Omega looked up to see Lord Steelven walking towards him. "How have you been, my half-droid friend. You must have just gotten done with lightsaber practice, you always are happier after those seccions." Omega walked forward to Steelven. "As for how I've been, my silent meditaion has gone well and I now know where I need to go next," hepaused but after a while he continued "As for Jedi, I saddly have not encountered any for at least a year"

((for the last time, read the recent histiry on him in the RP profiles thread. he was hired by sidious to assassinate someone, 100 years ago, buefor esidious ded.))



((sorry, but, honestly, i didnt know anything about your character except that he was a bounty hunter. ill read his profile in a minute. i got the idea for my character from a game called champions of norrath.))

ok, its alright

(( Wow... this guy is still on that mission even though the emporer is dead? He's pretty dedicated. I suppode he also doesn't know that the emporer died... which is hard to believe. ))

"Master Havec, I would like to go out myself and search for this planet as well. Perhaps you see it more lightly but I am genuinely worried about this. The New Republic doesn't have an army to stand up against this destructive force, and neither do we. This person could become the ruler of the galaxy in the space of a few months, and who knows what they could do. Perhaps I'm bring paranoid but..." he left his statements to slowly melt in. He looked back at Havec, wondering what her answer would be. He hoped, though, that if he were to be sent to gather information then some of these people would come with him.

((The Sith temple was made only a few decades ago, Sidious had nothing to do with it D_P. Your character clearly has a plot of his own behind him, and we're already having some difficulty incorporating plots from our existing caracters. If you'd like to join, please do so as a normal Padawan for now- we don't want things getting even more confusing.))

"That may be prudent, Aven- He who searches every grain shall find the viikin before it strikes" she said, then turned to Raziel. "Yes?" she asked, taking a few steps away from Aven to speak to the ex-bountyhunter.

"i know what happened" he said to her as she turned round, "you see every jedi or ex-jedi is linked by the force to the head of the jedi council, and if the head of the jedi council were to concentrate on a particular jedi, the result is what you saw back there" he said as he gestured to the corridor outside, "but there are two things that puzzle me, they are, a) normally that kills a jedi and b) i killed the head of the council when i got you that information." he then finished.

"This asteroid protects against more than just technology, they are a barrier against many powers in the galaxy, even some aspects of the Force. As to who is behind the attack, the Jedi work for a very corrupt government, perhaps one of them has usurped the position so soon after it was abandoned."

((okay, im SO confused. so just pretend like my character never came in...))


((but then where did sidious live?))

((The old Sith order never had more than two people- the master and the apprentice. Sidious probably travelled for the most part, and was seen on a variety of ships. Since he was the emperor, he probably kept his home on... er, the big important planet with a name that escapes me at the moment, where the senate were.

And yes, we'll pretend your character was never introduced for now. If things calm down in a few months, you may be able to reintroduce him.))

"i have to admit it is possible, i did kill only the council, i left plenty of other jedi to take their places" raziel replied, "as for the ship on that screen, i believe it is a trade fedaration blockade ship, is it not" he said gesturing to the screen "i remember that the senate launched a campaign to destroy all troop carrying ships around ten years ago, i know that the jedi were hired to destroy a few hundred ships, if you would like me to check for any blockade ships i would be more than happy to, i have a database of all the ships the jedi destroyed in my ship, it may take a few days by myself but if i could use a few of your droids i believe i could have it done in a few hours" raziel offered havec.

((i beleive you mean Courscant))

"That would certainly help us narrow down our search- the ships were probably stored in groups, so this remaining ship may be near those that were found by the Jedi. On the other hand, it may be well hidden- I've read the Jedi documents on those destroyed ships, and I don't remember any of them being on desert planets."

((no i mean the senate, coruscant is a city))

((Yup, that's the one ))

((I think Flaming_fox was talking to me, about the comment I made to D_P.))

((oops my bad sorry ))

"Ah, I'd love to stay and chat old friend, but I have something I need to take care of... your room is still straight down the hall and to the left. We haven't touched it since you left." He then bowed respectfully to Omega, and then he went off to his own room. He got to his room and entered it. He then sat on his bed, thinking. I've learned the ways of the force, I re-instituted the Sith Order alongside Havec, I've endured countless battles, I've made excellent desicions as a council member, but I can't even figure out what species I am?? This is driving me to insanity! There are so many people trying to kill me because of what I am, but I don't know what I am! How can I be so powerful yet so clueless? He started to get furious with himself. No one knows what I am, where I came from, or even who I really am beneath all this... metal. How could I have let that gruesome Jedi do this to me? He turned me into this hidieous creature! Steelven continued the rage in his mind. No female of anything wants to get near me. My hopes and dreams... all shattered... because of that one Jedi... As he simmered in rage, all of the droids nearby his room exploded due to wave after wave of surges in the force.

A loud alarm sounded through the base as the computer proclaimed "attack on quadrants eight, ten, twelve, fourteen and eighteen, seven droids down." Havec sighed, then turned to the door. "Excuse me for a minute, I think our dear Mr. Cyborg is in one of his moods, and I need to go calm down our main computer- I keep meaning to fix it so it recognizes these 'attacks' from him."

She walked quickly out of the room, then broke into an efficient run to cover the distance between the record room and Steelven's chambers. Slowing down, she knocked quietly on his door, pausing to wait for a response.

Steelven ripped the door off, tossed it back into his room, and saw Havec right in front of him. "WHAT IS IT!?!?!?" He shouted at a almost glass shattering volume. He then stared at Havec's eyes for a second, and he was suddenly calmed down. He had then realized that he had just yelled in Havec's face. He stood there, baffled and embarrassed at his behavior.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, M'lord, but we've lost over two dozen droids today, and the repair costs do add up eventually" she said, half jokingly. "Would you like to talk about what's bothering you?" Despite his outburst, she remained quite calm, and genuinely concerned about Steelven.

"Sorry I yelled at you... but,yes. I need to get this off of my soul." He sighed heavily. "What's left of my biological body is starting to extremely hate my mechanical parts. These mechanical parts are weighing my life down so much... I can't go anywhere in the galaxy without someone looking horrified at me, I look uglier than a 500 year old Tusken Raider, and my confidence in myself has dwindled down greatly over the years." He never imagined saying these things to anyone. He always thought that no one would even care.

Havec bowed her head for a moment, contemplating exactly how to phrase her reply. "On my native planet, when the greatest warriors met in the High Tournament, they dressed in suits of armor made specially for the occasion, that told their life story in symbols and pictures etched into its surface. Many of your parts are replaceable- you could have as much control over your appearance as I have over mine, if not more- if you would feel more confident disguised as a more common creature, I'm sure we could arrange something, although I happen to think you look rather elegant as a cyborg, and that would ruin a perfectly good nickname."

Steelven began to chuckle lightly. That's just like Havec. Always there to pull me back out of the pit. "Thanks Havec. I needed that morale boost. I guess "cyborg" needs to be my nickname forever, eh? Don't worry about the droids and other messes; I'll take care of them. Besides, it's a "man's" job to repair things." He laughed at himself a bit. He had forgotten that there is always one person there for him: Havec, his best friend.

She smiled back, glad that she'd managed to cheer him up. "I think repair duties will have to wait, though- our former bounty hunter has a plan to look for a rogue transport ship from the clone wars that may be hidden somewhere in our galaxy, and he'll need some help reprogramming a few droids to aid in his search efforts."