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Plague Outbreak
John04Date: Tuesday, 01-Feb-2011, 3:11 PM | Message # 1
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Master Diathim sat in the copilot seat of her new padawan's shuttle with patience. The Council had received word that a plague had broken out on five worlds in the Expansion Region. There was little data on the plague but what is known is that it seems to be similar to the Krytos Virus. There were a number of differences though, the biggest being that the virus was more debilitating than lethal. It had a far higher infection rate and was able to infect more species than the original. With five worlds infected, it was only a matter of time before it spread to others. The Council had dispatched Diathim and Jarelea to Circarpous IV to help with the diseased and figure out the source of the plague.

Jarelea sat at the controls of her shuttle and steered towards the planet surface. She turned towards her master and said, "Master, is it safe for us to journey here? What if we become infected?"

Diathim smiled and said, "Safe? No, but we have that supply of rycla to help us remain healthy as well as cure a number of beings. But that is only the beginning. The Council wishes us to try and locate the source of the plague and neutralize it, as well as tend to the sick & dying. Now hail the planet please."

Jarelea nodded and keyed the comm system, "This is shuttle 24-7/A of the Jedi Order to Circarpous IV Planetary Control. We come on a mission of aid in response to the outbreak. Requesting permission for a landing vector. Over."

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LordZarcaineDate: Sunday, 06-Feb-2011, 1:27 AM | Message # 2
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Circarpous IV wasnt the only planet that was infected with a plague, nor was it the same plague that infected the other worlds that had broken out in the other worlds. Sure one could probably have the luck of having the antidote to one of the plagues, yet how could they have the antidote to all of them. That was the brilliant part of the plan. It wasnt just one plague, it was many and thinking on it more made Kulan smirk as he took a breath, a low weezing sound coming from the breathing apparatus as he walked down a dark alley of the main port. He stopped at the end as he looked at one of the beggars on the street holding his hands up in a cup shape form as Kulan smirked.

He reached into his robes before placing a credit chip into the mans hands, nothing too large, just a couple credits and a nice gift of a new strain of the plague that was already ravaging the planet. Kulan took a step out of the alley and took a few steps before the beggar fell over, his eyes beginning to swell and turn blood shot as blood ran out from his ears, his body beginning to swell as another beggar grabbed at the credit chip, only to befall the same fate as a third and final beggar pulled at the credit chip before the others backed off seeing the third beggar die.

Kulan took a moment to stop and take a look, making it appear as though he was focused on something else as he watched the three beggars die slow and horrible deaths. While the deaths were slow, the effect of the plague was quicker upon contact than the one first released onto the planet as he turned and stepped forward, heading down the street before he faded into the shadows.

 
John04Date: Sunday, 06-Feb-2011, 7:25 PM | Message # 3
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A voice came up on the comlink, "This is Circarpous IV Planetary Control to Shuttle 24-7/A. We've been expecting you. You are cleared for landing at Pad Seven. Follow the beacon and welcome. We need all the help we can get."

As the operator killed the link, Jarelea looked over to Diathim and said, "Master, what sort of reception should we be expecting? I thought the planet was under quarintine."

Diathim nodded, "It is. However, the Order has been given special clearance to come and go due to our pledge to assist in fighting this disease. Provided we both prove uninfected of course. We'll have to look out for each other in order to avoid that."

Jarelea nodded and slowly brought the shuttle down through the atmosphere and down to the planet. She couldn't help but notice that there were a pair of old X-Wing starfighters escorting them down. She could sense the pilot's tension, as if they were just waiting for her to deviat from her course so they could shoot her down. But she didn't and brought the shuttle down on the proper landing platform.

As Diathim exited, she took the time to take in the general feeling in the Force. There was a great deal of death in the air, and pain...despair...and anger. It nearly overwhelmed her but she worked through the wave of emotion. She slowly glided over to the entourage of pale humans head her way, with Jarelea following in her wake.

The lead human, a pale man of fifty, stepped forward and shook Diathim's hand. "I am Doctor Fyor Arranda. I'm the Chief Medical Officer in charge of dealing with this outbreak. Please follow me."

As they began traveling, Diathim looked over to the man and said, "Dr. Arranda, what can you tell me about this virus? The more we know, the more we can help."

