This whole time Avenger had been sitting, listening to the conversation, and using his clean claws to pull off strips of meat. The food was absolutley delicious so he had no need of talking, but at this point he was beginning to get full, so he decided to join in the conversation. "I fear, though, that there may be more at hand than some angry Jedi. As I said before I believe there may be people who are trying to destroy users of the force. Perhaps that trap set for you on Hoth, Lord Steelven, was not really set up by the Jedi, but they were actually manipulated to do so. Perhaps the whole point of that trap was so you could kill all the Jedi there but you'd still freeze to death in that cage. I believe the arrival of our friend Raziel was also completely planned upon, why else would there be a hiding Jedi with a thermal detonator? After lunch I shall meditate, I believe that this is the best option."

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(( Oh sorry about that... well my plans were that after lunch I will have another vision of one of the members of this antiforce user cult finding the shut down droid army that was left behind after the war with the seperatists at the beginning of the Empire. The cultists will then use this army to rise up and attack force users. Of course if anyone doesn't like this plot then tell me. ))

((I like the idea, but do your character's dreams have to be so specific? If we want this to be a real battle, it should be a little more difficult than that. You should also run the idea by the people in the Jedi roleplay- it'd be a nice way to bring all the Star Wars fans together.))

((sorry i've been gone for awhile, i was at my friends house))

Raziel sat on the examining table as a droid checked him over, he suddenly felt a sharp pain go up his tail, "owww, my tail doesn't move that way" he said to the droid, "sorry sir" the droid replied, he started to think about the incident on hoth, why, why would a padawan risk themselves like that, especially at the hands of two sith and jedi masters, he was suddenly snapped back into reality by the droid, "you seem to be in perfect health sir" the droid said to him, "thankyou" raziel replied as he stood up and walked to havecs quarters, he entered and saw that they were all eating, "oww" he said again as the familiar pain shot up his tail, "havec, i think one of your medical droids is malfunctioning, i told him like five times that my tail doesn't move that way" he said to her as he tore off a chunk of meat.

Riven just sat there, taking small bites of the bird. For someone who hadn't eaten well in quite sometime, he sure wasn't showing it much.

"Sorry if I'm being so quiet, I was just thinking...about this whole ordeal. You know you really don't have to help me, although it is much appriciated."

(( Okay I'll make the dream a little more simple, and also no offense to anyone who was in the Jedi RP but it's kind of... dead. Anyway back to the story at hand. ))

Avenger took one last bite of the tender meat then sat back in his chair and sighed "a good meal, thank you very much Master Havec." He looked around at the people at the table. They all seemed to be war-hardened people, or had bad moments in their past. Steelven, a powerful Sith Lord, of course he'd been in many battles. Raziel, a bounty hunter, one who's job is to travel the galaxy catching and killing by force. Riven, had his king murdered and then was blamed for the crime, he had to cross half the galaxy to get here. Havec, her people had been all but destroyed and she was a wise Sith Lord, but undoubtedly she ahd a few hard battles under her belt. And last, Avenger. He had been betrayed, blamed for murders he didn't commit, and had slaughtered many defenceless people. He had dealt with bounty-hunters and drug dealers. His race was naturally warlike. He was certainly a battle hardened creature. The loincloth that he wore to battle proved this, each stitch was a life he had taken inm battle and the base colour of the loincloth was nearly gone. It was obvious that if it came to a battle then the people here would be ready, no matter when or how it happened. He then turned to Riven, "do not worry my young friend, I will do everything I can to get you out of this terrible situation for I know how it feels, almost the exact same thing happened to me."

Steelven finished his helpings of food, and he then stood up. "As much as I enjoy these "together" moments, I'm gonna head off to my room. See you all later." He nodded his head to Havec, and then he exited the room and headed for his living quarters. He entered his room, and closed the door, locking it. He opened one of the drawers in his dresser, and he opened a secret compartment in it. Inside was a small chest. He brought it out and opened it. Inside was an old piece of foreign fruit, a small and crudely made wooden sword, and a map of some star system that had a planet with no name. He knew what that planet was though. His home plantet.

"Well, almost is the key word.", replied Riven.

"I highly doubt he's expirenced what I went through, then again...practically everyone currently here has had some ordeal that he or she went through."

Raziel stood and watched steelven walkout, "i guess he's a lone wolf type" thought to himself, he saw that riven had said something but he didn't know what, he was still thinking about the padawan on hoth, it was strange that the padawans were behaving in such a way, suddenly he sensed that something wasn't right, he then had a sudden vision, the jedi temple, the younglings all running wild, the council chambers, master skywalkers seat, there was someone sat there, dante his old padawan, the vision then stopped, "what the hell was that?" he said quietly to himself.

"A little, sometimes" admitted Havec to Raziel, "but he's trained his share of younglings, and can even be quite friendly if you catch him in the right mood. But everyone needs their secrets, especially if… well, it seems we've all been through some tough times recently, so let's make the best of what we can do today. I'll clean off some of these leftovers, then make sure the young ones are settled in for their afternoon meditation. You are all welcome to join us, if you'd like."

