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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Celebrin's attention is so taken by the man with the steel sword, he nearly misses the human approaching his location.  The robe, the non-threatening posture...this must be the other Force user, and not a Sith thankfully.  At least he didn't appear to be a Sith...but the Dark Side was difficult to see...always shrouded and shaded.  The figure walks straigh toward Celebrin, obviously he had sensed him.  With all the extra strange beings around, he had neglected even to try and sense the location of the other Jedi.  The figure stops not far from the treeline and says a single word... "Jedi?"

Celebrin relaxes a bit, but tenses again.  That was non-committal, a Sith assassin would want to know the same thing before striking.  Yet Celebrin sensed no hostility from this human.  Celebrin moves silently from the trees, bringing both hands to his hood and throwing it back.  "Yes..."  Celebrin continues sensing the other human through the Force, staring into the other's eyes with a level look, a match for the other's height at 6'.  "I must say I'm relieved to find another...I had thought...that's not important I suppose, I obviously thought wrong.  I am Celebrin Lunari, Jedi Knight."  Celebrin felt a bit of pride at the title and quickly quashed it.  Serenity...

When the Clone Wars had started, Celebrin had been an apprentice.  Through his exceptional performance in battle, Celebrin had earned his rank of Knight, but had stayed on as Master Cura's partner.  The bond had still been fresh when Jiphen had died at the hands of the treacherous clones.  Such a stark cut to it had been...difficult... to say the least.  Celebrin had taken off his apprentice braid and had let his hair grow out a bit...as it stood it was still close-cropped dirty blonde.  Celebrin had only been a Knight for a few standard months, and still felt he was not ready to assume the role.  But that was what was necessary now more than ever.  At least he had found another Jedi, it appears that the galaxy is not without some mercy.


((Yes, Order 66 is right near the end of Episode 3...so you're from Luke's time  (hah, I said my own name.  )  It'll be interesting to see how it all plays out.    ))

[Hunter]

(Mar-Jo Komus)

Listening to the Jedi call himself Celebrin Lunari, Mar-Jo said to him “I am Mar-Jo Komus, and I too, am a Jedi Knight.” Stepping forward, he extended his hand to shake Celebrin’s.

“There is a fight going on,” he said as he got within a few feet. “It’s between a guy in a set of armour, don’t worry. He’s not an Imperial Storm-trooper,” he added quickly “And a couple of Orks I think they are called.”

[Chad32]

Zoshonel heard some shots, and felt some hit his wings. He jumped away from the directio n of the shots, and hid behind Skarfang. He let loose a stream of fire directly at Nasrak, who he noticed was unarmored.

[Darth Revan]

Parker saw that the smaller took the bait and started firing at his ork friend. Taking out a spike grenade, he tossed it so it would hit his back plate. This anti-armor grenade should ruin his back plate, and do some damage as well.

Unfortunately, this hostile act had deactivated Parker's cloak. So Parker rolled to the side behind the Orks' ship. The same place he "saw" Thodol retreat to. Looking around for any quiver in the air, he whispered, "Thodol. Where are you? What happened?"

[Myitt]

"Hmm," Corliss murmurs, "well, it's not my battle.  Weird sort of blokes though, aren't they?  And the other one looks like a bloody pterodactyl.  Do us a favor and don't get yourself killed, alright?"  He sneaks back against the far wall of the bar and walks around to the front, keeping his Dracon out just in case. 

As he enters the bar he gets a nasty shock--for a moment he'd thought the ant creature was an immature Skrit Na.  But no, it was just yelling angrily for the pirates in a strange language he could understand; perhaps a Galard-derived dialect?

Corliss slinks past the troublemaker and sits down next to Tara and the humming tupperware container that houses his sibling.

"Needed a break, eh?" he asks as he pushes in his bar seat.

"Something like that," says Tara wearily.  "Myitt had me donate blood to help save an Allied soldier, plus my arm still hurts, plus I haven't slept in like, two days.  Sucks balls, if you ask me."

"Yeah, I did, you know."

"Oh, be quiet." 

She gazes off toward Ardiss and Ossanlin, vaguely wondering how their little ruse is coming along. 

[Shenmue654]

((Since nobody's had Skarfang respond to Mar's "gesture," it's hard to do stuff. XD ))

Skarfang appeared to be distracted fighting the large armored man and hadn't even noticed the wound yet. Mar scoffed irritably and moved into a better position to block the next attack. Rather strong creatures, aren't they? I'll have to find a way to hit him a bit harder if I plan to cause any damage.

This is hardly a position for him to attempt concentrating on anything, but the auras of the two Light-oriented strangers are still vivid in his mind. Ossanlin was bad enough, even though he does have something of a fondness for the Andalite. But these two appear far stronger, and the aura seems very familiar. Best not to fight unless I am absolutely sure I can match them, and even then I don't know why they're here. It may be no threat. Mar attempts to send the one checking him out a simple message just in case: Your aura seems familiar. In a way that irritates me. Are you here by coincidence?

