but, after all, he hadn't killed anyone. Perhaps he was missing a step in the logic that the Council used. In any case, wether he agreed with them or not, he had to follow their guidance. They did, after all, know far more than he probably ever would.

The door hissed behind Wilham as Unqi Navishma stepped onto the bridge.

"We will come out of hyperspace in a minute, correct, Master?"

"Yes, Unqi. I see your use of the force is already impressive."

"Um, not really, I merely set the chronometer in my quarters to alert me when we neared Quorosa." Unqi smiled.

"You should not pretend to be something that you are not, Unqi, especially to me. Deception is the path of the dark side."

"But master, I wasn't-"

Wilham interupted her,"Unqi, there are two rules you must abide by if you are to become a Jedi Knight. The first is:'Your master is always right'. The second is:'If your master is wrong, see the first rule'."

Unqi laughed.

"I'm quite serious, Unqi. Especially in a situation like the one we're going into, with a slight element of danger. Questioning your master is likely to get you killed."

"I'm sorry, Master. It will not happen again."

"Good. Now sit down, and relax. We won't get much time to relax when we get there."

The smooth, dull grey ship slipped out of hyperspace, and headed towards the rapidly looming planet of Quorosa.

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If you think you're wise--you're not.
Member of the Rebellion agains AC

I could find a site when I get back from school. But, I know Togorians are large cat-like aliens. Have you ever read Paradise Snare in the newer Han Solo Trilogy? Han's friend was a large black furred Togorian. Benoar is a much older Togorian, so he might be a bit shorter than some, and has gray fur.

About Dagobah; I figured we could make that an interesting plot twist. What if Dagobah wasn't always an uninhabited swamp planet? What if at one time it had a pretty big civilization living there, and the upcoming war destroyed it? We could make it be a pretty well off planet, with a big military an stuff, but the war destroys the cities and they sink into the swamp. If you don't like the idea, I could edit my post and make it some other planet instead.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(I was thinking you were thinking that about Dagobah . Exactly how many years before the movies is this? Cause it'd have to be quite a while before for Dagobah to not be on any maps in ESB. Oh, and thnx for the description of the Togorians )

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If you think you're wise--you're not.
Member of the Rebellion agains AC

If you'll be posting in italics, I will too.

Hmm, I haven't thought that much about a date. At TACC I suggested around 2,500 years, but I haven't read the Tales of the Jedi comics, and I don't know if there was any slavery in the Republic at the time. Have you read them? If you haven't, I guess we could stick with 2,500 and just change it if we find conflicting evidence. Unless, of course, you have another idea for a date. It doesn't matter much to me. So much of the history of the Old Republic is left open, you can pretty much feel free to do about whatever you want.

And Dagobah would have to be on the map, otherwise Luke wouldn't have been able to set the hyperspace coordinates to it and get there. Unless you have him saying something otherwise... do you?

BTW, here is a great site for all you're SW knowledge needs: http://www.theforce.net/swenc/

About your post; I thought it was interesting how Wilham was saying whatever he says goes, after Bari was saying he needed guidance from others, especially after the loss of his former apprentice(which we can add more info on as the story progresses). Maybe we could have this advice get the duo into trouble later on? Like, Unqi makes a suggestion, but Wilham disagrees and it causes them grief later on?

I'll add more to the story later on. I have an idea for an assinisation attempt on Benoar, so let me handle the Senate scenes for a while.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles


[This message has been edited by Cougar (edited August 23, 2000).]

Liin Tuaa walked down the large Senate hallways. The walls were lavender colored, and gave a purplish tint throughout the room. He had heard somewhere that it was the only color that didn’t represent sorrow, hatred, or anger in all the planets in the Republic. Not that he cared about the cultures of other aliens.

Liin was nearing the completion of his Jedi training, and would soon reach his Knighthood. He was a human, and proud of it. He had grown up with a dislike to aliens, thanks to his very prejudice parents. He hadn’t, however, grown up with any attitudes toward slavery, but didn’t mind the idea of an entire civilization of aliens being enslaved.

The debates in the Senate had interested him immensely, and he was heading toward the Senate Hall to listen in and watch.

Suddenly, he felt a pang of deep worry from one of the Senators. Worry, mixed with a little bit of concern and fear. Stretching out with the Force, he could feel it was from somewhere directly above him. Running to the nearest elevator lift, he went up to investigate.

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Chancellor Benoar looked around the Senate Hall. “Are there any further comments among the Senators that would like to be made?”

