<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:15:31.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers in The Wind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-1514166093226157300</id><published>2007-12-28T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:53:11.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from the author</title><content type='html'>Hey, the author here.. Listen I am not abandoning this blog, schol has been hetic for me as wel as classes.. I will try to get a post out before  winter break ends on the 4th but after that I do not know when I will be able to post til after school is done for me in june. Those of you who read love you to bits and those who don't.. go back to feburary and start reading... you'll be glad you did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey's author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Keep an eye on Spider Man and Catia.. I think there's something brewing there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-1514166093226157300?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/1514166093226157300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=1514166093226157300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1514166093226157300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1514166093226157300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/12/note-from-author.html' title='Note from the author'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2838621483765419177</id><published>2007-10-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:14:54.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return and peace?</title><content type='html'>Space travel ages you I swear. By the time we got back to the temple I felt like I had aged another 20 years or so. I was carrying Pho's bag so she didn't have to deal with so much.I smiled watching the reunion between Belda and Pho. Those two were made for each other. I had too much on my plate at the right moment to even think of taking on a padawan of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ben called to an urgent meeting by the council. apparently we were getting some extra help to capture Catia at last. Well it's about damn time.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't think I see how her spirit erodes , how she falls a little more each day, she is trying so hard to hang on. But there isn't enough strength in he, but she tries so hard to hang on, it breaks my heart seeing her like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were inducted to the council room and Phobia made the introductions to everyone. My gaze fell on IronFist. Our gazes locked, we understood each other well. I barely heard the others. when we were excused by the council I wrapped an arm around Phobia, guiding her down the hall. She was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stopped by Dr Strange for a final word. He knew as well, he could sense their life energies. If he knew then how many others knew? He swore he would not tell our secret, in fact he seemed happy. He suggested if we could take some time, to visit earth, we culd be of some use there and we would be welcome with the Avengers any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded perhaps it would help her recover. She was being stifled here, even as I gazed at her she seemed like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Of course, I need to take her to bed, please tell the others I will be avalibe later this afternon. Anytime today if it is an emergency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and we started down the hall. Phobia fell asleep right where she stood. I lifted her off the floor and carried her back to our roo, dressing her for bed in her favroite pair of flannel pj's I was working on another Senate report for Corellia when my com rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Yoda, we were needed in the Council room now. Somehow, Catia had infiltrated the temple. I ran to wake Phobia . This was going to get ugly and fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2838621483765419177?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2838621483765419177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2838621483765419177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2838621483765419177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2838621483765419177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/10/return-and-peace.html' title='Return and peace?'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-6026849585859198142</id><published>2007-09-18T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:19:40.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living History Part 2</title><content type='html'>( sorry for the lack of updates, school is hectic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to answer her. " I don't know but the only way to ask would be to find Lady Death and ask her. But I would prefer that you not get that close . Once one passes through the gate it is said they will never return.. I couldn't bear to loose you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded in response. What she said next. Someone tell me has she lost her mind entirely?" but still, even though I might hate her and wish her dead. I have to try and save her. It is my duty as a Jedi. We forgive. Even if the person or thing has caused us multitiudes of pain and suffering, somehow I must find it in my heart to forgive her.She was only using what she knows to survive. She has only been taught hate and loathing. She was jealous of the good fortune the force gifted me with.She sought to take it for her own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only sit there and gape at her for about five minutes.. She had lost it.. " Pho have you lost it? Look at what she's put you through! Years of agony! She almost pushed you to the brink of insanity! She would've wrecked your reputation in the order not to mention possibly Obi Wan and several others!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was either a true angel or an insane lunatic..." It was because of my resistance to her attempts I found you"&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and stared at her " It was because of my resistance to her attempts I found you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She made our trust stronger than ever. I know that if anything happens to me you would move heaven and hell to save me and I would do the same, pregnant, sick or not"&lt;br /&gt;She had me there.. but there was one other thing I had to make her see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What about her causing you to withdraw into yourself? So that you pratically speak to no one? And this running around after her and Marasha? Don't tell me you have a reason for that too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I do . Withdrawing into myself gives me time to watch and observe without effecting the ripple. I interact when I must. I do not disturb the ripple with inaction nor action. Marasha was a lost soul who called for my aid. When someone asks for me I cannot deny them help.Even if they do not vocalize it. Take Vader for example.by simply being in that suit of his he hides from the world. He hides from the many many mistakes he made and feels he cannot attone for. One day he will realize this and ask for help. I can only hope DJK can find it in her heart to help him banadge his spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved a strand of hair out of her eyes. An angel surely. If only everyone else could learn from her.." Phobia.. darling.. If more people in the galaxy were like you the world would be a much better place and there would be no war. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her com rang suddenly. One of these days I am going to smash that thing..Mine too..&lt;br /&gt;Once she hung up she explained we needed to be back at the temple by tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone had let it slip she was looking ill and neded to rest from her work. Well at least Mace hadn't let it slip it was me... She would try but without a direct order from the council I knew she wouldn't rest until she was ready to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes watched the planets in the distance as she fell into sleep that night. I watched her breath slow down and a smile forming on her face. Yoda and Mace had called in help to hunt down Catia. The more help we had the better. Catia had allready beaten down most of the bounty hunters that had been sent after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than going after her myself , which I didn't want to do because I would be leaving Phobia alone; this was our only recourse. I finally managed to sleep that night knowing that tomorrow, things were going to be turning around.&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-6026849585859198142?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/6026849585859198142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=6026849585859198142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/6026849585859198142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/6026849585859198142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/09/living-history-part-2.html' title='Living History Part 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-230015924777016335</id><published>2007-08-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:42:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living History part 1</title><content type='html'>The heat was slowly stifling me. I laid in bed that night tossing and turning thanks to the stupid weather. Finally I gave up on trying to sleep and went to get a glass of ice water and watch the transports on the balcony for a few minutes. Finally when I was relaxed enough to go back to bed I saw Phobia was gone, the covers thrown back. She wasn't in the fresher.. I found out where she was.. down in the library. I didn't bother with any shoes but I did put on a shirt. Once again too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was seated on the couch, book balanced on her knees. She motioned for me to come over and I don't know what got into me but I pulled her to me and kissed her, almost pulling her all the way over the couch.I really don't know what got into me in those few moments.. Unless you've been there I eally don't think it's possible to describe. She was the one with enough sense to pull away bfore things got too far out of hand and we caused a" incident" but I'm not gong there..." Godfrey listen to this. I might have something here. ;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat dow next to her on the couch ,wrapping an arm around her. The library was the most bearable place in the entire palace. She began to read the story of the Universal keystones aloud , her voice echoing off the walls at the late hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were three sisters. One with hair of spun gold, one with hair of onyx and one with hair of fire. They were close, but they were also ambitious. One day while walking on a bridge they met Lady Death. Death said to them " I have come for you three. It is time to cross the gate" The flaxen haired one broke down weeping begging to be allowed to stay. the flame haired one stomped her foot in anger demanding" What right do you have to say when we must die?" But the onyx haired one said nothing but regarded death with a kind stare before she stepped past her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I will make you a deal lady death. if I can answer three riddles you let us go free. " Death agreed then her first riddle was spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time stands still but yet it runs on.Keepers of time reaching from dusk to dawn. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled" Simple. It is an hourglass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death looked a little suprised but then smiled" One riddle you have won but 2 more to come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hidden both beauty and horror, a mask of many colors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She titled her head and looked at death puzzledly then she grinned" Makeup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death was flabbergasted! No one had ever answered those riddles before ever! But her smile grew wicked. This one would not answer her last riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wise beyond their years,these guardians possess no fears"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ebony haired one stared at her"Jedi Knights"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death let out a terrible shirek. Bested at her own game! But she sighed. " A deal is a deal" As the sisters made to cross the bridge she stopped them again" but I have a gift for the each of you, though your sister is the only one who deserves it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised two glass balls from her hand" For you two. Theese are the power orbs of creation .Born from the stars at the creation of the galaxy.These orbs can strip powers from anyone, cause great pain. But they will only respond in need of justice and mercy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisters took them, greedy looks in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ebony haired one turned to death." I need no gift, the lives of my sisters are gift enough "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death shook her head " You alone deserve a gift and a powerful one I bestow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her aside " This key is the key to the library of knoweledge. Here you can find many many things. You are wise enough to use them when need arises. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waved to the three women" Farewell I take my leave of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisters took their leave of the bridge and went their seprate ways. The fire haired one went to a tavern . She got into a bar brawl and was killed for her orb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flaxen haired one went into town and met up with her lover. During the night he killed her as well and took her orb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ebony haired one upon hearing of the deaths of her sisters was sad but tracked down the orbs and locked them away in the library. Years passed and when lady death came for her again she was surrounded by her children, husband and her grandchildren. She embraced Lady Death as an equal and went unto her embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were reincarnated years later, their roles reversed. The flaxen haired and flame haired ones led good lives but the ebony haired one led a life of woe and misery. But when she died once before Death sent her back . This time with a promise of a good life but she must be patient and wait. She heard none and to this day death watches and waits to give the wise one what she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She turned to me, a questioning look in her eyes. "You don't think? the ebony haired woman..?" she glaced at the book and nearly drooped it in shock.Either someone had a cruel sense of irony or that was Catia staring out at us from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see she was thinking about something.. I didn't like the look on her face.. It usually preceeded some crazy or half baed idea which usually get us into trouble or left her a death's gate more times than I'd care to really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-230015924777016335?