Omega exited hyperpace at the Sith temple. He had not been there for a long time, and was in the need of relaxation. As soon as he opened the doors, he relized just how long he had been gone. "Anyone home" he called out.

Steelven started to reminise about his past a bit, but then he realized that hey hadn't gone to his combat practice today. He put everything back into the chest, put the chest back into its drawer, and he exited his room and headed for the practice area. He entered the area, and set the combat computer to its highest level. He got in position, and the buzzer buzzed to signal that it had begun. 20 combat droids with stun guns came out of a small room, and they all raised their guns. Steelven unleashed only two lightsabers, not letting out his extra arms. He swiftly began to slash through the droids, one after another. One droid tried to shoot him, but he backflipped to avoid the blast. He kept going until their was only 1 droid left. The last droid then went into lightsaber armor (as in a lightsaber can't cut through the droid) mode, which it had been programmed to do. Steelven then put away his two lightsabers, and he reached his arm out. He began to manipulate the force around the droid. He clenched his right fist, and then the droid exploded. The computer then stated a synopsis of his training. "0:00:75! Not a new record, but still quite well, Lord Steelven." "Thank you computer, I'm done for now." he relplied. He then sensed someone at the door. He looked around, and to his suprise, a youngling was there. "Yes young student of the Sith?" he asked. "Lord Steelven, I'm sort of struggling with lightsaber combat. Would you please give me a few extra lessons.?" asked the youngling. "Of course! That's what a Sith Master is for!" replied Steelven happily. He unleashed all four of his lightsabers, in a defensive position. "Bring out your lightsaber." The youngling then brought out his small blue lightsaber. "Now, attack me with a frontal assault!" "Y-yes Lord Steelven..." replied the youngling. The youngling hesitated. "Why do you hesitate young one? Don't worry, I won't attack. Besides, you're using a practice saber that won't harm me." The young one then went to the offensive. Steelven blocked it lightly, letting the youngling get in multiple hits. "Good. Very good! See? You aren't struggling at all! Why, as a matter of fact, you're doing even greater than the other children. I expect great things for you in the future." "Thank you Lord Steelven!" cheerfully replied the youngling. The young one then happily skipped off back to his afternoon meditation. Steelven let out a happy sigh. "They are learning to be such great students these days..."

It would probably be a little hard for Havec's guests to recall exactly how she cleaned up the dishes and leftovers- it certainly didn't seem as if she was using any force powers, but she was remarkably efficient about it, and things seemed to have a way of just being there, stacked up and ready to go, exactly when she needed them. "After all, you won't find the lost child by searching as the dri'ki'ier flies" she muttered as she tidied, speaking the phrase as if it were a common proverb. "The meditation is in the Great Hall, I'd better head over immediately and make sure none of our more rambunctious students are causing trouble" she said, putting the last of the dishes into the cleaning unit. "Come along at your own pace, or feel free to explore the temple on your own. Ask any droid and they can show you to a guest room, be sure to tell them Havec authorized it 'In the name of the first sandstorm', they shouldn't give you any trouble after that."

With that, she folded her wings back neatly, insuring that all her flight feathers were neatly tucked away after her little cleaning frenzy, and then headed off to join the younglings in their meditation.

Avenger followed Havec out the door then excused himself, "in matters such as this I prefer to meditate alone, but as I meditate I will project all that I learn to you." He bowed and walked in the opposite direction, looking for a droid. Finally he came across one showing a young girl the way to the meditation chambers. He walked over to the droid, bowed swiftly to the youngling, and said, "droid, can you tell me where there is a spare guest room, Havec authorised it in the name of the first sandstorm. You need not show me the way to the room, just tell me where it is and what it is called and I should find my own way there." The droid nodded and said, "Yes sir, please go to room 12145, there is a branch from Kashyyk on display nearby." He nodded to the droid and it continued to show the youngling where to go. The Drake then calmed is mind and felt for the powerful presence of the branch so far from home. It wasn't hard to find so, using the branch as a landmark, he found my way to the room easily. The lock was operated by a fingerprint scanner. He put his hand up to the scanner nervously, hoping that the droid had input his fingerprints. It was obvious that it had because the door slid open silently. He walked in slowly, looking around at the room. It looked comfortable, but nowhere near as nice as Lord Havecs personal quarters, but he didn't mind, it would serve it's purpose. He strode over to the center of the room, and sat there, eyes closed. He felt his mind drift away as he went into a semiconcious state, meditating.

