The Darkest Side of the Force (Darius Fallenstar and Holdaer)
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				Title: <strong>The Darkest Side of the Force (Darius Fallenstar and Holdaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 07:15:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> The Darkest Side of the Force </span></div><br><strong>Featuring </strong>: <strong> Darius Fallenstar </strong>as <strong> Jedi Master Pal Harkane </strong>and&nbsp; <strong> Holdaer</strong> as <strong> X</strong><br><br><strong>Setting:</strong>&nbsp; Set in the Star Wars universe, this story takes place around the time of the Knights of the Old Republic. Sith and Jedi both exist throughout the known universe; the Jedi council is strong, and the Sith rule their planets with an iron fist. Between the two camps are rebels, merchants, scoundrels, mercenaries, and those who flit across both Light and Dark paths. Naturally, the Jedi disavow anyone who sanctions any investigation into a subject that could lead to the Dark side and do not believe it is possible to be “in the middle.” As a result, the whole universe is polarized, with frequent opportunities for violence and shadowy innovation.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Erotic Elements:</strong> This story will feature corruption and manipulation through the Force. It may manifest as biological twists, but will more than likely occur primarily in the mind. Expect supernatural erotic components, sci-fi tech, and all the strangely subtle elements we can throw in to enhance the already-rich universe with eroticism. <br><br><strong>Fetishes Included:</strong> Age and size differences, the use of powers, corruption, risk of pregnancy, action and adventure (yes, they can be fetishistic), BDSM-elements, and others. Anticipate no scat, mutilation, or death. Most other things are up for grabs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkest Side of the Force (Darius Fallenstar and Holdaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 07:15:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111021190743/starwars/it/images/e/ee/Jawapedia_zabrak.jpg)</div>Pal Harkane stood with his long fingers folded ceremoniously within his robes. As a Zabrak, Pal had always been headstrong, impetuous, and prone to emotions far too close to ambition for his former Master. However, despite the Council’s misgivings and concerns, Pal had seemingly overcome his stubborn nature and attained peace, allowing him to rise to the rank of Master no more than a month before.<br><br>A week ago, Pal had formally accepted his first Apprentice; a girl he considered, in almost all ways, his daughter. Once, he’d seen her as a younger sister. But that was back before, when he’d been an Apprentice and she the Padawan. That was back, after he’d saved her from would-be slavers in the dark alleys deep within Corusant. For years, he’d protected her, guided her, and allowed their relationship – and his responsibility for her – to ground him, to curtail his ambitious nature. In many ways, it was for her that Pal had mastered himself. <br><br>And now everything was different. Now, she was the apprentice. His apprentice. No longer could she ground him, keep him balanced; now, he had to lead, to teach, to instruct, to discipline. It would be a hard thing for him and her, no doubt. Especially given recent events. <br><br>Turning around in his simple rooms, relatively low in the overall structures of the Jedi temple, Pal allowed himself a slight indulgence: joy at the feeling of being himself. Chronologically, Pal was in his forties, but his body had just reached its physical peak. Having been in training for most of his life, he’d always been a bit behind, a bit slower – and had compensated with the Force, practice, and the very stubbornness that the Jedi Masters had tried to teach him to control. Now, with the full weight of his powers, he could enjoy being superior to most. <br><br>He was a tall man, Pal, well over six feet, and beneath his robes he had the build of an exotic worker, though compact, he was densely muscled, his grey-red flesh adding depth and nuance to his body that no standard human could ever have. Not that Pal considered that a distinct advantage: most Jedi were human these days, or so it seemed. Bald, yet crowned with a halo of thorny, upswept horns, Pal was a strikingly predatory figure, despite how calm his unnaturally blue eyes seemed. <br><br>Moving fluidly, savoring the ease with which his body responded, Pal stepped onto the old, well-worn carpet his former Master had trained him to meditate properly on, and reached out through the Force. It was hard for Pal, this type of touching – mind-to-mind – it was not his forte, but with his Apprentice, it was a long ago mastered skill. <br><br>“Apprentice, I know it is early, but come. We have much to discuss,” he sent, then folded his arms back, assuming a regal, controlled posture, brown robes covering much of his exotic physique. As they should. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkest Side of the Force (Darius Fallenstar and Holdaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Holdaer</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 07:17:28</strong>