The Senate was quiet.

“Then will the Senators please cast in their votes for the Abolotion Petition?”

All the Senators looked down to the panel in front of them, and began casting their votes.

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Senator Yuvas quickly punched in his vote, and looked up to watch the other Senators. He could see one of the Senators directly below him to his right had voted for slavery, and he made a small grin. To his side, one of his aides was breathing coarsely.

“Ferak, are you feeling okay?”

Ferak, who was staring at Chancellor Benoar, looked back at Yuvas. “Yes, sir, I’m just a little nervous.”

Yuvas nodded and looked away, and Ferak began to stare at Benoar again. He produced a small blaster from his pocket, which was made out of duraplast to prevent being picked up by detectors. He sighed, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it.

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Letting the Force guide him, Liim made his way behind the Senate pods, moving quietly to prevent detection. The Hall was currently very quiet, and assumed they were casting the votes on the Petition. The source of the feelings he had felt was becoming stronger, and he felt he was almost there.

Suddenly he looked up and saw the sign for the Quorosan Senator’s pod. The feeling was now the strongest he had felt. He thought to himself. It made sense Senator Yuvas would feel a little concern, but it pays to at least check it out, he thought to himself. You can never trust those non-humans.

The door to get into the pod was currently locked. The control panel was right next to the door. Liim stretched out with the Force, and manipulating the control panel he finally got the door to hiss open.

Unclipping his lightsaber, he ran up the ramp into the pod.

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Chancellor Benoar looked down at the date screen. “All the Senators have now cast in their votes. I will now read the results.”

Yuvas looked to his aide Ferak, who was now breathing even louder.

“Fifty-seven percent has voted for the Abolotion Petition.” He paused a moment to let it sink in. “Forty-three percent has voted to veto it. By the results of the Senate vote, I now pass the Abolition Petition.”

Benoar was about to sound the bell that marks the passing of a bill and the end of the debate, when suddenly he heard a blaster shot from above him.

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Ferak looked down and heard the results of the vote. He sighed heavily, and discretely pointed the blaster down towards Benoar. Using expert aim, he directed the blaster toward Benoar’s head. One shot should do it, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, he heard a door hiss open behind him. Without thinking, Ferak fired off a shot at the approaching person. He heard another sharp hiss, and a bright blue blade lit up just in time to deflect the shot upwards toward the ceiling. Ferak frantically fired off two more shots, and Liim deflected those as well. One landed on the floor right next to Yuvas’s feet, who was sitting still eyes and beaks wide open; and the other shot bounced right back at Ferak, hitting him in the hand. His blaster flew over the pod, and landed somewhere in the bottom of the hall.

Suddenly, some blue-cloaked Republic guards ran into the pod and apprehended the wounded Ferak.

Liim smiled at the guards. “Good day, gentlement.”

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Meanwhile, at the orbital space dock above Quorosa, Wilham and Unqi felt a sudden surge of feelings; mixtures of worry, concern, and anger. The Jedi looked at each other, and wondered what had happened.
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I plan to make Liim more of a main character later in the story. He'll probably eventually turn against the Republic, somewhere in the middle of the war or something.

Now, obviously, the band of Quorosan rebels will take out the Republic building and the Space Station, but I want to wait a bit and have Benoar, and the head of the Republic Military come to the base before the attack. Unless you want something different.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(NSP: Wow..I've been away for a while..and busy..so I haven't had much time to read through the posts..but you guys are really great writers. I only wish I could, in someway, be "blessed" with such a talent as you. Oh well..guess we're all not too lucky. Keep posting..it's going great. :-)

Thanks!

BTW, Losien, you can post ideas too, like dates, things you'd like to see, or whatever. I'm open to ideas. Besides, you're pretty much our only audience. This story isn't getting that much attention.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(NSP: As much as I'd want to..I can't..because..well..I have no ideas..and the ideas I would have..wouldn't be great at all..and so I prefer not to ruin your story..if that's ok with you guys :-)

Whatever.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(NSP: I'm glad you understand :-)

As the Living Force neared the space station Quorosan Pride; a large station with three platforms on the side for large cargo ships to dock and reload or transport cargo, all protruding from a large central command pod; the comm indicator beeped, and Wilham flipped it on. The face of a Quorosan flight control officer appeared on the screen above the two Jedi’s heads.

“What is the name of your ship, and what is your business and destination?”

“This is the Living Force. The Galactic Republic sent us as watchmen for this system,” Wilham replied. “Our destination is the Republic base on the surface.”