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak took a directed hit form the dragonhumies fire Nazshak quickly dived out form the fire but as he stood back up he felt something stick his back plate not wanting to run the risk of lose a huge chunk of his back he removed his back plate and threw it way
Nazshak saw the spiky stick explode into more spikes he turned a faced the dragonhumie which was now hiding behind Skarfang “Ya coward come stop hiding and fight.” Nazshak ran around Skarfang and opened fire on the dragonhumie aiming for his chest

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Celebrin reaches out to grasp Mar-Jo's forearm.  "Imperials?  Have you news of Coruscant?  The Clones turned on us...certainly...th ey must have some involvement with the Republic but an Empire?  They killed so many...the waves through the Force...surely it couldn't go so far..."

Celebrin closes his eyes and collects his thoughts again, but reels back as his hand jerks out of Mar-Jo's.  A strange signal had pulsed through the Force...it emanated from the man with the steel-like sword.  "This place hosts many strange beings...I have never felt an aura extending beyond the Force."  He closes his eyes again and attempts to reach the being...two mere feelings...serenity and non-hostility.  "Have you been here long Mar-Jo Komus?"

[Hunter]

((lol this is gonna be strange! ur Jedi is from a slightly earlier time than mine.. XD i'll hopefully get started on my post when i get home from school and after i've done my homework.. damn school...)

[Six]

((Was busy, will try to get post up ASAP))

[Six]

(Thodol)

The Marine let the cloaking energies slip, revealing himself to Parker "I am here Mortal" He could feel the presence of Khazrak inside his mind, the Daemon was doing...something, and Thodol didn't quite like the readings he was getting off the Daemon.

"I am unable to help you, the Will of my Master forbids me to participate"

He shuddered in pain as the Daemon began to take hold of him, feeling a rising sense of unease as he began to realize what the Lord of Change had planned.

I know of a 'friend' should come play, although your Mortal form shall have to be sacrificed. Pity.

Thodol listened to this as an emotion that he hadn't felt for many centuries coursed through him, fear. It was not a pleasant experience and the Marine knew that he didn't have long. "Spartan, I have a...request to make of you, obliterate what spawns from me"

Khazrak had been listening to this. Tsk, such a pity. You had great ambition but the Blood God wishes to test this place, test those whom are here. It is a pity to have to kill you
The Daemons voice seemed almost tinged with regret.
 Such an abundance of tasty tasty Souls and Fleshlings. An excellent battleground for the Lord of Skulls

Thodol suddenly writhed in agony as his armor, that had literally been a part of him for centuries of war, was torn off in a welter of blood, the Marine screamed as some unseen force plucked him from the ground and began stripping his body of its very flesh, soon muscle was ripped off and he was torn apart of a welter of blood. Ah Thodol, while you are an interesting creature your ambition betrayed you, and this was far more amusing then merely turning you into a Chaos Spawn.

The blood pooled on the ground, it seemed to be far more blood then even a Space Marine could hold, the red pool bubbled and writhed and a monstrous visage appeared in it, before sliding back beneath. For a moment the blood merely seethed with chaotic energies, before a clawed hand thrust up from it and began to pull a gore-soaked form to the surface.

The Daemon stood in the diminishing pool of blood, stretching its newly formed limbs, it hadn't felt the touch of Mortal enemies for many millennia or had it been but a day ago? Time was nothing inside the Warp and Drak'Shal, Heart of Blood, favored Avatar of Khorne was going to enjoy his time here.

The Heart of Blood let out a roar of fury and barely suppressed hunger, warp energies shifting in a black chaotic aura around the large Daemon. He noticed the mortal near him and pondered on what to do with it.


((Drak'Shal stands about 12' and can be bigger (or smaller) if he so wishes (His true height is around 30 foot, but I though that was a bit over the top) He is the favored Avatar of Khorne and yes he did kill Thodol, clawed his way out of the Warp through an unwilling vessel.))
((Appearance: [spoiler][/spoiler]

((Weapons consist of a large Rune axe, that can slice Terminator-armored Marines in half, some miscellaneous powers of the Blood God, BloodStorm being one of the more powerful and Summon Hound being one of the least))
((Didnt know what to do with Thodol, and didnt want to bring back Khazrak just yet so here's Drak'Shal))
((When I write in this color, then its Khazrak talking))
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(Skarfang)

Skarfang snarled in anger but generally ignored the wound inflicted by another opponent(Mar) and he'd been keeping a loose rein on his bloodlust, and concetrated on grabbing the 'Draksar fingy' that was using him as a shield, he didnt realize why untill a bolter round from Nazshaks gun hit him right in the shoulder, blowing a hole in his thick green flesh.