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/230015924777016335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=230015924777016335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/230015924777016335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/230015924777016335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/08/living-history-part-1.html' title='Living History part 1'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2267604613866755240</id><published>2007-08-27T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:44:20.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night out on the town  and a preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3wEE3DXpsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3wEE3DXpsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from a mission Pho and I went on where she had to dye her hair blonde and me brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now a preview of my next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day while walking on a bridge they met Lady Death. Death said to them " I have come for you three. It is time to cross the gate" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later. chew on that for now if you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2267604613866755240?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2267604613866755240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2267604613866755240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2267604613866755240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2267604613866755240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/08/night-out-on-town-and-preview.html' title='A night out on the town  and a preview'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-5898211750144151559</id><published>2007-08-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:50:50.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble with clones</title><content type='html'>The hours seemed to pass slower than ever that day.I led Phobia down the gangplank of the ship, nodding to Bail as he and Breha welcoemd us to Alderann. Phobia was speaking with Breha when she suddenly crumbled to her knees. I caught her on one side as Bail caught her on the other." Catia's here , she's close" she muttered, biting her lips. I could see she wanted to scream in pain from the wound she carried in her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried Bail and Breha inside. Sabers were clashing in the courtyard while I made sure they were safe inside before I rejoined Pho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Marasha were locked in a ferocious duel, then it was all over in a hot blast of fire. Marasha was gone.. or so I thought. I ran towards Phobia and pratically yanked her onto the bench" Are you okay? What happened? Where's Marasha?" I searched her for any injuries. If she were hurt I'd never forgive myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marasha.. gone.. saved.. soul.. Catia.. still.. near.. " she panted. that was all I needed to hear. I lifted her off her feet despite being 5 months pregnant and carried her into the palace. I still can't understand why she hated herself as much as she did in her younger years. It took doing but I was able to make her like herself for her. It killed me sitting on the sidelines all the time. I had enough of this. It was high time I do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to rest. I will deal with Catia. No arguments you hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was about to protest until I waved a sleep suggestion on her and she was out cold. I told Bail to make sure Pho and Breha stayed inside the palace.I met up with Catia in the front lawn. " You know I can't let you walk away from here!" I called flipping on my double bladed saber and dropping back waiting for her to make her first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her red blade hit the air and she motioned with her hand" Well the same goes for me. You aren't going back to that whelp alive!"&lt;br /&gt;Blades locked and I could feel the power pricking up my spine. If Fafnir wanted out I would let him out. Catia would have no mercy in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;******************** give or take 3 hours later lost count***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled back into the palace, shirt ripped to sith and back. I was bleeding but I could barely tell my body hurt so much. I saw her run towards me in the entrance hall . I winced anticipating a very bad lecture. I probably looked worse than I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't you EVER EVER EVER do that to me again!"She threw her arms around me carefully, trying to avoid my scrapes. This was minor but the tears streaming down her face made me want to kick myself. I shouldn't have let Fafnir play with the clone so much. It wasn't really Catia.. where she really was, I don't know. but the clone had fled. I stroked her back as I led her inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat was doing her no favors and a cold bath would be in order for her.. Maybe for both of us. It'd help clean up the blood so I wouldn't be scaring her as much. The wounds wern't deep but they were in vital points which made for a messy scene.I looked down at her, one arm pulling her close as we walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" she's gone.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I chased her off planet.I think we're taking a small vacation Pho..I'm tired and I know so are you. Just a day or two.. Like it was before.. "I leaned very close" Just us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at my statement. We had been so busy for the council we had no time to ourselves. The happiest she had been as of late was our weeklong honeymoon. And I had to admit. I missed her too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned against my shoulder smiling " Yeah.. just us.. no council, no Belda.. just you.. and me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned and was about to pull her into the other room before I heard Bail's statement " I'll see to it you're not disturbed . Dinner is at 7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could today possibly go any more perfect? Judging by the ear splitting grin on Phobia's face.. probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the youngest of Jedi learns one very particular phrase. Feel , don't think. Live in the moment. The actual meaning of that doesn't sink in until your older. Wisdom comes with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That.. Well that was about the wisest piece of advice since the Dai Kekimoura wirrten some 3,000 years ago. And that says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit questioning a long time ago. So long as the force is willing, I will gladly do whatever I can to keep her safe and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-5898211750144151559?