Shadows by Starlight

A collection of 14 items created by. Files used in the "Shadows of Starlight" scenario for Empyrion. Crashed Cargo Shuttle BA. Great, you've just found old crashed shuttle. Patch some holes and turn it into small base. It will be usefull in this cold, hostile enviroment.

There is also a ripped of engine few meters behind. Maybe you could fix missing wall and turn it into glasshous Second farm of this collection and that model my beautiful husbear had participation in the creation S2 It's a simple farm, cheap, lv. Lights inside and outside house have lever ok let me know wh This work stole me days!! This fits most small CVs.

This is a big structure and it pushes the integrity on the top part so please be carefull if you modify the top superstructur Based on the amazing artwork of heng-z https: My first ship CV. Since a lot like small amphiptere, just asked to make as big and that's what happened. The ship there is everything you need: The hangar Cargo compartment Medical compartment Engine compartment Cabin and main residential buildi This is one of the larger UEF-Outpost.

It's protected by 20 cannons and accommodates four SW. Don't undermiene the drill, its a supporting pillar!!! Biggest Carriership in the UEF. Slowly and lightly armed, but stocked with space for a huge amount of small vessels, to support the firepower of the UEF Fleet 21 Bays. Oh, the anger was still there, just as it had been decades before, after he'd seen his own master cut down by a Sith saber. But it was manageable now.

And the calmer I am, the more Light drifts in about me in this Dark-haunted station He only hoped he was calm enough to carry out his plan. He was sick of death Release the fear, he told himself gently as he stepped through the door into the locker room, reaching out with his feelings once more to be certain he'd timed it right, and there was only one straggler left behind.

After all, if all goes well, you'll be saving his life. Lieutenant Per Latten nearly banged his head on the bottom of his locker shelf at the sudden, strange voice. Granted, there were too many people on board for anyone to know them all, but so far as he was aware, Coruscant natives weren't usually trusted enough in the Imperial Forces to gain high rank, much less be posted to a secret project like this one! And that was definitely a Coruscanti accent, even if it did seem sand-papered at the edges by time on the rougher worlds of Huttspace.

Relax, Per, the pilot told himself, hunting around for the last bits of his gear. Yeah, we had those crazy Rebels running around here a few shifts back, but they're long gone. Nobody would make it into this section who wasn't authorized. It gave him chills. The planet of peace. Moff Tarkin doesn't let sedition like that slide. So unless you want to get shipped off to Kessel-". After all, the stranger's auburn hair was cut short, but not regulation-length, quite. The ship maintenance uniform fit, but loosely; since when were Imperial soldiers underweight?

Too old for the face. Old in the way the most experienced instructors back at the Academy had been old; haunted by death and horror their innocent cadets could never imagine. Absently, he knew he really should be reaching for a blaster. Or at least his survival knife. I don't mean you harm, you can feel that. Which means you truly don't need those alarms going off in your head, hmm? So let me mute them, only for a little while Luck seems to run with you sometimes, does it? Just as well I'm taking you out of this. Vader's temper cannot be good of late, and sooner or later he would sense that little flicker within you Bickering amicably, Per followed his old friend through the bustle to the shuttle hangar.

Of all the luck; to run into Ben, here? He'd really wanted to get that odd little flutter in the starboard sensor controls looked at before the next on-world mission. Never knew when a stray bokken might come sailing nose-ward out of a dojo, especially when it was this dojo. The smuggler re-balanced his pack of various off-world goodies on his shoulder; Kaoru might not approve of flouting Imperial law just because , but she didn't object to him spreading a little goodwill in the neighborhood.

Especially when goodwill came in the form of medicines, thermal capes, and scrounged bits of inner-world tech. Tsukioka Katsuhiro gave him a wry, dour look; about as close to smiling as Katsu ever got. Already his fellow smuggler had the slightly distant look which meant Katsu was working out how to transform the bits of rumor, fact, Rebel and Imperial propaganda they'd picked up on their run into the next issue of the Meiji Inter-world Dispatch. And too bland on top of that. The air sure didn't smell like burnt rice.