Raziel continued to follow havec to the great hall, younglings running past them as they hurried to get to meditation, "ah, the naitivety of youth" he thought to himself as he watched them scurry along, "by the way havec, while i was in your quarters i had a strange vision, it was of the jedi temple, the younglings were all running wild, it was absolut chaos"

Avenger was no longer sitting on the floor, he was levitating several feet above the soft carpet. His long tail was unconciously moving from side to side, swaying in midair. As he meditated visions came across him, most were mere nothings, glimpses of his past, but some were clearer than others. These visions, though, were hard to make sense of. They were spaced apart with other visions interspersed throughout. The presiding image, though, was of a dusty planet. A long, flat stretch of desert. There was a lone monument, sitting amongst a slight rise in the earth. It was vaguely round in shape, with a large sphere in the center. It appeared to be some kind of ship, whose technology had long since been surpassed. A young man was walking towards the ship, cautiously. There was a large hole in the side, probably a docking bay, and sand from around had made a slope into the dcoking bay, making it easy for the young man to enter. It was dark inside, into a place where Avenger could not see. He probed further, hoping to find what secrets lay in the depths of the ship. Just as he was about to discover what lay in the darkness, his thoughts were broken, and he came crashing back down onto the hard floor. "Cleaning droid sir," a metallic voice said. The small droid whizzed in and began to clean the room, all the time whistling a merry tune. There was no way that Avenger could meditate now. He decided to tell the others of what he had learned, and stood up. He stood up, and once again shut down his mind. Astral projection was harder than meditation but it required less concentration. He felt himself let go of his physical body, and suddenly he was free, looking at himself standing with eyes closed. He appeared suddenly in front of Raziel and Havec, as a faint blue image of himself, he looked almost like a ghost. "Lord Havec, Raziel," he said, bowing to each of them in turn, "I have discovered something. It isn't much but it may yet be important. I saw a planet, I'm not sure with, and something was being discovered, something from the past. I saw a ship. It was a circle with a hole in the middle, and a large sphere was sitting in the hole, connected to the edge. There was something important in the docking bay, though once again I'm not sure what it is. All I can tell you was that the planet was a dry one, like Tatooine, only flatter. It would do well to discover which planet it is."

Riven was in the same room as Havec and the rest, having difficulty meditating, but only because he had never done it before.

"Alright Riven, you can do this, just do what they do, and you'll be fine."

He attempt at meditating was temporarly disrupted, due to the short conversation that involved Avenger and Havec. Nonetheless, he didn't give up, and eventually, got it. He didn't float several feet off the air like Avenger, in fact he barely got an inch off the ground, but he was sastisfyed with his accomplishment.

"Thank you, Lord Havec." Said Avenger, cutting off the astral link. He stood up and walked across to the humming droid. "Do you know the way to the records hall?" He asked of the droid.
"Yes I do," it replied, "but it will have to wait until after I'm finished."
"Can you just tell me a landmark nearby?"
"Sure, there's a statue on display of the ancient Death Star."
At this answer Avenger bowed and walked off, using the landmark system to guide him to the records hall. He then stopped and waited outside for Lord Havec.

Ah! Lord Omega must be here... I feel his presence... I'll go greet him. He exited the practice room, and headed for the entrance to the temple. He then saw Darth Omega, one of his best friends. "Hey! Omega! Have you been keeping up your lightsaber practicing?" he said jokingly. He knew that Omega was equal to him in lightsaber combat. Omega used a double sided lightsaber, which required much skill. "I'm just kidding. How have your exploits(adventures) been going? Any Jedi problems?" He knew that if there were any Jedi problems, Omega would've easily taken care of it.

Raziel didn't follow havec, he just stood where he was, watching the younglings medatating, suddenly one of them broke out of their medative state and stared at him, the look of terror on his face, raziel walked up to him, the youngling moved away from him, "do not be afraid young one, i won't hurt you" raziel said in a soft voice, the youngling immediatly calmed down, "sorry sir, i'm a bit wary of strangers" the youngling said to him, "its alright young one" raziel said, "i will leave you to get on with your medatation" he said as he stood up and walked out of the great hall and went to find a service droid, he found one repairing a computer console, "excuse me but could you tell me where the records hall is?" he asked the droid, "certainly sir, it is near a statue of the death star" it replied, raziel bowed and walked off using the landmark system to help him find it, he climbed some stairs and saw the statue, so he continued down the corridor and saw Aven standing outside the records hall so raziel walked over and joined him.

Avenger looked across at Raziel. He was beginning to feel a little more comfortable in the bounty hunter's presence but he still felt wary. Avenger looked up at the huge statue, "it's amazing, isn't it?" he said, indicating the statue, "that the greatest minds came up with a monstrosity like that. I ask you, why build something to destroy planets? So many lives, lost pointlessly in a matter of seconds. Why couldn't it have been built for a good purpose. It is large enough to house the displaced millions on Kathol, yet it is not used for manners as important as this. Only a mind so twisted as that of Darth Sidious could have come up with this horror."

(( o_O I just noticed something, the whole Death Star thing is an allegory. It is just like nuclear energy, it was invented by the greatest of minds yet it was used for destruction... ))

"I couldn't have said it better myself, destroying it was probably the only kind thing the jedi ever did" raziel said as he looked at the statue, suddenly a loud screeching noise filled his head, raziel fell to the ground clutching his head, screaming, the screeching stopped and he fell unconcious, the last things he heard were maniacal laughter.