The Quorosan turned his head and said something in the Quorosan language to someone else, probably his superior officer. Their language was very interesting; it consisted of a series of whistles and clicks with the tongue, and the end result was a fairly pleasing sound. Although this particular officer sounded fairly worried. Wilham stretched out with the Force, and he found his assumption was correct.

The officer turned back to the screen. “The Republic base is still under construction. You’ll have to stay here at the station for a while. Please land in docking bay E-65.”

“But we were told the base was completed a few weeks ago.”

The officer quickly turned off the comm. Unqi then turned to her Master.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I felt something right after we came out of hyperspace. It was as if a huge group of people suddenly let loose feelings of anger. I can still feel it if I stretch out far enough. Did you feel it, Master?”

Wilham nodded his head. “Yes, I feel it too. I don’t like it much either. And now we aren’t permitted to land on the surface.”

“Well, I feel we should just let it go and worry about it once we get on the station. Maybe we can talk with somebody on board.”

“Unqi, what did I tell you abut making decisions? I told you that it’s up to me. I am the Master, and you are to learn.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry. What do you think we should do?”

Unqi looked down, and then back at Unqi. “We will worry about the problem once we get on board. Then I’ll ask around and try to get some answers.”

Unqi suppressed a smile as she guided the ship to the docking bay.

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The station has just become partly controlled by the Republic, so maybe the next person who posts cold incorporate that into the story. I want it to be half controlled by them so the Quorosans will have to find a way to regain control.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Don't worry, this isn't dead. I've been waiting to see if Krig wanted to post something, but it seems like he's gone so I'll have some new stuff prepared in a bit.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Meanwhile on the surface, Checoc and the other men sat around the table watching the holovid centered on the middle of the table. They were watching the Senate meeting, and with great interest.
The men could see there was great commotion in the Senate, and even though the speakers were turned off for all the Senators, their yelling and the talking amongst themselves could easily be heard. “Ferak, along with Senator Yuvas and his other advisor, have just been taken into custody by security officials,” spoke the female human reporter. “The man who stopped the gunner has been identified as a Jedi named Liin Tuaa, who has nearly completed his training. I believe we all owe him a debt of gratitude for-”
Checoc touched a button with his feathery finger and the floating holographic picture faded out.

“Does anybody know whose bright idea that was?”

Tahro shook his head. “It certainly wasn’t my idea.”

Outra turned his large head to the rest of the men, who was before thinking about something to himself. “It doesn’t seem like Yuvas to do something like that. He wouldn’t have the courage to think up something like that by himself and actually carry it out.”

“I agree,” acknowledged Tahro. “It was possibly something the advisor himself thought up…” He paused. “Or maybe there’s someone else working with him.”

Checoc thought for a moment. “Who would be doing that, though? I’m sure there are other citizens who have thought of rebellion, but assassinating the Grand Chancellor of the Republic…”

Irhoc spoke up. “My guess is that the advisor was just some lone mad man, who brought the blaster as a sigh of desperation after the vote.”

Checoc nodded. For some reason, the vote results didn’t come as much of a shock to him. It was as if he had always assumed it would come to this. But, he also realized he had never made any plans if it would happen.
“So, what do we do now?”

Tahro answered immediately, putting his military and political skills to use. “I say we wait a while. I believe we can use the actions of our friend Ferak to our advantage.”

Checoc looked at him inquisitively. “How so?”

“I think we should find a way to prove that Ferak’s actions do not represent those of Quorosa. Possibly stage a fake rebellion or civil war among us, to show the majority of Quorosa accepts the judgment in the Senate. Then we could try to gain sympathy among the Republic, making us look like victims. Maybe fake economical records, trading income, and all that. Make the Senate’s ruling unfair. Then we could make the rebellion a sign of complete desperation, possibly giving us more supporters.”

Checoc smiled. “Brilliant.”

Suddenly the comm buzzed, and Tahro turned it on. The face of a young Quorosan appeared on the holovid. He seemed worried.

“Commander Gik, sir. This is Lieutenant Araf, aboard the Quorosan Pride. Two Jedi have just arrived, claiming to have been sent by the Republic. What should we do?”

“Hmm… This could cause problems. Tell them to stay on the station, and don’t allow them to come to the surface. They can’t do much harm up there.”

“But won’t they become suspicious?”