He sighed, "It's not good. It works similar to the Krytos Virus, but in some ways it's worse. It doesn't have the same outright lethality, but it more than makes up for it with persistance, adaptability, and debilitating effects. People who get infected tend to suffer a number of side effects even after they're cured. It requires large amounts of rycla to cure it, and there seems to be no way to vaccinate against it. There are far more species who are susceptable to infection, including humans. Although human and near-human species seem to be far more resistant to infection. That should include an Arkanian offshoot such as you apprentice. As for you...unfortunately I can't even guess because I'm not even sure what species you are."

Diathim smiled and said, "That's alright Doctor. We'll be careful. Let's move to Triage and see if we can save some lives..."

Jarelea walked in her master's shadow as she talked with the doctor. She was scared of the death and pain she was sensing, but she was with her master, who didn't seem to be too worried. So she put her feelings off to the side and focused on the task at hand...


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LordZarcaineDate: Sunday, 06-Feb-2011, 10:04 PM | Message # 4
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Kulan stopped in mid step as he felt the force reaching out to him, yet it wasnt the dark side. No it was the stench of a Jedi and its sad thing they called a padawan. He shook his head as he began to draw himself into the Dark side of the force. Hiding his presence with in the death, despair and anger that filled the world. He began to thrive off of it, grow stronger from it as he handed another credit chip to a beggar, watching as the beggar began to convulse and bleed out from the porous membrane of their nose and ears. He watched as the plague on this credit chip began to kill the new subject.

He stepped into an alley and walked through the darkness before stopping as he stood at the edge of the entrance. Then he saw the two, the Jedi walking down the street as he smirked. His hallow eyes focused on the two for a moment as he took in the death that he was causing and laughed at the site of the Jedi. His eyes focused on them still as the hatred and anger continued to grow on the world. Kulan enjoyed what was happen to this world, watching it falling deeper to the Dark Side as he allowed himself to be felt among the people. The Dark Side slowly coming from it as it ebbed and flowed while the Dark figure stood there and watched.

When he had his fun he withdrew into the death, despair and hatred of the world again before fading into the dark alley. Slowly making his way through the back alleys of the world as he continued to pass out the chips marked with the new plague strain. Kulan stopped as he looked to a large building, smirking as he made his way into it, walking to one of the lifts. He stepped inside as the lift began to jerk before it flew upwards and stopped at the topmost level. Kulan stepped out as he walked down the hall, the lights beginning to shake and burst with each of his steps. He stepped out onto a balcony before bringing his hands up as he moved them slowly. The wind starting to kick up to spread the new virus through the city and the world.

 
John04Date: Monday, 07-Feb-2011, 1:00 AM | Message # 5
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As she headed toward one the medical facilities dedicated to combating the plague, Diathim felt a surge of hate through the Force. For a split second, she thought it was the work of a Sith, but she quickly dismissed it as people across the city hating the suffering they were going through. She and Jarelea followed the doctor into the hospital, and then into a large room filled with infected patients. Diathim turned to Jarelea and said, "Ease into your powers Padawan. You have the gift for healing; that was proven in your tests back at the temple. Start with the recently infected and work your way up to the more difficult subjects. I'm going to see if I can help find a more permament remedy for the disease."

Jarelea nodded her head and walked over to a young female Bothan. The Bothan had only been infected the day before and she was already showing signs of infections. Her fur had started falling out, leaving bald spots all over her body. And where the remaining fur had originally been a warm brown, it was now a sickly grey. Jarelea placed one hand on the girl's head, another on her abdomen, and started pouring Force energy into her body. Healing was something Jarelea was instinctive at, however this plague seemed to be far more resistant to her powers. It seemed almost...aware. But with renewed focus, she was able to eradicate the infection. Within minutes, color returned to the Bothan's fur and the bald spots vanished. Once it was done, Jarelea moved on to the next one...

Diathim moved away from Jarelea and found one of the more critically ill patients. She had a different idea in mind for healing this one, a Quarren who's skin had turned completely black from the infection. She placed her hands on him and began to narrow her focus. Soon her focus had become so refined and narrow that she could manipulate the various molecules within his body. With years of experience, she began to breakdown the infection, one particle at a time. As she did this, it gave her a sense of how the plague worked, what made it tick, and what it's weaknesses were. For nearly four hours she preformed her task, until finally she got all that she could, and then used her formidable powers to fully heal the ailing Quarren. Once she was done, Diathim found Dr. Arranda standing next to her.