More like the green growing things from Kaoru's garden, and a clean scent of- laundry soap? Gensai run short on bandages, or something? Kaoru's not usually washing stuff at this hour of day. Gi and yukata in the wash. Small, slight figure bent over and scrubbing. Suspicion thrummed through Sano's veins. That's it, they must have caught her, I told her not to get mixed up with Saigo's people! Red hair means off-worlder, but - samurai outfit, even if it saw better days years ago - and if that accent's not straight out of some hole in the backwoods that's never even seen a speeder, I'll eat a motivator.

Subtle, but there; swathes of lighter red strands, broken up by thinner strokes of darker crimson, giving the whole a fiery life he'd never seen on an off-world head. And that ever-so-faint hint of gold to pale skin Fireryo blood, but not Fireryo. Meaning somebody way back married out into humans, and never had a chance to marry back in Where the hell did Kaoru dig you up? No shoes on the engawa. It was days ago, I should really be taking it off today Who else would Kaoru risk taking a knife to catch? Sagara Sanosuke, this is Himura Kenshin. The familiar weapon was no longer in his thigh holster, but instead floating in mid-air between them, muzzle pointing safely at the ground.

Samurai, all right, Sano realized. Old school, no less. Didn't know any of 'em still risked coming into Tokyo - those damn stormtroopers tend to shoot first and ask questions of the smoldering wreck later when somebody shows off ki. Well, I've seen that trick before-. Standing, Kenshin caught the pieces in cupped hands, careful not to get soap on the blaster's inner workings. The redhead set the disassembled blaster on the engawa, regarding Sano with a calm gaze.

Blaster, tough boots for stalking the soil of a hundred other planets, black jacket with a defiant white aku on the back - even Sano would admit it was pretty obvious he was a spacer. And granted, the line between independent trader and smuggler got redrawn every time local Impies took it into their head to tax something else. But for this little ki-strong twerp of a samurai to assume a sweet young miss like Jou-chan was automatically mixed up with a smuggler - well, it grated. Definite mischief in violet, as the redhead gestured at the tied-back sleeves of his red gi. Those who hold to honorable names among our people are rarely found in the humbler tasks, so many of them being drawn into the vast dance of politics that now rules our world.

But this one is only a rurouni, whose skill for dealing with the great and powerful is frail and clumsy as a noodle-maker granted a sushi knife. So one must get by the best one can, that one does. Kaoru can't lie worth a damn, Sano thought wryly. Which means he really isn't with that Rebel lunatic. But something's up with this guy. Why'd a guy like this risk helping you out with an assassin like Battousai? Most of the guys who ever saw the assassin didn't survive to make a report, but rumor has it he worked straight for Katsura Kogorou - not just killing people, but as a bodyguard.

And Katsura had plenty of meets with Okubo and Saigo before the Impies took over and he croaked. Okubo's a damn lost cause, but Saigo ought to be able to get you a better description than Wookie-tall, blood-red hair, and a cross-shaped scar-". His punch hit air; suds sloshed, absent their stirrer. Sano didn't take the time to swear, just turned and swung again, where a blur of red had been-.

Almost in the tub, Sano took a second to regroup, studying the rurouni with fresh eyes. Small, yes; but under the damp gi, wiry as Kaoru herself. Cross-shaped scar on his left cheek, white slashes just touched with Fireryo silver, like snow in moonlight. A well-used lightsaber clipped to his obi, built in a style even Sano could see was far older than any other blade in Tokyo. Sano swallowed dryly, determined not to let the shiver down his spine be visible.

With or without the rest of you attached-". With or without a docking bay there to catch them. But Ben had made it sound like a really good idea He was in the dogfight, like it or not. Technically he ought to join his fellow pilots and kick Rebel jets all over what was about to be left of this system. Make the lie big enough, and anyone will believe it A tower blew on the Death Star's surface, and Per automatically rolled them out of the trajectory of flung debris, hands setting a course for Anywhere But Here. Hell with it - this is a shuttle, not a fighter!

