*Jinjor bows to his Master and looks over to the computer screen Rivan had pulled up. He scanned it carefully, making sure that he will remember everything.*

Jinjor-As I have proven to you many times, Master, your wish is my command. You shall get your laboratory and the revival of your mother.

*Jinjor bows once more and then leaves the room. He immediately gathers his belongings and also grabs some much needed items from the training room. He straps them to his belt and pats them.

With everything seemingly ready, he leaves the ship. Then Jinjor exits the docking bay. He walks briskly to the laboratory that is desired.*
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
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*Jinjor must go beyond the Industrial District to the cloning facility. From there, he must pave a path through their defensive forces and into the control room. Once that's complete, Rivan can do his work.

Jinjor sticks his furry arm out as a skycab approaches. It slowed down and let Jinjor in.*

Pilot: Where to, Bothan?
Jinjor: Take me past the Industrial District. Let me out around the science facilities.
Pilot: Yessiree, Bo. So, if you don't mind me asking...
Jinjor: Oh, but I do mind you asking. My business is my own.
Pilot: Well geez, it's only a formality. I try to put my passengers in a state of comfort.
Jinjor: The only thing you're doing is wasting the oxygen in here, or whatever the hell your species breathes.
Pilot: Now that was uncalled for. I'm merely trying to be nice.
Jinjor: If you were trying to be nice, you wouldn't call me by my species. Or give me a stupid ass nickname. Your logic is flawed.
Pilot: Well, geez, what, now come on, why, you little....grah!

*The pilot finished his sputtering gibberish when they approached the science facilities. Jinjor recognized the cloning facility from the computer screen. In the distance, you can see guards patrolling and some scientists leaving and entering.

Jinjor made up his mind. He's an unusual form of his species. He liked confrontations and would rather face off than slink around. Brawn with brains is the most powerful enemy one could have. *

Jinjor: Here's far enough.

*The skycab slowed down and the hovered upon the ground just 50 yards from the cloning facility. Guards were approaching, conversing about unknown or uncared for things.*

Jinjor: Stay here.
Pilot: You gots the credits?
Jinjor: Let me inform you about something. I can smell your stink from clicks away. You wreak of some absurd hummus that cannot be found locally. Finding you, or your family and friends, would not prove a difficult task. Stay here, or suffer the consequences.
Pilot: Alright, alright. I'll stay here.
Jinjor: Lying to me won't prove anything. However, I'm sure this would.

*The guards were close enough now. They were standing at the front bumper of the skycab and were still talking about their personal topics. All Jinjor had to do was handle his lightsaber and twist around. In a split second, both guards were beheaded. Nobody but the Pilot and Jinjor knew of their deaths for some time.*

Jinjor: Now do you understand?
Pilot: N..No...Jedi are supposed to...N...No, HELP PEOPLE!
Jinjor: Sure, they help the ignorant and idiots. But be aware that I'm not of their filth. I'm a Sith. And if I'm forced to abandon this mission to hunt your ass down, your death will not be easy. Do you understand?
Pilot: {continues mumbling about Jedi and help. Finally, his wits return} Yes, I understand. I'll stay here. Just don't kill me or hurt my family...
Jinjor: That's up to you, not me.

*Jinjor returns his lightsaber to his belt and taps the hood of the skycab. Then very calmly, he moves the bodies into the backseat of the cab. Once that's done, he shoots a warning glance at the pilot. He backs away and then turns towards the gates. He scans the horizon and finds only 8 guards outside the facility.*

Jinjor: This should be fun...
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
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*Jinjor approaches the two guards in charge of the gate keeping. They both look at him with a weird and suspicious eye.*

Guard1- May we help you?
Jinjor- Yes, I'm here to visit my pappy.
Guard2- Your pappy?
Jinjor- Yes, my pappy. He's about my height with nice black hair.
Guard1- We only have records of humans working here, no Bothans.
Jinjor- WHAT?! What do you mean by that? My pappy is always going on and on about working here. It's his favorite job. He's always ranting and raving about this. Did he lie to me? I'll kick his butt when I see him.