Tahro sat stumped, but Checoc suddenly had an idea. “Have the reports changed on the station’s computer. Have the Republic base be damaged, during some bad weather. Say the armor and shields weren’t completely set up yet, and a thunder and hailstorm damaged much of the base. And say recently it just got worse when a weak foundation toppled much of the base.”

Araf, still worried, asked, “Do you think they’ll buy it?”

“They should. And if they don’t, keep them detained somewhere. Just keep them off the surface. We don’t need them snooping around.”

“Yes, sir. Lieutenant Araf out.”

The holographic image faded out, and Checoc sighed. The Jedi at Quorosa would only make the plans harder to carry out. They had just stay away from them, and the Jedi will be fine.


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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Where'd Krig go? I can post more, but I've been waiting to see if he wanted to post something.

I'll probably post more later today, since he isn't posting.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

The silvery, cylindrical-type shaped Jedi ship flew into the large docking bay. The ramp lowered, and two figures stepped out in flowing brown robes. They were greeted by a large group of Quorosan guards. They wore red suits, adorned with decorative straps and insignia. They carried long rifles. A decorative officer led the guards.

The officer stepped up to the Jedi. He was a smaller Quorosan, almost pathetic looking. It seems as if he achieved his rank by his talent in finding a way of being favored by superior officers. When he spoke to the Jedi, his voice quivered and sounded scared.

He cleared his throat and spoke. “Greetings, Jedi. I am Lieutenant Horan. I am to escort you to your quarters.”

Wilham stepped closer. He spoke in a loud voice, his words echoing in the hangar bay. “I would like to see the commander of the station, first. I have some questions I would like to ask him.”

The officer seemed to cower beneath Wilham, but soon regained his composure. “I’m sorry, but the commander is currently unavailable. I am to take you to…”

“You will take me to the commander, please.” Wilham reached for his saber, and after taking a strong grip on it, he looked back up to Horan.

He cleared his throat again. “Of course, I could make arrangements for you to speak with him. Please, come this way.”

Horan quickly walked away, his guards following him. Unqi stepped up to her Master, who was walking behind the officer.

“Master, are you sure that those actions were, well, proper?”

“What are you saying, my Padawan?”

“Well, it seemed to me that it wasn’t right.”

Wilham looked at her. “How so, Unqi? Please enlighten your Master.”

Unqi sighed, feeling a pang of annoyance, but shook it off. Her previous master, Master Gorta, had told her not to let her emotions take control over her actions. And she certainly didn’t want to let those kinds of emotions loose on her current Master.

“Controlling other beings using fear of death seems very wrong. Seems like a power of the Dark Side. Something about it unsettles me.”

Now it was Wilham who felt annoyed. She shouldn’t be telling him what was right and wrong. But, he might also have been annoyed with the fact that she might be right. “We’ll discuss it later. We have work to do.”

They stepped onto the elevator, and went up to the command chamber.

The chamber was very large, and the majority of the station’s important computer systems were in the room. There was an officer at every console, watching over life-support, gravitational engines, propulsion engines, security systems, and other things. The hum of machinery filled the room. In the center of the room stood an older Quorosan officer, most likely general or some other high status.

Lieutenant Horan walked up to the general and said, “General Thorus, these are the Jedi.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” said the general. He motioned to the Jedi. “Please, come this way to my office.”

In the back of the room there was a door. Thorus opened it, and he and the Jedi stepped inside. There was a large desk in the center, made out of the fine rethillian tree wood from Nora VI. Overhead there was a large window ceiling, which looked out onto the horizon of Quorosa, and the black vastness of space. Unqi looked up at the window, marveling at the view.

“Nice, isn’t it?” asked the Quorosan.

“Yes, it is. Even with all the industrial areas, Quorosa still manages to keep a certain beauty to it. Most planets can’t do that.”

Thorus nodded. “Now to business. I heard you two were sent here by the Republic.”

Wilham nodded. “Yes, we were planning to land on the surface and stay at the new base, but we apparently aren’t allowed to go there.”

The general smiled. “Of course you aren’t. Unless you want to stay in a critically damaged building.”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard? There’s been a series of recent storms, and the bases shield systems were temporarily knocked out. Much of the base was destroyed.”

Wilham looked at the general closely, probing the Quorosan’s mind for any sign of deceit. “That’s odd. I haven’t heard anything about that.”

“Yes, that is odd. But the fact still stands. You can check all of the station’s computers.”

Wilham turned to Unqi and made a face.

“Don’t worry! The base will be repaired soon. The reconstruction teams down there are hard at work. It should be done in, say, a month or so.”