"Ah good Doctor. I need you to take a sample of this patient's blood and have it analyzed. With any luck we'll get some data we can use...Doctor, what is it?" His face was filled with anguish as he said, "I'm sorry Master Diathim but I have some bad news. It seems that the virus has mutated and is sweeping through the city by the wind currents. Dozens are already dead and we're expecting the bodies to pile up." Diathim gasped in shock, then recovered and said, "I need several corpses brought to a secure lab. I need to get a first-hand look at this new virus. If it possesses the same sort of menace that this strain does, then we are in far greater trouble than I thought."

Arrand looked at her with confusion evadent on his features, "Pardon me Master Jedi, but viruses aren't sentient. They are incapable of menace." Diathim nodded in agreement, "Exactly. Which is what has me so worried..."


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LordZarcaineDate: Monday, 07-Feb-2011, 2:57 AM | Message # 6
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Kulan had found a nice bench to rest on as he decided to spend some more time on the balcony manipulating the winds to spread his new plague. Being old didnt give him much of a choice when it came to being active. Neither did it help that most of his body contained implants, and was burned. His hand came up as he moved it around slowly. Flicking it at the wrist to send the air currents this way or that way, smirking at his work. No doubt the scientist were running around frightened by the newest strain of the plague that had come up. Kulan though did have fun making the plague, well plagues, that now ravaged the worlds. It was sad that he only got to see this plague on this world. The others could wait though, of course a cure would be sent to those worlds as well. Then just as hope comes peaking over the horizon, Kulan would be there to cast it down into hate and anger once more with another plague that he would introduce.

After a few hours he stood once more and stretched, crossing his arms over his chest. He took in a deep breath, the weazing of the breath mask filled the are around him for a moment. His eyes focused on the building across from him as he smirked, his hand coming up before he pushed a gust of wind towards it. His eyes focused on those that had come out, thinking it safe in the higher levels of the space port. They were wrong as they began to choke from the blood pooling up into their lungs. He watched as a few of them fell from their balconies, only to crash down to the ground below in a puddle of mangled flesh and blood.

Kulan laughed as he watched the others grasping at the rails, or trying to call for help, only to cause the same to happen to those inside that came out. His eyes watched as the others began to lock their windows and doors. They too though would fall to the plague in time. It wouldnt be long before that time as he pulled a data pad from under his robes. His hands came up as he began to design a new plague, a spore that could travel far and wide compared to the virus. The spore would be perfect, even more so as a budding plant.

 
John04Date: Monday, 07-Feb-2011, 11:20 PM | Message # 7
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Diathim, wrapped in a protective suit, waited patiently for the two coroners to bring in a number of the corpses. Each one was a grotesque example of the most lethal strain of the virus yet. Blood had been erupted from their mucous membranes and filled their lungs. She looked over to one of the humans and asked which one had dies the most recently. They brought over the body of an old Gotal and placed it on the examination table, then they left. She slowly worked her hands over the fresh corpse. It was still warm, which was good. Some of the virus might still be alive. She placed her hands over the body and narrowed her focus to the surviving virus. Like before, she picked apart at the virus' structure, looking for the source of its menacing presence. As she dug into its molecular make-up, Diathim found a powerful wave of darkness in the heart of the living virus. Before she was able to test her theory though, she felt a sharp wave of pain near Jarelea.

Diathim rushed from the lab and returned to triage. What she found was the medical team trying to restrain a Falleen male who was clearly afflicted with the virus. His skin was shifting between black, white, and grey in response to his suffering. Jarelea was standing over him, trying to heal him. Diathim stepped forward, "Move Jarelea." Her padawan, not even thinking, immediately stepped aside. The Jedi Master towered over the dying Falleen, raised her hands over his flailing body, and closed her eyes. Bright rays of pale blue light shot from her palms and onto the Falleen's flesh. Almost immediately the Falleen responded. His chest shot upward and he took in deep breaths. Slowly his flesh turned back to a pale green, and Diathim sighed in frustration.