*This continues on for a few minutes. Jinjor slowly raises his voice until he's screaming Bothan gibberish. A few guards are attracted to this and surround him as they watch the spectacle. Finally, all the perimeter guards are watching him. Now it was time to put his plan into effect.

As Jinjor was twirling and acting crude, he noticed a few secruity cameras. With each wave of his arm, he sent out a tiny force push that disabled them. This led to Jinjor's easy dismissal of the guards.

With the security cameras in-operational, Jinjor had to move fast. He couldn't let the guards send for help. Jinjor let his arm fall to his waist and then back up again. The only difference is that his hand was equipped with a lightsaber. A quick flick of the switch sent out the brilliant forest green energy blade. Jinjor slashed diagonally from the upper left to the lower right. Two guards dropped dead, while Jinjor turned with the flow of the movement and slashed mid left to mid right. Three guards fell, and finally some resistance came. Rather than call for help, the guards decided to fight back.

They pulled out their blasters and aimed to kill Jinjor. It was all futile as Jinjor cut down their blaster bolts and then the weapon. Jinjor stopped. The guards stopped. Jinjor smiled, revealing horribly yellow teeth. The guards turned and ran for the nearest door. Jinjor threw his lightsaber as if it were a boomerang. It came back safely in his left hand, as the three remaining guards fell lifeless and beheaded.*

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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

*Jinjor moves each body carefully so as to not make too much of a ruckus. He also knows that if anyone from the outside finds the place in this state all "hope" for his Master will be lost.

So each guard was placed carefully in a secluded region of the facility. To add to its disguise, Jinjor moved many boxes around the area.

He grabs a cardkey from what looked like he was the highest ranking guard of the bunch. For one last peek, he went back to the guardbooth and watched the remaining functional security cameras. Each floor seemed to have 10 guards wandering around. However, the norm dramatically increases on the 5th floor. At least 20 guards roam that floor. Something powerful and secret must be there, thought Jinjor.

Jinjor looked back through the window to check the skycab. It still remains there. Without much more work on the outside left, he enters the lone door of the facility. Inside, he finds scientists everywhere. Each of them busy with their own experiments. For the good or harm of the universe, Jinjor didn't know nor he cared.

One scientist approached Jinjor.*

Scientist: Hello, how may I help you? I didn't know we were having visitors. HAhahahaha!
Jinjor: Oh, I'm not a visitor...
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

*While Jinjor was talking with the scientist, he once again looked for security cameras. Once he found them all, he sent out tiny ripples of the Force to disrupt its circuitry. Once that was done, he abrupty left the scientist. The man looked flustered, but moved on. That was a good decision of his.

As Jinjor peaked into various rooms, he located each and every guard. Sure he could send out the Force to reveal the building's inhabitants, but he wanted that energy for a more difficult situation. So far, it was going to be a cakewalk.

As he rounded the floor once again, he picked off each guard quickly and without consequences. Once all the corpses were dealt with, he'd continue on to the next floor.

With each floor completed, Jinjor could feel the power growing within him. The thrill of the hunt, the power stealth wields, the last expression on the guard's face. Each of these gave Jinjor mixed feelings. On one hand, he loved it, and on the other hand he couldn't bear to think of the ripples it extended to the people who knew the man. In time, Jinjor would grow to use this sorrow to his advantage. For now, his mission must be completed.

When the final guard was layed upon the floor, Jinjor sniffed the air. Faint traces of blood and the beginning of decomposition was in the air. Soon the pitiful senses of the scientists' would be able to pick it up. He had to shut down any possiblities of escape. That apprentice Sith could use their assistance.

With that in mind, Jinjor went on to the control room Rivan had pointed out. A temporary blockade of some sorts should do the trick.

As Jinjor approached the door to the room, it opened. A dark figure stood there with his lightsaber ready.

Raynor: Hello Jinjor, I see you have grown much in power.
Jinjor: I have, and I have no time for you. Move to the side please.
Raynor: I can't let you do that Jinjor.
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"Video games don't make people more violent, and I'll kill anyone who disagrees."~~Gord from www.actsofgord.com

OOC: I'm a friend of Wacky's, and I'll be playing the part of Raynor to help him out a bit.