Wilham’s eyes widened. “A month? We can’t wait that long! We’re supposed to be inspecting the planet and to prevent any uprising. With the recent Senate debates, the Republic doesn’t want to take any chances.”

“Debates? You have been out of touch for a while, haven’t you? The Senate vote was made earlier today. The Abolition Petition was passed.”

Wilham paused for a moment. “Then that’s all the more reason for us to go down there! If we can’t go to the base, just let us go down to the surface.”

“I’m sorry, sir Jedi, but I have orders not to let you come to the surface,” Thorus said sternly. “There are fears that if you go down you will be in danger yourself. You must stay here for your own safety.” Wilham opened his mouth to speak, but Thorus cut him off. “The guards will take you to your quarters. Good day.”

The general pushed a button, and two guards came in. Wilham gave Thorus a scornful look, and then the Jedi left with the armed escorts.


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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

(Sorry for not posting, but I've recently lost my access to the internet (minor truck rolling, nothing serious). This is being written at school. I will probably (possibly) get internet privileges back next month. Sorry for any inconvienience .)

Wilham sat wearily in the small room he and Unqi had been given, his head in his hands.

"Something is going on, Unqi" he said "This is more than bad luck."

"Perhaps we should call for help."

"We can't. They control the only communications and..." Wilham strode over to the door "Just as I suspected, it's locked. We're effectively prisoners."

"What shall we do now, Master?"

"Well, one thing is clear. We must get planetside. Locked away in this station we are no good to anyone."

They fell silent. Unqi walked over to the small portal that showed a view of deep space, partly obscured by a nearby beam. Wilham sat back down on one of the two small, hard cots (Beds for kings on Quorosa, for all he knew), and resumed thinking of an escape plan.

At length Unqi spoke.

"Master, why am I not to decide things for myself? I though the Jedi defended free will, not suppressed it. My former master allowed me to make decisions, he said that the only way to learn is through experience."

"Yes, Unqi, experience is the only way to learn. But experience is useless if you are dead. Right now you are far too inexperienced to be making life and death decisions, especially when the life and deaths concerned are of whole systems. When you are older, and you are more advanced in the use of the Force, you will be able to make more decisions. But for now, my word is law."

"Yes, Master."

"And now, my word is saying that we must get out of here."

Wilham smiled and rose from the cot.

Oh, BTW, great writing Cougar

I was wondering why you suddenly left. I'm glad you came back, though. I was sort of running out of current ideas for a while. I plan to start going back to Coruscant for a while. We've gone into quite a bit of Quorosa, and I think we should cover more of the trials with Ferak and maybe go into Liim and Benoar a little bit more now. Anywho, here's my bit.
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He reached for his lightsaber, but realized it wasn’t there. Hmm, that’s odd, he thought. Those guards must have taken our lightsabers without our noticing. But how would they have been able to do that without him feeling something through the For-…

He stretched out with the Force, trying to feel the Quorosans on the planet below, he tried to feel the people as they walked past the locked door, and then just tried to sense Unqi as she stared worriedly on the cot.

“Unqi, I can’t feel the Force.”

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The young officer walked up to General Thorus on the bridge. “Sir, we have the Yslamari we just picked up from Myrkr placed around the station. They should keep the Jedi from causing too much trouble.”

“Good. The guards have also taken their sabers, I assume.”

“Yes, sir, I made sure they did so.”

“Good work, Colonel. I’m sure High Commander Tahro will be happy to hear that. He has been rather worried about the Jedi.”

“Yes, sir.” The Quorosan colonel walked out of the bridge. Suddenly the communications officer turned to face the general.

“Sir, the Grand Admiral of the Republic Military has just arrived, sir. He wishes to speak with you.”

“You mean he just got here? On the station? Why didn’t you tell me he was here before he docked?”

“Grand Admiral Tor-Coe didn’t allow us to check his ship as he was coming in. He just flew into the hangar bay on his shuttle. There is a Republic battle cruiser orbiting the planet near us.”

First two Jedi, now the Grand Admiral of the Republic? “Well, have him brought up here then.”

“He says he wants you to meet him in the hangar bay.”

Thorus sighed and nervously ruffled his feathers. “So be it. Tell him I’m on my way down.”

He quickly rode down an elevator and made his way to the hangar bay where the Admiral was. A pair of guards escorted him. When he walked in he found the three-eyed Gran

Admiral Tor-Coe standing by the large silvery shuttle, followed down the ramp by five pairs of soldiers and two guards. He stood staring at the general, signaling he wanted Thorus to come to him. He did so.

