Marcus Telcontar
Nov 11th, 2002, 05:53:44 AM
I there is one thing I hate, thought Marcus, it's beings taken advantage of my generosity.
The reports from the attack on Arcan were not pretty. And the more you read them, the more it was clear how civvies had been the victims. Now why in the Name of the force did they just ace innocents like that? That's not the dark Side, that's insanity. That's murder.
"That frelling sucks" he said outloud to the row of monitors in the room. Upstairs of the Diner, the whole place was decked out in a sophisticated Ops room where the Lost Jedi could get some work done. Had to admi, the attack took place at the right time - when the Jedi were leaving and most of the Jedi Masters and Knights were gone. Pants down, bend over Arcan. Right where it hurt the most. Now, attacking valid military and Jedi targets was one thing... civvies was another. Someone was going to learn a sharp lesson about this... a very sharp and hard lesson. A belt at Vjun was out of the question for now, but there were other targets that he could hit, ones that would serve the purpose well.
Revenge? No.
A warning.
And the target was the one with the most to lose. Wandering Force Rejects were not worth hitting as yet. A nice fat juicy target with a lot of symbolism, with military importance however was. He glanced again at a monitor, before turning and noting Xazor Dawstrider, the other Lost Jedi, was asleep on the couch. They had both been working overtime planning and getting ready. especially since they had gotten <a href=http://meras.org/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=5358>contacted</a> by a rather dissastisfied resident of Balmorra. And made an offer they were not going to refuse
"Hard and fast... just like Endor" he said outloud. They had gotten schematics, found a few weaknesses in defences... and a few weak points in the foundations. A bag sat in the corner, with something inside from the NRSF days. "Xaz... wake up. Time we got moving - We got ourselves a Grand Admiral to take down a few notches"
The reports from the attack on Arcan were not pretty. And the more you read them, the more it was clear how civvies had been the victims. Now why in the Name of the force did they just ace innocents like that? That's not the dark Side, that's insanity. That's murder.
"That frelling sucks" he said outloud to the row of monitors in the room. Upstairs of the Diner, the whole place was decked out in a sophisticated Ops room where the Lost Jedi could get some work done. Had to admi, the attack took place at the right time - when the Jedi were leaving and most of the Jedi Masters and Knights were gone. Pants down, bend over Arcan. Right where it hurt the most. Now, attacking valid military and Jedi targets was one thing... civvies was another. Someone was going to learn a sharp lesson about this... a very sharp and hard lesson. A belt at Vjun was out of the question for now, but there were other targets that he could hit, ones that would serve the purpose well.
Revenge? No.
A warning.
And the target was the one with the most to lose. Wandering Force Rejects were not worth hitting as yet. A nice fat juicy target with a lot of symbolism, with military importance however was. He glanced again at a monitor, before turning and noting Xazor Dawstrider, the other Lost Jedi, was asleep on the couch. They had both been working overtime planning and getting ready. especially since they had gotten <a href=http://meras.org/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=5358>contacted</a> by a rather dissastisfied resident of Balmorra. And made an offer they were not going to refuse
"Hard and fast... just like Endor" he said outloud. They had gotten schematics, found a few weaknesses in defences... and a few weak points in the foundations. A bag sat in the corner, with something inside from the NRSF days. "Xaz... wake up. Time we got moving - We got ourselves a Grand Admiral to take down a few notches"