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Jedi Republic - Jedi Temple Com Forum
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| How hard would it be for you to get a Flames jersey? |
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I am in southern Ontario, Windsor area to be exact. I have tried to get a Flames jersy but they are sold out. I am sure that if I looked hard I woud find some.
I missed most of the game last night but I caught some highlights. Appears they do not like each other due to the number of fights that happened.
It is unfortunate they lost but I did pick them to win in 6.
          
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Grats on Fleet Admiral Icho! 
  
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| Grats on Fleet Admiral Icho! |
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I second that
    
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| Black Shade would you mind posting your walkthru on the tiny/maso walkthru strategy thread for others to see? It is very helpful. |
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sure, ill go do that right now.
   
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Greetings, comrades. I have returned. At least for a few days.
Oddly, my arrival dropped the SF below the Fellowship, and boosted the Jedi ahead of the Guardians of Doom... Empires are getting awfully clustered at the top with the Guardians split apart for awhile.
You'll be happy to know that I've kept the ol' lightsaber in good shape, and I have a few new combat moves that I picked up with the katana that should work out well. So, do I get my old job back? 
P.S. - Almost forgot: May the Force be with y'all!
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The cloaked figure strode slowly, purposefully down the great hall of the Jedi Temple. Though the hall was not as busy as he remembered, it was still surprisingly active. Surprising, because he had been gone a long time. He was older, more experienced, and perhaps a touch more embittered; but this came naturally with age, and was after all balanced by wisdom.
He sensed a familiar presence in the shadows ahead, and stopped. Before his eyes could recognize the figure, his mind sensed the old, familiar identity in the Force. "Qui-Gon, my old Master."
Despite his age, the Jedi Master stepped forward quickly and with purpose. "Greetings, young Padawan."
"I've a few grey hairs, Master - I'm not exactly 'young' anymore," Obi-Wan shot back. "And aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Heard you've been out of these halls for awhile. With both Senior Councilors gone, I'm surprised it's still standing."
"Arcilte's been running the shop - Yoda's been 'meditating' for awhile, it seems."
Qui-Gon looked sharply at his one-time apprentice. "Not Budweiser again?"
"No - something imported, I hear."
From down the hall, they sensed anxiety, and the approach of another presence. Breathlessly, a young Padawan hurried towards them. Like many of the more recent Jedi, he was dressed in the uniform of Sherbert's Grand Fleet, instead of the traditional Jedi robes; but a lightsaber was still fastened to his belt. Guardedly, he had one hand on it as he approached the two strangers. Politely, but without taking his hand off the saber, he asked, "Welcome to the Jedi Temple, strangers. Please identify yourselves."
Qui-Gon bowed. "Well met, Padawan. I am Qui-Gon Jinn, Senior Council Member, one-time pupil of Yoda himself, keeper of the old ways, and a tough old bastard in a fight. This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, more recently known as 'Samurai Ben,' formerly of the Jedi Council and a current Honorary Knight, recently returned from a campaign with the Special Forces, also a good man in a fight and an impressive drinker to boot. And you are?"
Taken aback, the Padawan shakily replied, "Captain Donos, SIR!"
Obi-Wan slapped the young man on the back. "None of that 'sir' crap, Captain - we're not in the military ranks. Where's the little green muppet?"
"I'm sorry...?"
"You know. Yoda. The big cheese. The top dog. The guy with the platform shoes."
Nervous at such cavalier statements about his mighty Emperor, Donos loosed his collar. "Emperor Yoda is in Master Arcilte's office, Master Obi-Wan. They're working on amendments to the new Constitution."
Qui-Gon frowned. "We've been out awhile - not sure if we're up for politics just yet. Where's the bar?"
* * *
Meanwhile, in a shadowy chamber in the basement of the Temple...
The Dark Lord of the Sith paced. Left. Right. Crisp, military about-faces just before he reached the walls. Though he was lost in concentration, he noticed a cockroach scurrying next to the wall. Idly, he blew it apart with a bolt of Force Lightning, and lifted a miniature recorder. "Note - exterminators are not keeping up with infestation in basement. Recommend they be transferred immediately to the Drengin front, armed only with those old Roman swords we found in the armory."
Another figure approached. The Dark Lord could sense his resentment at being in a subservient position. Instead of being concerned, he was pleased; here was a servant who was strong in the Dark Side. The figure spoke. "My lord. It has begun. They are returning."
"How many?"
"Only two, so far. Master Qui-Gon and Master Obi-Wan."
"Isn't Qui-Gon supposed to be dead?"
"My lord, apparently Darth Maul was bragging to those young ladies - Qui-Gon is very much alive."
The Dark Lord smiled. A horrifying, evil smile, fully worthy of one so devoted to the Dark Side. "So, our plan will have extra benefits. EXcellent. Notify the others."
Hesitantly, the servant bowed, began backing towards the door. The Dark Lord turned, his eyes searching, his mind laying bare the churning emotions of his apprentice. "Wait. I sense FEAR in you. You do not favor our plan?"
"My lord...we have lived in peace with the Jedi for nearly a year...and these are desperate times. We have grown in strength by joining our efforts. This plan -"
Abruptly, the servant felt cold fingers grasp his throat, and he was lifted slowly into the air. He struggled, but of course there were no physical fingers to pry away. The Dark Lord stepped forward, heat radiating from his black robes like a furnace. "I have been thwarted before, my apprentice! NEVER again! I have tasted power beyond imagining; I will NOT be denied. Now GO!" he screamed, and the apprentice was hurled out through the door, arms flailing.
The Dark Lord began pacing again. "Soon...soon...everything is proceeding as I have forseen!"
TO BE CONTINUED?
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A masterpiece in the making. 
 
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| A masterpiece in the making. |
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I wouldn't call it a "masterpiece" just yet! - but the saga WILL continue. 
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I love reading stuff like this! Always enjoy reading fan fiction!
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| Dooku has returned from his travels abroad to the Jedi Temple, not really sure how is return will be accepted... |
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Don't be unsure just because somebody grabbed your old nickname! Seriously, did you try the name with an underscore instead of a space? The hyphenated "Obi-Wan" nick is in use by somebody, but I assume they're an Object Desktop user or something - I've never seen 'em on this board.
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wow... lots of old timers coming back. Welcome Obi-Wan and Dooku
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Grand welcomes to all retuning Jedi. It's good to see everyone again
  
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