"That's what I was afraid of," she said. Immediately Diathim pivoted around and unleashed the same blue light upon all the patients in the ward. After several minutes of exposure, they to became revitalized. Diathim soon collapsed, only to be caught by Jarelea. Waving off her padawan's worries, she looked to the head doctor and said, "Get these people some bacta. The virus has been destroyed in them so it should heal them just fine." She then turned to Jarelea and said, "I'm afraid, my dear apprentice, that we have a dark-sider on Circarpous IV..."

((I'll explain how she did it in the next post))


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LordZarcaineDate: Tuesday, 08-Feb-2011, 1:43 AM | Message # 8
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The sudden burst of light side energy resulted in a scowl on Kulan's face, the fact that the Jedi were ruining his hard work made it even worst. He stood on the balcony, keeping his hands on the railing as he watched the apartments across from him continued to die. The people falling from their own balconies and others driven mad as they attacked each other. He brought his hand up as he began to move the wind, sending it towards the main space port located in the city. He smirked as the spores began to take effect, finding themselves with in the bodies of the many various species.

He watched on as a loud shrieking scream was heard from the space port before a woman fell forward. A gash running from her shoulder to her thigh as a human held a vibroblade in his hand. A few other species began to fall into madness, attacking those around them as the spores took root. A new plague, three of them now rested on this world. The first was easy enough to cure, the second too if one knew how. The third though would be a bit more difficult. One would need to pull the spores out and make sure they didnt miss a single one.

Kulan smirked before he stepped from the balcony, falling into the shadows of the lift before the doors closed. He rode the lift back to the bottom floor, stepping out and crossing the large front hall of the apartments. The tenets already either laying dead from the plague, or killed through the madness of those that lived through the rooting of the spores. Kulan stepped out into the street, watching the carnage and violence unfold before he disappeared into the shadows to leave this world to its fate. He was tired of this world, and would leave the spores there to slow the Jedi down while he continued his fun on another world.

 
John04Date: Tuesday, 08-Feb-2011, 11:28 PM | Message # 9
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Jarelea stared at her master with wide eyes. A dark-sider? On Circarpous IV? She suppressed a shudder. She had never met a servant of the dark side, and she had been hoping that it would never happen. As she froze in horror, Diathim recovered and ordered that blood be taken from the revived patients before they be given bacta. She then began to slowly move back to her lab. Jarelea quickly followed her, dying to ask questions.

"Master. I must ask you, what makes you think we have a dark-sider on the planet? How did you heal these people? Please tell me." Diathim smiled, "I didn't really heal them Jarelea. I merely eradicated the virus ravaging their bodies. And the virus is how I know we have a dark jedi on the planet." "I don't understand Master," Jarelea complained. Her master smiled even wider, "The virus was forged strait from the dark side. It possesses a menace that no virus, either made by nature or technology, could possibly have. Such evil can only be forged from the dark side.

"As for how I managed to destroy the virus, I used one of the most powerful abilities that a Jedi can harness: Force Light. With Force Light, I can channel vast amounts of light side energy into a concentrated form to weaken or eradicate the darkness in an object, area, or even a person. The virus was forged with the power of the dark side, being a vital component to its existence. Once I unleashed my light side energies on the room, the darkness in the virus was destroyed. Taking the virus' ability to remain intact. Now come with me, I will teach you this power. I will need your help for this next phase.

Jarelea followed Diathim into the lab, where there were several samples of the healed patient's blood and a vat of bacta. Diathim waved Jarelea forward and placed a hand at the small of her back. "Now close your eyes and concentrate on the sound of my voice. Let the physical world fade from your perceptions, and allow the energies of the Force fill you mind and body. Now, this is similar to healing. Use those thoughts and inner peace, but focus them on a different course. Instead of healing wounds, work to heal souls. Good, good. Channel this power through your body now."

Jarelea nodded and followed her master's instructions. This was actually easier than she actually thought. Healing was instinctive to her, and this wasn't that different. Soon, faint blue light began to emanate from her hands. Diathim nodded in pleasure and said, "Good. Now when I tell you to, I want you to use you new ability on the bacta."