I'm getting out of here! That same Coruscanti accent that had caught him in the locker room; that had held part of him, in a way he couldn't describe; a hold that was only now loosening from his mind as the voice reached out to Per stared at the worn, thin stranger in the copilot's seat, suddenly aware he'd never seen this man before today. Blue-green eyes blinked; cleared, giving him a wry glance. Things are about to get very interesting. Leaning back against the engawa step, Sano blinked, taking in the light fragrance of jasmine and soap that hung around Kaoru's worried blue eyes.

That was his line At least, that had been his line, before some jerk with a grudge had pounded him good with a planet-sized meat tenderizer. Now, how had somebody snuck that up on him? Red blew in the wind in the corner of his eye; a slight, violet-eyed figure bowing humbly. Red hair, Sano registered. Red that could be an unseen blur when it felt like it.

I'm an innocent, gullible backwoods type who doesn't even know which end of a lightsaber has the switch on it, Sano thought wryly. More of the fight was filtering back now. Such as it was. Some samurai could read thoughts, so he hadn't thought. Just let trained muscles do what they had to, kicking and punching and doing his level best to grind the little bastard into a red pile of mush. Himura had just been a feather-leaf in the wind, a paper's-width away from every blow.

Empty-handed, he'd let Sano chase him around the courtyard half a minute, then vanished - to swoop down out of the sun with an activated violet blade that hit like the durasteel bar from Hell. Only to have his breath blasted from his lungs by the little swordsman's rapid-strike, pounding ribs, organs, and what felt like every square inch of his torso like a mustang dragonmount with a frenzy-weed hangover.

Which was when Himura had switched off the lightsaber. Clipped it back to his obi. Given his opponent a look, the way Captain Sagara had when a much younger Sano had pulled a little kid's stubbornness over good sense-. Sano winced now, and rubbed his aching jaw. Ki or not - who'd have thought a little guy like that could punch so hard?

Kaoru growled something under her breath, obviously restraining an impulse to add her own lump to his collection. For such, they said, was the will of the people Where the Republic allowed the Shogunate to rule, because that was the government who held power when their traders found us.

A government where justice was bought by birth and power; where those of your blood would never have the right to bear a family name. A government that allowed murder, corruption, slavery A little idealistic, maybe, but they just want something better than what we've got now. And the Imperialists - they can't have been like that Except Saigo had been an Imperialist. And now he was a Rebel. And before his untimely death, Katsura had been helping him. But they just can't have been! Because if they were, that would mean Battousai is like Kaoru, and that would mean-.

Samurai, ninja, hitokiri, sorcerers - ki-users were ki-users. Legend said some were gentle and kind so long as they lived, yet evil and pain might push anyone over the edge. And most ironic of all, legend said, it was usually the gentlest hearts who fell into the deepest darkness. We tried to create freedom from slavery. Equality where there had only been power. Justice where we saw only lies. That revolution has not ended. Yet those of us who desire a better world still find ourselves trapped in a galaxy where the weak are exploited. For now, this one can only wander, using this blade to protect those who are in need.

A small thing, that it is; done by one unworthy of the peace you have found in your own heart, aiding the Rebellion. Yet it is the only way this one can atone for those lives taken by the Revolution. Star's End, I'm not peaceful - I'm ticked as hell! Kaoru's the one who's peaceful, and she drives me right up the wall worrying And I've got a nice piece of marsh to sell- Sano sneaked a glance at Kaoru. Who gave him a raised, impatient brow in return. Now what should he do? It'd be one thing to let a guy with a story like that just walk on by on the road, or in a busy port - but this guy was staying with Kaoru!

Talk about your living examples of what not to do with ki-. And maybe that's just what she needs, Sano realized. She's the swords expert, you're not. She's got Maekawa to show her some of what she should do; maybe she needs to see some of what you don't do, and why. Don't the formal sword-styles do something like that for people who want to make master? I still think you need your head examined more than I do - but you want him, you got him. Sano fixed a glare on the redhead.