General Thorus saluted the Admiral, and tried to smile. “Grand Admiral Tor-coe, I didn’t expect you to be coming. What brings you to our fine planet?”

“I’ve come to inspect the base down on the surface. That, among other things.”

“I see. And what other things would those be?”

“For one, to make sure nothing gets out of hand. I’m sure you’ve heard of the recent Senate vote. I, nor Grand Chancellor Benoar, want any problems from the people of Quorosa.”

“But I thought you sent some Jedi for that job,” Thorus spoke objectively.

“Ah, so you knew about the Jedi? That’s another problem. Two Jedi were sent out here before we left, and we haven’t received word from them yet. I assume you know something of that?”

Thorus immediately shook his head. “No, of course not. I mean, we knew about the Jedi, yes, but we don’t know anything about why they haven’t arrived yet.”

Admiral Tor-Coe nodded. “I see.” He began
walking to the exit, and Thorus followed close behind. “I will be leaving for the base tomorrow. I came here so I could get some rest and relaxation here on this nice station. I’ve heard it is fairly luxurious.”

Thorus smiled, happy to see a change in the subject. “Oh, yes sir. You have heard correctly. We have some of the finest suites this part of the Expansion Region, and probably in some other regions, as well.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Thorus smiled again, to seem inconspicuous. The Admiral might be a little harder to deal with then the Jedi, and he hoped Commander Tahro had an idea of what to do.

"Oh, by the way, General Thorus," the Admiral said as he turned his head to speak. "I will be keeping a regiment of troops here at the station, at least until this whole ordeal is over with. I hope you understand."

Thorus sighed, and then straightened up again. "Yes, sir, of course."

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Senator Yuvas, along with his two advisors; Ferak and Eigha, were led into the Court Hall by two blue-coated guards. Yuvas had never been into the Court Hall before, and had only seen it on the holovid. It was very immense, made almost entirely from strong, reddish-brown wood. In the very front of the room was a long, high podium, where the seven High Judges of the Court sat. In front of the podium were chairs where the accused sat. Behind them sat the fifty members of the Supreme Jury.

The room itself was expertly decorated, with carvings of important historical figures of events etched into the walls and pillars surrounding the room. On the ceiling was a large painting of another major historical even in the Republic’s history, when the Republic was forced to fend off a minor strike force from somewhere beyond the galaxy, from a species called the Yuzzham Vong. Even though it was only a small army, the aliens managed to cause great trouble for the Republic and caused much damage, but the Republic eventually emerged victorious. Luckily, the Yuzzham Vong haven’t been back since.

Yuvas and his advisors were now led to the front of the room, and were seated in front of the Judges. The Chief Judge, a male Gran named Hogharak, sounded the alarm signaling the beginning of the court proceedings. Yuvas felt extremely sick in the stomach, and was shaking nervously.

The Gran Judge spoke. “Will the accused please stand.” The Quorosans did so. “How do you plead, Senator Yuvas?”

“Your Honor, I assure you that I had nothing to do with the actions of my advisor, and that…”

“’Guilty’ or ‘innocent’ will do fine, Senator.”

“Yes, your Honor. Innocent.”

“And you, Advisor Eigha?”

“Innocent, your Honor.”

Hogharak turned to Ferak, who was trying to look proud and defiant, but was actually also shaking nervously. “And how do you plead, Advisor Ferak?”

He swallowed, and sighed. “In-…,” he paused, and sighed again. “Guilty, your Honor.”

The Judge nodded. “Do the Prosecutors have any current evidence to contradict what these men have said?”

“No, your Honor,” spoke a young male human seated by the right wall of the Court Hall.

“Then I declare a recess until further evidence can be brought to the Court regarding the actions of these men.” Hogharak again sounded the alarm, and the Jury and the others in the room began filing out of the large Hall.
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BTW, I like your writing, as well.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

[This message has been edited by Cougar (edited September 12, 2000).]

Deal.

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

On the surface of the planet Quorosa, a native of the capital city Fowlington called Yevar picked up a rock and threw it at the Republic embassy in the city square. He was leading a riot.

"Down with the Republic!" the crowd cried. Yevar, along with a great proportion of the Quorosan population, knew little of Checoc's plans, and wanted to rebel NOW.

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In their secret command center, Checoc and Tahro were discussing tactics and strategies when the report of a riot in central Fowlington itself came in. "Well, isn't this convenient?" Tahro said. "We don't have to fake a civil war now."