Diathim stepped toward the test tubes and used her Art of the Small ability to pull the various antibodies that had formed in the survivor's bodies after she had destroyed the virus' strength and then poured it into the bacta. She then used her ability again on the bacta itself, slowly combining the antibodies with the bacta particles to form new compounds capable of defeating the contagions. After two hours of hard effort, Diathim motioned for Jarelea to use her power. Jarelea immediately complied and poured light side energies into the bacta, while Diathim continued using her power to merge the light side energies with the newfound compounds to exponentially strengthen the power of the bacta. She then called in a medical team and ordered them to begin replicating the new bacta and distribute it to the population. Hopefully it would be distributed fast enough to kill the outbreak.


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LordZarcaineDate: Thursday, 10-Feb-2011, 4:31 AM | Message # 10
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Kulan walked through the streets before he stopped, getting an idea to keep the Jedi on this world for the moment. He looked around before he began to draw in the dark side, feeding off the hatred and pain of the world and its people. He stood silently as the dark side began to grow around him. He took a step forward as he walked through the alleys, a field of death surrounding him. With each step it drew in the dark side more, pulled in fear, hatred, anger, pain, suffering. As he walked past those on the streets he watched as they began to fall, shaking in pain and convulsing in fear. The dark side held strong around him. He wanted the Jedi to know he was there, to know that he was the cause of the suffering on the world.

He let out a deep laugh as he held his hands up, the dark side pulling closer to him the more the people suffered. Those that stepped near to him fell, their eyes bursting and their brains boiling from the pure hatred that he pulled to him. He had created a field of death around him, killing those near him and feeding on their pain. He smirked again as he stepped forward, walking the streets while spreading another plague, one that would be too late to cure.

This one was different. It held little, if no dark side to it. It was pure, crafted and created in a lab. Yet it was cultured to attack. Those infected would not know, and it had been released on another world already. He would release it here for fun as he held up his hand and the spores began to carry to those still alive near him. The spores burrowed into their bodies, lodging themselves in their lungs, stomachs, intestines. Those on the other world where it had first spread began to feel the effects. It was the world he would be heading to next. One where the people died slowly, something eating away at their stomachs.

As Kulan walked down the street he spread that same virus here before he stopped at the star port. Letting the Jedi feel his presence one last time before he was hidden in the force once more.

 
John04Date: Thursday, 10-Feb-2011, 11:36 PM | Message # 11
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Diathim clutched her chest as she felt a powerful burst of dark energy. Energy that came strait from a Dark Jedi. She immediately sensed the vast powers he commanded. The power was so great...so great that she was able to get a bead on his locations. He was heading for the starport! This darksider was going to try and leave the planet! Not on her watch. She turned to one of the doctors, "Contact the spaceport! Tell them to lock it down! Patient Zero is heading there right now." Diathim immediately bolted for the door, dragging Jarelea with her. Once they got out of the building, she turned to her apprentice and said, "Take that speeder and head for the spaceport. I'll be right with you." Jarelea nodded and did as she was told.

Once Jarelea took off in the speeder, Diathim's skin began to glow a brilliant golden aura, the true form of her species. She then discarded her Jedi robes, revealing the six wings on her back. The Jedi looked to the sky and took flight. It had been a very long time since she had shown her full form in public, but now was the time. The idea was to stir fear in the Dark Jedi. She flew at top speed towards the spaceport, with her lightsaber in a pouch wrapped around her waist. If she and Jarelea managed to stop him here, then they could put a stop to the plagues before they got even more out of the hand...

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LordZarcaineDate: Friday, 11-Feb-2011, 0:17 AM | Message # 12
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Kulan smirked as he stopped at the entrance to the landing pad that held his ship. The security guards standing in a circle around him as they held their weapons up. He watched them begin to lock down the space port as he turned around in a full circle. His eyes following all of the guards and noting their positions before he looked at the entrance. He could feel the Jedi coming as he stood there. His eyes dark and void of feelings as he began to pull in the force once more. The Dark Side began to swirl around him, pulling into him as he could sense the fear in the guards hearts. His hand slid under his robes, pulling out an ornate lightsaber hilt. A rapier style hilt rested in his hand as he pressed the activation button. The Ruby Silver blade glowing lightly as his hand came up. He pulled the lights from the fixtures, breaking them as they sparked out. He watched the guards before he quickly spun around, a loud scream filling the air as a guard was cut down.