I want to see it. So don't you go wandering off again without my permission The dour smuggler dropped down onto the entrance ramp, taking a quick glance around the shadowed hangar before he went eye to eye with his partner. I leave you alone in port one day. Sano grinned, walking in just a little stiffer than usual. The regular port rats probably hadn't noticed a thing. Katsu turned in time to catch a glimpse of long dark hair as Takani Megumi vanished back into the shadows of the Sekihoutai.

Better hungry than without a soul. Where we're going, they could probably use one. Sano frowned, taking in the fact that nearly all of their stuff had already been stored back onboard. Not that Sano helped out around Kaoru's neighborhood with good PR in mind.

For such a tough fighter, his partner had a surprising soft spot for those not quite able to claw their way into prosperity. But heck, if it dropped a decent chunk of change like this into their laps, Katsu wasn't about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. Not a glimpse of white armor to be seen; just a pair of too-carefully dressed in dark casual clothing local guys, escorting a repulsorlift loaded with sealed crates.

Katsu frowned at that, but Sano beat him to it. Sooner we break these open, the sooner we can send these gentlemen on their way. The mortified expressions on the go-betweens' faces as Sano grabbed a pry-bar was funny; almost as funny as their outright shock when Katsu donned protective gloves to handle the delicate merchandise. How do you think we got a reputation for making solid deliveries? Sano pried; he sorted, folded, and pointed to things for Sano to run the scanner over, so as not to risk getting grime on the gloves.

Their client had good reason to want precautions taken with this kind of cargo. How'd Saigo even get near this stuff? Either he's got a major in with the merchants here, or there are more sympathizers away from Tokyo than I thought. Then again, if everything didn't go well, he and Sano would likely spend the rest of their lives in the spice mines of Kessel. The Empire was so touchy about untaxed luxuries. Which, to be honest, was one of the main reasons he was doing this.

Stick a needle in the Empire's eye and make a profit? Nothing better than that. Nothing that doesn't involve shooting the white-armored bastards, Katsu thought darkly, loading crates on board. But Sano's got this hang-up about shooting people who haven't tried to shoot him first Katsu raised an intrigued brow. Sano was an optimist, but not a fool. His partner knew full well the kind of resources Tokyo's Imperial Medical Center had at its disposal; resources that included force fields, a standing stormtrooper guard, and sedatives that could knock out a flight of storm-dragons.

That was enough to send chills down Katsu's spine. Maybe Captain Sagara hadn't had time to give his young charges more than scattered bits of samurai training before he'd been executed, but it was enough for Sano's hunches to be right more often than not. Ninja dart, Katsu realized, catching a glimpse of the spiral-carved lump that had embedded itself in Sano's quick-drawn blaster. Only a glimpse; Sano was firing back at shadows as Katsu bolted inside for the bridge-. Firing the engines, he felt the entrance hatch thump closed. Sano's curses floated before him as the Sekihoutai snarled awake, eager to fly.

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Their ship lifted light as a lion-tooth puff, turning on its axis to bolt out through the hangar opening. Sano stumbled into the bridge as the ship shivered a bit; Katsu's usual takeoff performance for the Imperial spaceport authority, meant to convince them that while the Sekihoutai might be space-worthy, it was nowhere near nimble enough to be a smuggler.

Katsu took his eyes off the controls long enough to get a good look at the dart still stuck in Sano's blaster, and nearly swallowed his tongue. Though it still could be, no matter what Sano's hunches might be saying. Sure, the Empire would have first dibs on anyone associated with the Rebel. If they knew about it. But Saigo had ticked off his share of people on the shadier side of the law, too.

The kind of people who might hire ninjas. Shaking his head, Sano punched in the coordinates Katsu had pulled up for their first jump. Setting his burden down on the night-chill stone of the Massassi Temple's enormous steps, the weary fugitive patted the bound Imperial on the shoulder with a wry grin. Just because a man doesn't like to fly - doesn't mean he can't. There was a truly lost note in that mutter; the fugitive glanced up to see the first thin trickle of shooting stars. Let's hope the rest of the pieces aren't much bigger, or we'll all have a bit of trouble heading our way.