"Yes," Checoc replied hesitantly. "At least this little uprising should be easy to quell. I'm up for some instant sympathy within the Republic."

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Quorosan soldiers marched into the plaza, rounding up rioters. As Yevar was handcuffed and led away, the captain came up to him and whispered in his ear, "Very good, citizen Yevar. Commander Tahro and Commander Emeritus Checoc commend you. But keep this under wraps."

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The metaphysical nature of this energy field commonly known as "the Force" is such that it is galactically pervasive, but the potential of becoming omnipervasive, or even modopotent.

Oh, goody! You came! I was hoping I'd get some more writers soon. Although, I mentioned in an earlier segment the capital city is Quesa Tehk. Fowlington does sound pretty appropriate though, doesn't it?

BTW, Gebohq, did you want me to write in Control of the Force, Shadows of Darkness, Neverending Story, or are you going to start a new story?

I'll add more to the story in a little bit. Perhaps we could use this guy break out of prison and help start a fake rebellion?

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

Yevar pondered the meaning of this as he was led away to the prison. He looked around him at all the large buildings surrounding him, marveling at the beauty of the planet, and hoping that maybe the military commanders had something planned for the his world.

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Checoc, escorted by two guards, walked into the underground prison directly beneath the City Square. The entrance was inside the large Capital Building, a large, beautifully designed building, which was as architecturally magnificent as any building on Coruscant. He was led to a large room, which served as the library for the planet, as well as the history and records from the entire sector Quorosa was a part of, the Deridian Sector.

The sector was a very important sector for trade, as it’s major planets laid directly on the Deridian Trade Route. The sector made up the backbone of the Route, which is how it got the name. The Route started at Coruscant, and made it’s way through the galaxy and ends only a short distance away from the Corporate Sector, as well as the Tion Cluster. The major planets between the Corporate Sector and the Deridian Sector include Corulag, Chandrila, Brentaal, Esseles, Rhinnal, and Ralltiir, who all are directly on the trade route. At the Deridian Sector, the Route forked. One route led directly to Coruscant, but the other went through the Hapes Cluster, swung around through Corellia, Commenor, Kuat, Alderaan, and ended at Coruscant.

Due to the proud feelings of independence common in most Quorosans, the term ‘Deridian’ is very rarely associated with the planet, and only used to identify the trade route. However, the Capital Building in the city of Quesa Tehk housed a very large library and museum, which stored artifacts, books, and records of the history of the Deridian Sector, as well as many planets on the Trade Route.

In the same building, the large prison on Quorosa was also found. Checoc provided a retinal scan, and a door opened allowing him to enter the classified part of the building. Security personnel were hard at work monitoring the citizens satisfy their yearning for history, while in the background scientists and archaeologists are also hard at work examining ancient artifacts and deciphering ancient writings, which are frequently found in the old ruins found randomly around the planet.

Going through this section of the museum is of course not necessary to reach the prison. There is an alternative route, but Checoc had scheduled a meeting with a certain prisoner, and was to be met in a secluded room in this section of the museum, which would provide protection from preening eyes and listening ears. Checoc walked up to another door, and this time produced a card, slipped it into a slot, punched in a pass-code, and then was given another retinal scan. The door immediately hissed open.

Inside was the usual meeting place Checoc used to discuss matters with Commander Tahro and his officers, but this time they were not present. Instead there was a special prisoner.

“Hello, Yevar.”

The prisoner didn’t respond.

“Is that the only name you have? I was never given a first name for you, or is it a last name?”

“I don’t know my last name,” Yevar said quickly. “I really don’t know much of anything about my childhood.”

Checoc nodded. “I see.” He walked closer to the table, and took a chair that sat opposite of Yevar. “Yevar, I have some important matters to discuss with you.”

The prisoner looked at Checoc without any expression. “And what would those matters be?”

“You seem very willing to get rid of the Republic problem, don’t you? You have quite a bit of pride for your planet, and feel the galactic government has no right to intrude in on our business, correct?”

Yevar nodded. “Yes, more or less…” He was about to say something, but quickly closed his mouth.

“I could use someone like you. I could use someone to help take care of the Republic. Would you be willing to be that person?”

Yevar smiled, and shook the commander’s hand.

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Grand Chancellor Benoar looked down at the datapad he had found on his desk. He hadn’t spoken to much of anyone today, and had spent most of his day thinking. Now he would have something further to think about. He read it over, and then read it over again.