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				Amara Nooram was sitting on the cold marble floor her back bent slightly upwards as her eyes looked toward the ceiling of the Jedi Temple. As a Togruta she has had her fair share of stares and name calling which has not endeared herself to any humans to be certain. She had always felt disconnected being on a world so far from home and no connection to any living thing other than the humans and semi sentient creatures would have made her feel alone and disconnected from life were it not for Pal. He found her when she was but a young-ling and took her to the Jedi, whom after testing found her to indeed be force sensitive and began her training immediately.<br><br>Amara had never thought, not once that after having attained the rank of apprentice would she be paired up with Pal. Growing up with him around was a blessing, and that he had come back from every mission he was sent off on even more so as well as a testament to his skill as a warrior. She had seen him as her brother for years, but now as his position and knowledge of the force had grown so much he was more of a father to her than a brother. At times she wondered what her life would be like were she not rescued by Pal, to whom she might belong to now and if she would even be alive. As Pal progressed Amara was there every step of the way cheering him on and even at times getting in trouble and having the Masters scolding her. <br><br>Now that she was his apprentice she would do her best to learn from him, observe everything he did and said and how he acted to emulate him and grow in the force just as he had. This also meant that she was his responsibility and he was responsible for her actions, be they for good or for worse.<br><br>One of the first things that you lose track of is how old you are when training began for Amara she was only five, now she had to be in her mid to late teens or early twenties it was hard for her to be sure as there was no meaningful use to track days or years in the temple. She watched as Pal moved around, studying his movements even now as he was more relaxed in this state so it was easier to see him in his most natural state. Amara had always been a quick learner, picking up the fundamentals of the force quickly and adapting her knowledge in interesting ways that surprised even the most learned of Masters, and concerned them. She had a talent for bending the force to her own will, using unorthodox methods to accomplish the same task more quickly than the traditional route. Suffice to say shortcuts are not looked upon with favor among the Jedi Council, assigning her to Pal as a way to hopefully ground the girl's ambitions and enthusiasm.<br><br>Amara was average height for a Torgruta her age, standing just over five feet half and thanks to her training was well toned underneath her clothing, her muscles were not large or unwieldy but smooth and subtle giving her strength as well as grace and poise. She preferred to wear smooth dark brown pants that hugged her legs tightly but oddly enough didn't restrict her movements, her top was a white cloth with long sleeves that hugged her skin as well, wearing a brown vest tunic over that. Not considered a Master she could not wear robes of her own until she had proved herself to the council. Her face mostly red with three thick white stripes. All three lines met at just below where her collarbones meet and ascended up her neck and face with two covering each eye socket while turning dark blue as they spiraled up her horns and down her head tails with the third stopping just short of in between her eyebrows. Her facial features were soft and kind, giving her an approachable look to her her eyes a bright amber gold glistening in the dim light of the temple.<br><br>The message was received and understood clearly, the art of telepathy was easy for her to grasp and with Pal was a well practiced art form she mastered with him long ago. She stood at his call, obeying his order to go with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkest Side of the Force (Darius Fallenstar and Holdaer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dariusfallenstar</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 03:18:58</strong>
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				When Pal’s apprentice finally arrived, he had to suppress a small jolt of dissonance at the sight of her. He was proud of her, of what she’d become, and fiercely protective of the girl. His former master would have warned him against such feelings, of attachment being a trigger that would allow the dark side to capture one’s attention. Attachment could lead to vanity or, worse yet, desires that were entirely unwholesome. It was with some effort that Pal suppressed his natural racial proclivities toward passion and impulsive actions, despite the fact that he was now considered a Jedi Master. <br><br>Odd, how titles never really change anything. <br><br>“My apprentice, we are being sent to investigate an asteroid at the limits of Council-controlled space. Apparently, fluctuations in the Force have reached several of our scouts. There is a good chance that some sort of experimentation has been taking place.” He paused, moving his hands before him in an expression of barely controlled hunger. Pal enjoyed, genuinely enjoyed, physical challenges, pitting himself against an opponent or even a friend – just to see his strength on display. It took all his effort to maintain his humility, to downplay that desire, at times. He’d long since trained his mind to obey and simple physical motion: his hands in this position helped attain instant calm.<br><br>“It is well known that some of the Sith are considered extremists, even among their black brethren. The borders make an excellent choice for those attempting things even other Sith would disdain. We should go prepared for trouble. Do you feel that you are ready?” Pal’s voice was soft, velvet smooth, yet husky with a hint of a rasp. The language of the Jedi Order had not been his native one and it still showed, despite spending years mastering it. <br>
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