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Jedi Republic - Jedi Temple Com Forum
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Just checking in to wish the Empire a happy birthday. If I get a chance this evening, I'll put together the next installment. Central Tennessee was pretty much swamped last night; fortunately, my place only had superficial problems - a bit of water runoff damage, for the most part - but it's slowing down my production. May the Force be with y'all.
       
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I was going to say that! 
Sorry for the absence-sir!  Nice stories, Obi Wan! 
Congrats to everything thats been going on, ESPECIALLY Black Shade! 
   
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ANIVERSARY OF THE JEDI REPUBLIC!
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oh, and:
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY JEDI!!!!!
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(stops lurking...)
Happy Anniversary!
(resumes lurking...)
     
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Oh, yeah, that was kinda fun.
Well, happy anniversary Jedi! And as Ben says, May The Force Be With Y'all!
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Happy Anniversary Everybody!
The force is strong with this one...
  
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Episode III
For formal occasions, the Jedi Council met in the Rotunda of the Jedi Temple. Near the peak of the tallest spire of the tower, nearly above the clouds of Coruscant, the chamber was large and circular, with a commanding view.
However, the room was a bit overpowering with so many of the Jedi off on independent troubleshooting assignments. Also, the recent duels in Icho's Bar and Grill had damaged the turbolift shaft, and nobody particularly felt like climbing 553 flights of stairs. So, the Jedi Council (and guests) had assembled in the room of the Temple where most of the decisions were made anyway; Arcilte's office.
The somber mood was made even darker by numbtenor21, softly playing a blues riff on his sax over in the corner. Yoda glared, but said nothing. For that matter, nobody was saying much of anything, because they understood the stakes. It had been a long time since the Metaverse had seen total, unrestrained warfare, on a scale that would rip empires apart. Even Theoden seemed to have lost his reporter's objectivity as he gazed sadly out the window at the gathering clouds.
The door opened, and VoT strode in. His outfit immediately stated the Diplomat's position on the situation. The empire devoted to resolving conflicts had two "uniforms" - a dark, tastefully pinstriped business suit (with power tie) for diplomacy, and heavy body armor with at least 86 weaponry attachments for warfare. Their clothing was as much a tool for resolving conflict as their actions and words. And on this occasion, VoT's Kevlar armor was so heavy that it needed an exoskeleton to allow him to stand; it servos quietly hummed as he strode confidently into the room. A heavy blaster rifle on a gimbaled mount rose high above his shoulder. However, it was a bit too tall for the room, and crashed into the chandelier. That broke the mood.
Arcilte looked up. "Well, we see where DW and the Diplos stand on this. Master Yoda, do you see any chance of a peaceful resolution?"
"Difficult to see. Always in motion, is the future."
Obi-Wan glanced at his watch, sighed and reached for his wallet. He handed Dooku a five. "You win - less than a minute." Yoda glared at them.
Arcilte turned to Theoden. "You're the one who wrote this story, and the problem seems to have started in your empire. Do you know how it started?"
Theoden shook his head. "The cover story is that it's for competitive purposes. I'm not buying it. Slaughter millions, shatter empires, let chaos reign, just for a bit of competition? No, there's something else at work here."
Qui-Gon spoke. "Has anyone heard from the Evil Empire lately? If this war is going to be good vs. evil, you'd expect them to be in the middle of it."
Theoden shook his head again. "Gerakken sent us a report awhile back. The Evil Ones are missing, except for Bakka, really. If they know anything about this, they're not talking."
Arcilte turned to numbtenor21, who was polishing his sax. "Numb, you're with the Sith. If anything based around a unification of evil cropped up, you'd know about it. For that matter, we have an anniversary celebration here - where are the rest of the Sith? Where's KEmperor? Where's Kryo?"
The bug-eyed musician glanced up. As usual, he spoke in his Isaac Hayes voice. "It's cool, baby. Birthday parties aren't all that 'evil' - they're probably down in the basement listening to some Ozzy. Biting the heads off bats or something. Bakka hates it when they do that."
Arcilte frowned, and checked his computer. "No, the spacedock log says they left the planet two days ago. Odd that I wasn't notified. I SHOULD have been notified. Only a member of the Council could have overriden that message."
VoT spoke up. "But who would want to hide the departure of the two highest-ranking Sith from Coruscant?"
Qui-Gon chimed in. "In the middle of the celebrations."
Theoden. "Just before the Meta erupts in war."
Everyone stared at numbtenor21, who self-consciously brushed some dust off his black robes. "Oh, fudge."
* * *
Yoda's starfighter screamed out of hyperspace and dropped its warp ring. The aged Master guided his ship down towards the night side of the planet below. Unlike most planets in the Meta, the night side of this world was not awash with thousands of steady pinpricks from artificial lighting, but with occasional tiny flickers of firelight.