The others began to fire as he began to slid around the guards, throwing them into each other. Others becoming fried with a blast of Sith Lightning as he threw them across the room. Kulan tore down the guards one by one until all lay dead around him. His eyes focused on them before he smirked, knowing the Jedi were near and could feel the death of each and everyone of the guards. He looked around before he knelled down, resting on his knees. He deactivated his lightsaber before placing it on his belt once more, taking a meditation pose as he rested.

He continued to pull in the dark side, letting it grow around him as he waited. A few moments later he smirked before he brought his head up, looking at the entrance as he knew they were there.

 
Smooth-eyeDate: Saturday, 12-Feb-2011, 8:25 PM | Message # 13
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It had been fifteen years since Qui'll Izen left the Jedi Order to become the Senator to his homeworld of Yag'Dhul. Qui'll was here, on behalf of the Galactic Alliance, on a mission of mercy. He was bringing medical supplies and a team of GA doctors, in hopes of helping the dier situation here on Circarpous IV. Then like a solid blow to the chest, it hit him. Pain, suffering, anger, fear. The darkside was strong here. The High Algorithm set down at it's pre-arranged landing pad. It was one reserved for dignitaries. "Senator Izen, we have touch down." came a voice of the comm into his private study. The elder statesman grabbed his walking stick, and exited the spacecraft. Qui'll turned and faced the head of the security detachment, " Stay here Colonel Graum. See to it that the physicians and supplies are well guarded, I will catch up with you later. Where I am going, you can not. It would be illogical for you to assume otherwise. You can not protect yourself from the power of the Darkside." The long forgotten Jedi Consular, with the help of his walking stick, began to wander towards the darkness, while wrapping himself in the Force, to avoid his force sensitivity being recognized.

"No, no officer...Trust me, why would I smuggle something illegal into your fine juristiction. Can't we come to some agreement?"
 
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Diathim felt the deaths of each guard as they fell to the power of the Dark Jedi. Each one was like a small sliver piercing her chest, but she wasn't about to give up. This force user had to be stopped. She soon reached the spaceport and came down in a most graceful landing. When she looked up she saw the darksider down on his knees in a meditative pose. He wore dark robes that covered most of his body. The dark side was wrapped around him like a thick blanket. She could feel its cloying touch trying to seduce her. However, she was strong and served as a beacon of light in the darkness. Diathim harnessed the power of Force Light to push back the innate evil. At first she struggled but soon that began to change...

All across the planet, holovids activated and informed the citizens of the planet that a cure had been discovered and was currently being disseminated as fast as was possible. The newsfeeds included images of recently cured beings leaving the medical center looking almost completely healthy. This news gave the infected and dying hope. Hope that they could be saved, that their loved ones could be saved. This hope began to swell and push back the darkness that was hindering them...

Diathim felt the hope across the planet. She knew that this was going to give her strength but she also knew it wouldn't be enough to defeat this Dark Jedi outright. But it would even the odds. She braced herself for combat and said, "Who are you?"

Jarelea was cruising as fast as she could through the streets of the capital in her speeder. Unfortunately it wasn't as fast as she'd like due to the large number of people walking the streets, despite the outbreak. She weaved in and out of traffic snarls like only a Jedi could manage. However she soon was stalled because an elderly Givin was walking across the street. She slammed on the breaks but it wasn't enough. Jarelea was forced to use the Force to bring the speeder to a full stop in time. She looked over the windshield and said, "Excuse me, but I'm in a bit of a hurry."

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Smooth-eyeDate: Saturday, 12-Feb-2011, 9:42 PM | Message # 15
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While making his way across an intersection, Qui'll had but seconds to act, as a speeder came barreling towards him. He was preparing to use the force to jump over the youthful speeder, when suddenly the speeder stopped and a flash of the force was detectable from the young arkanian. She looked over the windshield and said, "Excuse me, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." The Givin Senator smiled kindly and raised a hand toward the young one. "Haste makes waste young one. Be fast, but you must slow down enough to stay aware of your surroundings." Qui'll used his walkling stick to step up onto the curb. "Be safe child, and remember, slow and steady wins the race."

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"No, no officer...Trust me, why would I smuggle something illegal into your fine juristiction. Can't we come to some agreement?"

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