Remember that you chose to spare life rather than take it. And the Force will be with you. A risk, to use the Force so close to the shadows here, the tired man knew, retracing his way past alert Rebel sentries into the jungle once more. So close to the children. But the youngsters were quite busy throwing a party to match anything in the wake of the Naboo incident, if that bright warmth from the Temple was any indication.

Even if that frail bond he seemed to have with Luke held true, the young man should have no more sense of his presence than a ghostly, approving touch on his shoulder. Even if the bond has formed - I cannot take a padawan. So much anger within me I cannot risk tainting our last hope. He made it back to the shuttle, through the little deadfalls and tripwires he'd set up half on instinct, and up the steps into the entry hatch-. Which was about when his knees gave out, and he barely caught himself on the edge of the entryway. Just because you're not being baked dry in a desert, doesn't mean you can't boil to death here without it.

Space, his grasp of the Force truly was rusty. A few hours without water, even in the day's heat, shouldn't have drained him so He made it to the tiny galley, drinking deep of deliciously cool liquid. Leaned his head against a glass, and ruefully realized it'd been far more than a few hours.

There had been the time to land and camouflage the shuttle, the time setting defensive traps, the time sneaking to and from the Temple the first time so he'd know where to leave Per to be found - there seemed to be a particularly cranky species of foot-long rodents on this planet with a taste for meat and no qualms about it being human. He'd had to find a spot that the guard patrol would walk through within a quarter-hour, or risk leaving the pilot to a fate far worse than a clean death in space.

As it was, he'd carefully nicked Per's bonds just before he'd left; by this time the pilot was either in Rebel hands or free in the jungle and living at his own risk. It'd just been so very long since he'd operated under wartime conditions. He'd forgotten how to pace himself; how to hold back just a little energy no matter how bad the emergency seemed, because there would always be another worse one behind it. But whether he was fit or not wouldn't matter; not if Mon Mothma knew he was alive. She'd been a friend, yes - but she was a politician first, with all their keen grip on power and determination to gain more.

Allow her to know he yet lived, and he'd be a talisman, an idea to be invoked; one of the great generals of the Clone Wars, reappeared to guide the Rebellion in its darkest hour Clinging to the past is what destroyed the Republic in the first place. To lead the Rebellion, Mon Mothma has had to abandon what she was; to become a Rebel, rather than a Senator. If I allow her to cling to what I was - the great general, the Negotiator - then the old pattern will repeat. And the Rebels will be as doomed as the Jedi. That path might seem better lit to start, yet it could lead into still greater shadows.

The tired man raised a ginger brow. The translucent figure in Jedi robes laughed softly. Rummaging through the galley stores to pull out a packed meal, the fugitive shook his head. This beast of a vessel may have a decent hyperdrive, but without coordinates to Yamato, I can't simply take off. Not to mention the spaceport on that planet, or any other, would have rather pointed questions regarding my registration.

A pity I don't have a smuggler's skills to change it And while approaching that young scoundrel might be dangerous - Chewbacca knows my scent, and I do not need Luke asking questions - if one smuggler is working with the Rebellion, others may be as well-". The very finest of tremblings in his bones warned him, and he bolted for the shuttle's viewers.

Tiny pieces of space station streaking down as shooting stars were nothing to worry about, but that felt like something much larger. Not as large or - ahem - custom-fitted as the Falcon; rather on the small side of tramp-freighter size. In fact, it rather looked like-. The fugitive blinked, and rubbed his eyes, feeling a sudden, odd leap of delight. Rounded rear hull, traces of a broad red stripe from port to starboard, visible turbolasers and likely a concealed repeating blaster for evacuations under fire It's a Rim-Healer ship!

At least, it had been; the outer hull was a bit battered, and the inside might well have had its emergency medical equipment yanked out for more cargo space.

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But under it all was still one of the small, fast vessels oddballs in the Jedi Medical Corps had used to travel between dust-scrabble colonies, bringing a bare level of medical aid to those who would otherwise have had none. Very odd folk, indeed, he recalled, shaking his head. Still, they were good folk. No few Knights and Masters had traveled with them, from time to time; especially when a group of healers might be allowed to pass where formal negotiators would not.

He suppressed a very childish urge to roll his eyes. I do detest it, sometimes.