The meeting on Coruscant had ended abruptly. They'd been able to pry the name of a planet out of numbtenor21, mainly because he hadn't really struggled. Clearly, the evils were divided on their devotion to this cause. But as he had been left behind to clean up the tracks of his two Sith superiors, he didn't really know anything except for the name of the planet where they were supposed to meet the leader of the revolt.
So the forces of Good had scattered from Coruscant, to marshal their allies and prepare for the war. Obi-Wan and Dooku were on their way to Special Forces space to meet with Wild Wombat. Theoden was heading back to Raven's Claw, to rally the remnants of his shattered empire. VoT and Captain Jack were returning to their own empires; but the Diplomats and the pirates of GROSS were renowned for their neutrality, and it was anyone's guess where their true allegiance would lie, after their own borders were fortified.
Other empires were being notified by subspace communications. The Centurions were an offshoot of the old Jedi order, a remnant of their Roman-esque past as The Republic; Yoda was certain he could count on Alex again, as he had in the past. Attempts had been made to reach the Aldarians, but there was apparently a problem in finding anyone sober enough to receive the transmission. And tiny Starfleet was involved in a personal struggle of its own, as its emperor battled an old, personal foe. The empires of old Earth - the Canadians, Europeans and Midwesterners - were pulling back inside their borders and loudly proclaiming their neutrality.
Yoda realized that the Jedi might have to face the brunt of this assault, at least until Theoden could rally his troops and Obi-Wan and Dooku could sober up the SF. But there was one last old ally that might be able to help. Rather than send a communication to them, he was breaking precedent and paying them a visit, personally.
The starfighter broke through the cloud cover, revealing Middle Earth.
Yoda steered towards the cobblestone landing pad next to the Prancing Pony. He climbed out of the ship, and was greeted by...no one.
"HELLO?" he called out. His call echoed mockingly from the distant mountains. "Fine welcome, this is," he snorted, stumping towards the door.
Dust and cobwebs were gaining a foothold inside. A tall elf sat in a chair on the small stage, fast asleep, one leg draped cockily over the arm, a small harp in his lap.
"Downie! Awaken, you must!"
"It's pronounced 'Downie,' muttered the elf, and promptly began snoring again.
Yoda frowned. He debated several ways to awaken the elf, and settled on the quickest. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a David Lee Roth CD, and hobbled over to the bar's sound system.
"I WISH THEY ALL COULD BE CALIFORNIA GIRLS..."
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!" screamed the elven bard in pain. "Those lyrics...they're ATROCIOUS! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
"YOOOOOW!" screamed Roth on the CD.
"An entire Greatest Hits album I still have, if sleepy you still feel!"
"Foul gnome of discord! What brings you to sully these hallowed halls?"
"To warn you of a great evil, I have come," Yoda began. "But first, I seek The Great One. The One whose wisdom acted as a beacon. The One whose rejection of evil, a legend is. It is Ray that I seek!"
Downie frowned. "Haven't seen him too often these days. He sounded a little nostalgic the last time he dropped by. Have you tried the old tower?"
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The White Tower had stood for ages upon the plain of Middle Earth, nearly from the beginning of the Meta. It hadn't been used for some time, though, and the weeds surrounding it were considerably taller than the old Jedi Master. Cursing and sweating, he used the Force to mow the wild grasses down until he could struggle through. As he entered the ancient tower and gazed up at the long, winding staircase, he wished for the thousandth time that they'd outfitted the place with a turbolift. Or at least built on the ground floor. "Harumph! Wizards!"
At last reaching the peak, Yoda stumped tiredly into the Sanctum. Oddly, the room looked surprisingly like the formal Jedi council chamber; but here, the windows were narrow and few. Dark shadows filled the room, except for a few lone shafts of light falling in the center of the floor. An old wizard sat there, stroking his beard, smoking a pipe, and meditating.
"Hail, old friend," the wizard intoned. Yoda said nothing, but stepped forward. As the wizard remained seated, they were at eye level. "I knew someone would come eventually."
"Know you why I have come?" asked Yoda.
"Yes," responded the mighty wizard. "Oh, I knew it would happen eventually. The Meta was due for another major war; peace cannot reign forever. But..." he trailed off, rose to his feet, and walked over to the window.
Yoda was surprised at Ray's attitude. He seemed...already defeated? "A leader you are, Ray. A champion of the good. Why have you not rallied the Fellowship? Though few in number, powerful they are. But here you are, in solitude; why?"
"It's complicated, old friend," Ray sighed. "I know who he is. And I'm not sure I can face him."
Yoda's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean..."
"Yes. It's HIM. It's Evil Ray."
TO BE CONCLUDED!
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Awesome imagery Ben!
I eagerly await the next installment! 
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This is going to be interesting.
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This is a great story, Ben! 
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Well, since VoTs gun crashed into the chandelie, I wonder how high that would be! Sinc a standing Halutian is about 3.5 meters high...
Since the whole Council was there, I must've been there too
I hope i did not accidentally step on your feet Spymaster
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