‘Grand Chancellor Benoar.

The Quorosan uprisings have begun. It started as a tiny riot. The lead rioter was arrested, but recently found a way to break out of the prison. He had apparently been planning an armed assault for a while, and now is beginning to attack the Republic embassy, as well as planning to regain complete control over the Quorosan Pride. It appears as if the Quorosan military is opposed to the actions of the rioters, as many Quorosan military installations have received minor attacks. However, their military has been slow to respond, and my small strike force is the only thing keeping the rebellion to going out of hand. Please arrange for reinforcements. Most of the communications has been knocked out, and I have no guarantee this letter will even reach you.

Grand Admiral Tor-Coe.’

Benoar sighed. The Admiral didn’t go into as much detail as he would have liked. But he would send reinforcements. Admiral Harks was a good officer. He and his army should be able to handle the small Quorosan rebellion. But first Benoar would like to have Yuvas answer some questions. He would arrange for an interrogation to be made by someone else. But right now, he was tired, and desperately just wanted to sleep.
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I think it would be good if we went back to Liim Tuua pretty soon. We haven't really touched on him recently, and I hope to make him a fairly major character later on in the story. Although, I also plan to make him turn bad somewhere later in the story, too. But no quite yet.


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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles


[This message has been edited by Cougar (edited September 17, 2000).]

“I trust you got to Myrkr fine enough, am I correct?” Admiral Harks stared into the eyes of Commander Checoc. Or at least, the image of him. An image mounted on a screen on the wall. The Admiral stroked his pudgy, stubbly cheeks, trying to be polite. He was partially frightened of Checoc. He was frightened of his power, even though he was light years away. Maybe it was from the Quorosan’s reputation. Or maybe he was just easily frightened. Whatever the case, whenever he spoke to the man he tried to be polite and kind, and didn’t want to anger him at all, even though Harks actually had more power than the Quorosan did. Although, sitting in his small quarters with the lights out didn’t help much, either.

“Yes, we did, thank you,” Checoc nodded. “The lizards are being put to good use. Thank you again for giving us the coordinates for the planet. It was very hard for us to find anything close to leading us to it.”

“Well, when you have a planet scorned by the Republic and the Jedi Order, it will be pretty hard to find information about it. It’s what you get when your plant is inhabited by Force-repelling creatures, isn’t it?” The Admiral gave a small smile.

“Yes, I suppose so.” Checoc smiled as well. Even though Harks was a cowardly human, like many were, he did at least try to liven things up at times. “Do you have any information about Chancellor Benoar?”

“Benoar? He’s just being his usual self. He’s trying to stay calm and under control. He doesn’t know what to think of you and your people. Apparently a message got through to him from Admiral Tor-Coe, and that hasn’t helped him much either.”

“How did he get a message from Tor-Coe? Was it via communication channels or by person? I don’t see how either could have been possible.”

“I’m not sure how. All I know is that he got it. The Admiral is a crafty man. I’m sure he could find a way somehow without too much trouble.”

“Well this is very distressing. I’ll have to talk to Commander Gik about this.”

Admiral Harks communicator button beeped. “I’m sorry, Commander Checoc, but I have to cut this discussion short for the moment. Perhaps we could talk another time.”

“No problem. Yes, let’s talk later. Good day.”

“Good day, Commander.” He flipped off the screen, then channeled to the one signaling him. It was Chancellor Benoar.

“Chancellor! Eer, what is it that you want to speak about?”

“I trust you have heard about the rebel uprisings in Quorosa.”

”Yes, I have.” Harks tried his hardest not to look worried.

“Grand Admiral Tor-Coe is having problems with the rebels. He only brought with him a small strike force. The Quorosan military isn’t offering much help for temporarily unknown reasons, and the rebels seem to keep getting stronger.”

“I see…” Harks didn’t like where this was going.

“I would like you to go to Quorosa and assist the Admiral in taking care of the rebels. Take with you a part of your army and leave immediately. They have already knocked out most communication, and we don’t know how much more damage they can do.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll get right on that.”

“Good. I’m sure you will.” Benoar turned off, and Harks sat alone in the dark. He was supposed to be assisting in this war. Now he’s supposed to fight against them? How will Checoc handle this? Unless, of course, he could find a way to use this to his advantage…


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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles

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'But tonight, we're going to a party. Because that's our job.'
'Bleed and die, yub, yub.'
'Never tell me the odds. You know Corellians have no tolorence for odds.'
'Me? Egotistical?

-Wedge Antilles