IC:

Raynor moved his hand slightly, readjusting his grip on the lightsaber. He stared with intent at his former pupil, scanning as if trying to predict how strong Jinjor had become.

He brought the lightsaber in front of his face and then down to his side, taking a fighting stance. He sent out small ripples of Force energy, fluttering his robe slightly.

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SSharpe184: Anotherwards you can;'t be me at StarCraft?
MagusX1125: no speakie the Duelish?

Jinjor: You've always been one to underestimate someone. I don't think you know how much I've grown exactly. Now move aside before I must kill you.

*Jinjor brought his lightsaber to his left hand and ignited it. Once again, it's fierce forest green color illuminates the darkened door. Jinjor can see Raynor's determination for the first time. He knows Raynor won't let him through without a fight, and he knows that Raynor wants the fight.

Jinjor slowly closed the gap between the two bodies. As he neared, Jinjor raised his weapon over his head and swiped it down as fast and as hard as he could.*

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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

Raynor brought his lightsaber up, horizontally above his head, blocking Jinjor's lightsaber.

"To overestimate one's skill is just as bad as underestimating another's. Step back, Jinjor, or I will be forced to end your life."

Raynor pushed his lightsaber up and swung it around, throwing Jinjor's lightsaber off of his own. Raynor quickly swung horizontally at Jinjor's stomach.

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SSharpe184: Anotherwards you can;'t be me at StarCraft?
MagusX1125: no speakie the Duelish?

OOC: I have three consecutive days off next week so I'll focus on this then.
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"Video games don't make people more violent, and I'll kill anyone who disagrees."~~Gord from www.actsofgord.com

*Jinjor stepped back and lowered his lightsaber from the shove off. The lightsabers whine as they are pushed against each other. Jinjor put his free arm on the end of the lightsaber and pivoted the two blades up to the faces and pushed off.

Once again, Jinjor and Raynor are standing face to face. Neither of them have broken a sweat. Jinjor breaks the face-off by walking to the wall to the Control Room and stabbing it.*
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
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"What do you think you're doing? I told you, you're not getting in!"

Raynor swings his lightsaber diagonally upwards, knocking Jinjor's off course. He uses the momentum to follow through with a quick sidekick to Jinjor's side, then leaps for an overhead jumpslash at him.

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SSharpe184: Anotherwards you can;'t be me at StarCraft?
MagusX1125: no speakie the Duelish?

*Jinjor tries to pull the lightsaber out of the wall in time, but Raynor was much too fast for him. The upward slash pulls the lightsaber out of Jinjor's hand. The blade is designed to shut off unless controlled, so the handle twirls and lands behind Raynor.

The kick slams into Jinjor's ribs and he falls to the ground. While Jinjor is panting and gasping for breath, Raynor readies his deathblow.

Jinjor quickly pulls out his blaster and aims at Raynor's wrist. He fires blindly as he rolls over clutching himself.*
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

Raynor can't react quickly enough to dodge the shots. A few stray shots whiz by his head and body, but one hits him square in the right shoulder. He spins on his heel and yells in pain as his right side is slammed by the force of the shot and his lightsaber is flung from his grasp.

Raynor takes a moment to reorient himself and clutches the wound with his left arm. As soon as he looks up, however, he sees Jinjor enter fighting stance and launch a punch at his face.

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SSharpe184: Anotherwards you can;'t be me at StarCraft?
MagusX1125: no speakie the Duelish?

*The pain inside Jinjor melded with the pain from Raynor. This gave Jinjor the chance to shun his broken ribs and get up. While Raynor was turning back towards him, Jinjor let loose a left hook to Raynor's jaw.