Her landing gear kissed the ground, and Sanosuke started the shutdown. How you holding up back there? Though his grin dimmed a little as he walked away from the controls and heard Katsuhiro's weak snarls; so far the sick co-pilot had cursed fate, onmitsu, and the Miasma in general, and now he was starting on the Empire in particular. There's a Lambda T-4a sitting out there; so far they haven't pointed any blasters our way and I'd like 'em not to start. And I didn't exactly point any of ours too close to them, either; they might be tied in with our contacts, here.

Not with the Imperial-gray paint job the scanners had picked up.

Starlight and Shadows

But Katsu was stressed out enough at the moment, what with the Fever flaring up now, and hey, there was a lot of wreckage in Yavin IV's near-space, which kind of implied any Imperials in the general vicinity might still be in shock. Not to mention, whoever was over there hadn't taken any shots at them yet, right?

Katsu levered himself up long enough to shake his head, long dark hair limp with sweat. I'm just going to drop by, figure out who they are, then take the cargo to the rendezvous. Let's get you a cup of chamidori so lazybones in there can swear at all doctors without you hearing. You know anyone who's had the Fever can relapse fast-". While we were still loading up? So keep him on the fever-reducers, keep him quiet, and I'll go get the deals done.

Then we can dose him and jump straight for home, okay? Skip out on this deal, we may not get any others; not the kind anybody sane wants to take, anyway. You want to try this traveling doctor idea of yours? Then you don't want us having to take Katsu, though - sometimes I don't know about Katsu. He's a good guy, but Chuckling, Sano opened the ramp and headed into the jungle night. Hot as a Tokyo summer out here. An odd, twilight kind of night, dark enough that he was glad he'd brought the clip-light Not bad at all.

Didn't think they taught Imperials that kind of thing at the Academy. Anybody alive in there? Sano played the light up the shuttle ramp, careful not to shine it into the ginger-haired man's eyes. No need to threaten the guy. Not to mention a relaxed, ready stance that all but shouted swordsman. Though there wasn't a vibro-blade or lightsaber in sight.

Sano added up the details, and relaxed a little. Either we got a really good Imperial onmitsu here, or he really is an escapee. Imperial or Rebel, hardly mattered at the moment; either way, the guy probably wasn't going to be quick to call stormtroopers down on anyone's head. Which was all that really mattered. Sano let out a breath of pure relief, dropping into Yamatogo. How'd a born- Edokko wind up in the middle of this mess?

Come on, let's get you fed - whatever that skyhopper you lifted has in the way of supplies, it can't be tasty-". That's a little kid's accent. Put together with the foreign clan name, and the rest of this mess Sano let out a soft whistle. Sometime way back, we used to be neighbors. And neighbor to neighbor-" he jerked a thumb in the general direction of the massive stone edifice they were supposed to have landed at, "-there's something really creepy over that way.

You want a lift out of here? I bet they'd love to add this to the pot. Probably won't get near what she's worth at a strip-yard, but I'll cut you in for twenty percent of what I get-". Or just take off again? He's not as out of it as I thought. And no offense, but if you're not running on fuel cell flickers and pure sword-swinger stubborn, I'm a Takeo monkey.

Not in the open, anyway. Stormtroopers get a little twitchy about samurai. Something to do with dead stormtroopers turning up in back alleys, sometimes. You - no offense, but you look like if you weren't so damn tired, you'd be trying to carve up something that didn't move fast enough. Ison Trade Corridor - a small route that branches off from the Corellian Trade Spine, passing through five systems before reconnecting with the Spine. Widely seen as an obscure dead end, with backwater systems devoid of potential, and prone to ambushes by pirates; all reasons the Rebels later chose Hoth for their base.

Vornskr - native to the planet Myrkr; wild, vicious canine beasts with the unusual ability to hunt using the Force. This helps them hunt ysalamiri, but as a side effect, they mistake Force-sensitive people for their favorite prey animal. Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. What if Obi-Wan found more than the tractor beam's location in the Death Star files?