He roared in pain and slung a heavy punch at Nazshak as the smaller Ork tryed to get around him. "YOUZ GIT! I'Z NOT DA ENEMY!" He then rounded on the sneaky 'un (Mar) and aimed a swift blow from his choppa at his opponents midriff. If he got hit again he was goin' to count all of Nazshaks teef, after punchin' 'em out and puttin' 'em into little piles to count. Hur hur.

[Gaz]

(sorry about the long gap between posts again)

Asda was busy in surgery. The blood was successfully being given to Cutter and she had just finished stopping the bleed. Thankfully the damage to the kidney was not severe, but if left long enough it still would have been fatal.

"Let's close up," Asda said to the crewman who was assisting. Though why a four armed doctor needed assisting, the crewman couldn't figure out.

Gaz and Morgan were outside The Cursed Pride when someone started yelling at them.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Gaz said.

Inside the bar, a crewman of Morgan's looked outside and yelled, "Hey! Someone out there says she's here to take Cap'ns Gaz and Morgan dead or alive!"

The members of Morgan's crew who were still in the bar stood up and one yelled, "We can't let her take the Cap'n!"

They were out the door without hesitation.

Morgan watched with satisfaction as a number of his crew ran out the door of the bar to stand by him and Gaz.

"Are you sure you still want to do this?" the minotaur asked.

[Chad32]

<Another hostile demon has arrived. This will be my time to enter the scene.>

Another pod, like the one Danika came in, shimmered into view in a remote area nearby. Something exited the pod that others might call an undead vampiric monster. He was humanoid, but his skin was as white as bone, and his eyes completely black. As he made his way closer to the demon, his form seemed to fade in and out of focus. Dark energies swirled around him, and when his hand stretched out, a sword made of energy appeared. He made no formal introduction, and no attempt to show exactly which side he was on. His appearance looked far from friendly, as his body was cloaked in clothing the color of blood and midnight.

He simply glared at the demon and said <Leave. Now.> in a deep and gutteral growl.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ardiss had become non-responsive, and Ossanlin becomes a bit more uncomfortable with the situation outside the bar.  The explosions were loud...obviously whatever was happening out there was not some sort of light sparring.  There was some sort of huge fight and Ossanlin feels almost naked in this human form.  He twitches visibly as he feels another monstrous entity, not far unlike Khazrak, join the scene outside.  If he could feel this entity even in human form with his senses incapacitated, it had to be powerful.  He had to get back into andalite form now.

He holsters the disused Dracon and stands up.  "It's been great talkin' to ya' Christine, but I don't like what's happening out there...I'm gonna try to find a weapon or something...this place has to have a storage locker or a knife or something."  Ossanlin gets up hurriedly and runs toward the back of the bar ignoring the BT's condescending "I know what you're up to..." look.  As soon as he's well out of sight and near the back door, he strips naked and piles the clothes and accessories in a dusty storage cabinet that creaked when he opened it.  He began demorphing and was soon fully andalite again.

<Ahhh...so much better.>  The thought-speech is quiet and not meant for anyone else to hear.  He extends his mind and is appalled by what he feels.  He slowly exits the back door and taps into the timestream, his fur rippling from dark blue to silver in a matter of seconds.  If his senses were multiplied by ten when he demorphed, they were taken to the tenth power as he changed to silver-blade.  He feels the familiar presence of a Daemon...not Khazrak...this one was darker, more focused on pain and suffering...a lust for violence instead of chaos.  He trots around the back of the bar to behold a terrible and disgusting sight...the Daemon seemed to drip eternally with blood and he feels a terrible appetite coming from the thing.  This was not good, Khazrak had not really been defeated, he had simply decided to stop fighting.  Ossanlin did not feel that this would be the likely decision of this particular Daemon.  Ossanlin also feels Mar outside the front of the bar, his familiar energy easily registers.  Ossanlin also feels two more presences extending into his realm of sense.  They have odd signatures, but both are nearly identical.  The timestream registers them from chronologically different locations, but they seem to have simliar abilities.  They also seem to have extra-sensory perception in a similar manner to Ossanlin, though less perception of the 4th dimension.

Ossanlin sends a broad-range thought-speech to Mar.  <<Mar, this seems like another one like Khazrak.  Maybe more dangerous or dangerous in a different way.  What do you get from him?>>  Ossanlin suddenly wishes for his two katana and shredders though it seemed those wouldn't really help in the situation.  Ossanlin still feels a bit naked without the weapon harness around his upper torso.

[Chad32]

"This isn't good." Temrash said to Ardiss. "We're going to need to move. Let's get to my ship, and we'll head to orbit. I have a feeling things are about to get bad again. Like when we last landed. come on." He said, and grabbed Christine's arm gently. He decided to try to head out the back, since the front was about to break into a battle between Gaz, Morgan, and the new insectoid.