Jinjor felt the jaw rattle, giving Jinjor even more strength to fight his old friend. He changes tactics and punches at Raynor's shoulder with his right arm.*

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"Video games don't make people more violent, and I'll kill anyone who disagrees."~~Gord from www.actsofgord.com

Jinjor's fist slams into Raynor's wound, sending a seering pain throughout the length of his arm. Refusing to lose, however, Raynor finds the strength to retaliate. He grabs Jinjor's next incoming punch with his left hand and whirls his right foot around to hit Jinjor solidly in the ribs. He then kicks Jinjor's stomach, who stumbles backward from the impact. Raynor lunges forward with another kick, this time to Jinjor's face, knocking Jinjor to the ground.

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SSharpe184: Anotherwards you can;'t be me at StarCraft?
MagusX1125: no speakie the Duelish?

*The kick to the face sends Jinjor tumbling along the floor. He lifts himself slowly, knowing Raynor is an honorable man and won't attack someone on the ground. Jinjor bleeds from his mouth, and the drops form a tiny pool of blood on the cold metal floor.

As the milliseconds pass, Jinjor thinks on how to get the upperhand. The lightsaber! It laid there not even more than an armreach away. Jinjor gathered up all of his remaining energy and grabbed it. He got up from the floor and ignited the blade. He swung around him, hoping to scare away his foe.

But there was nobody there. Raynor was gone. Jinjor was alone on the floor and the only feelings he could perceive was that of the scientists in confusion down below.*
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"Video games don't make people more violent, and I'll kill anyone who disagrees."~~Gord from www.actsofgord.com

*Jinjor picked himself up off the floor and placed his lightsaber back on the belt. He also holsters his blaster and walks into the Command Room.

Cowering in one corner is a lone scientist gripping his shoe tightly. When he sees Jinjor he screams out in frightened fury.*

Scientist: Begone! Let me be! I give you no harm.
Jinjor: Oh geez, you pathetic spawn of the human race. Get out before I kill you.
Scientist: NEVER! I SHALL HARM THEE!

*Jinjor sighs and pulls out the blaster he just holstered. He shoots the shoe out of the hand and gives one last warning.*

Jinjor: My friend let me live. So unless you want death either way, get the hell out now!
Scientist: *crying* Let me get up, please, the fear is overwhelming.

*So the Scientist struggled getting up, and in a crouched over position made his way out of the room along the side of the wall. The Scientist then made his way to the Elevator and entered it. While the doors were closing, the Scientist yelled some really disgusting stuff that shall not be mentioned here.

With eyes twitching, Jinjor spins around in a blink of an eye and blasts one at the Scientist. The doors closed and you could hear a thud.*

Jinjor: Time to finish this.
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

*Jinjor stepped up to the control panel and scanned the layout. He recognized the language and proceeded to use it. He first brought up the security cameras, seeing nothing but the static. He was pleased, and began fiddling with other controls. When he finished, he locked all the exits but one. With the laboratory fully locked down, he made for that single exit.

Upon leaving the exit, he looked around him for something to block it. He found a large dumpster and with the Force moved it into place. No signs of the door was visible except through the Force.

Jinjor was on the side of the building from where he first entered it. Breaking into a trot, Jinjor came round the side to the front, seeing the law enforcement officials hounding the place. Not wanting to further encourage retaliation, he masked himself with the Force and made his way to the Taxi-cab. He silently entered the cab and put his furry hand over the pilot's mouth.*

Jinjor: Remember me? Good, now go back to where you first picked me up and then I'll give you even further directions. Don't worry about the cops, I'll keep them off our tail.

*The pilot did as he was told and left the facilities' region. Jinjor took his hand off the alien's mouth and wiped it off on his pants. He sat back, proud yet furious with himself. Raynor will have a lot to explain the next time they meet.*
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

*The cab pulled up to the Docking Bay and Jinjor stepped out. He made the pilot wait again as Jinjor made his way through the bay to the ship he arrived on.*
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

*Jinjor finds the ship and the ramp slides down. He ascends up the ramp as it closes slowly behind him. He walks into the supply room and finds some food. He slowly eats it, regaining his strength as he does so. Jinjor knows this will probably be the last time he'll get some nourishment before his Master's mission is over with.*
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!
Tåß

OOC: I'm going to archive this topic and then close it.
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Fear leads to Anger...Anger leads to Stress...Stress leads to Doobies...and Doobies lead to Twinkies!