AU, fusion with Rurouni Kenshin. G There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, None are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, None are necessary. Anonymous Years before the Rebellion dared to steal plans to a weapon whispered of as the Death Star , in the rim-world star system known as the Yamato Isles, there arose a dark warrior called Hitokiri Battousai.

But at the height of the Empire's triumph And with the flow of years, became no more than another chilling legend of the Dark Side. And if she didn't find the man she sought, there would be more deaths than Miasma tonight. Though her mother had been, and she'd passed along as much as she could, before- Don't think about it.

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There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. Or there would be knowledge. Just as soon as she found- Kaoru's head snapped up. It was the best lead she'd had in weeks. Lightsaber, scar, almost invisible in the Force - it's him! I can feel it. What happened next was Her blade hummed through suddenly empty air. She blinked, turned, readied herself- Crash! Grip on her saber loosening in shock, Kaoru stared. Do Dark Lords of the Sith trip? And she'd never heard an accent so old before.

Wood darkened, slowly scorching. But did not cut. But if he was a Sith He's got to be just a sensitive. I hate these people. I hate this whole stinking planet! A shape of tan and azure leapt past him. She didn't truly think she could- Her glowing saber cracked against the killer's side; she skidded to a stop, spinning to face her enemy. Smirking, the killer advanced, backing the wounded swordswoman against a house wall.

She's going to die. And there's nothing we can do to save her- A red blur swept under the killer's blow, snatching the girl in a rush of displaced air. No one moves that fast! Breathing hard, their leader turned toward Kamiya and her strange acquaintance, determined to get to the bottom of this once and for all- They were gone. Stared at what he'd written. With a helmet and veil, of course, so no one could see the scar of legend, but- The cross-shaped scar.

But the stories said Battousai was two and a half meters tall, with eyes that glowed like fire and- Hair like flame.

But above all, Battousai was a Dark Lord , not a boy, who moved and slew- Fast as the wind. It just couldn't be! Uramura's going to want to hear about this! There is no death, there is the Force. A black boot trampling an empty brown robe halted. Cold, empty metal, just like the rest of this station Growling like metal torn apart, a black glove snatched up a fallen lightsaber and stalked away.

Not with the Dark Side so very close. One step at a time. You can change the universe, if you take it one step at a time. Someone took my gi off! Her chest had been properly wrapped for fighting, so it wasn't as if- Kaoru fought back a blush. Smack, don't smack; decisions, decisions Kaoru drew in a sharp breath. He- I- " Ohayo , Kaoru-dono. One night, I had to patch up-" "Right there! And you know it.

I would I could lose myself, playing with you. It wasn't hard, using ki to enhance your senses. People like you; like me. Jedi, Kenshin realized, wide-eyed. She's of Yamato- A Yamato with an off-worlder's blue eyes. Who carried a student's saber. His hunt had suddenly taken on more urgency. You're right," Kaoru admitted at last.

And I already told the Guard last night, and they wouldn't listen, which means I've got to go looking myself, and I couldn't last night because of that stupid Imperial decree on closing the gates after curfew, as if the smugglers in town hadn't carved out half a dozen other ways to leave the port-" "Looking? Stop laughing at me, Shishou.

No wonder there was nothing to find in Tokyo The children-" "Or perhaps you don't. I wouldn't exactly call that safer. It can't possibly be important now-" A ghostly brow arched. Hello-" "Spirits of space - shut up! Brown eyes creased, confused. The man in his grip whimpered. She will not touch the darkness. Even to save her own life. Jedi to the last. Don't let me be too late. Please- "Mastery and death! Inclined his head toward the screen. Shuddering, the ronin opened it.

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Darkness hesitated inside, surprised. Gohei slashes down, laughing. Ametrine resists even a true lightsaber's blow. Kaoru's blade barely sears it. Blue eyes met his, fear pierced with surprise. No," Kenshin said softly. What the hell's he talking about? No way; those child-stealers never came here! Vader killed 'em all, anyway Calm within him, Kenshin charged. Vibro-blades had whined, plunged forward- And the lightsaber snapped into the rurouni's hand, singing to life. That's not a student's blade!

The speed of a Jedi!