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/5898211750144151559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=5898211750144151559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5898211750144151559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5898211750144151559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/08/trouble-with-clones.html' title='The trouble with clones'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2554780795592274483</id><published>2007-08-10T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:07:15.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In between dark and light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke in a cold sweat that morning. I normally don't have nightmares but this had shaken me so badly I could barely breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was in the council room, three coffins were laid out. One normal sized one and two smaller ones, child like. I remember walking towards them. They were closed. I lifted the two smaller lids first. Inside there were two children. Sweet little angels, lips tinged blue in death. I felt sick as I lowered the lids closed again. My heart twisted as I approached the third. I had my thoughts who was here and I prayed feverently that I was wrong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't know how I knew I just did. When I lifted the third lid, I dropped to my knees. Phobia was lying there, dressed in her favroite set of robes. She looked so peaceful that I thought for a moment that maybe I had done something wrong and she was playing a pratical joke on me as payback. Then I turned around to look. There was the entire council, Anakin, DJK, Adana.. My head felt like it was going to split. And there just beyond the coffins stood Arialia. " Do you want to know why your wife and children lay dead ?" she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't speak I just nodded. I didn't want to loose it here in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;" Because you stood back and let her do too much. She worked herself to death. Chasing down that demon and her apprentice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have the power to stop Catia once and for all. You can prevent this from happening"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then everything dissapeared in a snap and that's when I woke. As I reached for my glasses I noticed one thing. I'd been crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked over where Phobia usually was and for a moment panic flooded me. She was gone and the other side of the bed was cold.She'd been gone for a while. just as I was about to call her I saw her note and breathed a sigh of relief. She was in the archives. She'd be there all day if I didn't go get her. After a quick shower and a drink I headed out the door and met Madam Nu at the archivist's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" She's been there since 3 am .. I tried to make her go get some sleep but she was so insistant on tracking that demon.." she shook her head and moved away Her favroite place, a small couch in the back of the archives where she would work in semi comfort. As I started towards her I could ee the paleness in her skin, the haunted look in her eyes. She didn't even lift her head " I can't rest, not now.. She's shown me the path.. I can save Marasha. You know I would show the same devotion if it were Belda or one of my own children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I grabbed her by her wirst. I might have hurt her if I hadn't have relaxed my grip. " You won't HAVE any children if you keep this pace up! Phobia you're wearing yourself thin! You've got to slow down, you're scaring me.. " I didn't mention the dream I had. She didn't need more worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She didn't want to look at me. I could feel her self hatred of her caring eating her alive.. Christ I need to watch my temper espically when it comes ot her.. I didn't want to scare her but.. I honestly doubted she'd listen otherwise. I forced her to look at me. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears. She said before caring sometimes is a curse. I can see how." I will help you Phobia, just ask me, you know I 'd do anything for you. But I'm begging you, slow down before you kill yourself, before you kill our children"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something in her eyes snapped.. I could see it. She broke down crying in my arms. I let her rest against me as I steered her over back to the couch." I don't hate you for wanting to help. I couldn't. That's one of the many things that made me fall in love with you in th e first place. But listen, I can take your burden as well if I need to. I'll just find someone to teach my classes for a few days. We can do this, together. Don't shut me out Pho.. please.. Force I want to be here for you.. for them" I let one hand rest on her stomach while staring up at the map she had constructed with the other. Another five months and it would all be over. I hated myself for making her cry, it breaks my heart everytime she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I know this symbol, its of the Royal House of Corellia.. The old Sith Repbulic, you know what it looks like today.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was studying the map with a critical eye.. It was a good thing I forced myself to pay attention in history class .Her emotions surged and the next thing I knew she had almost tackled me to the couch in a fierce hug. " Now this means if there's three points left in the symbol, then.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She traced the route in midair with a finger " There's three places they haven't hit. Alderann and Naboo are in the path of the lineup. As is Geonosis.. " A lump in my throat as memories of that terrible day came flooding back to me.&lt;br /&gt;It had been just after Ariala had died. Fafnir delighted in the slaughter.I had become a harbringer of destruction on the sepratists. In short I had pretty much become the Jedi's secret weapon. I had been warned not to transform unless I was in life threatening danger. I hadn't gotten a handle of the switch like I should have. I look back wondering if I had, how many could I have saved? Espically when the battle droids closed in on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shook myself and guided her out of the archives. " Go back to the apartment and for force's sake get . some. sleep. I have to talk to Mace and Yoda. I will be back soon. And don't try fibbing on me. I'll know" She smiled and headed the oppisite way I did. I braced myself.. I only hoped this meeting would go well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;An hour later I was shaking her awake with the news. " I got clearence from Mace and Yoda. We're to check every planet in the sector that falls under the pinpoint line.. But we're posing as civillans.. or in our case.. Time to step back into the political ring.." Geez she's adorable with sleep hair.. " We just have to be careful.. and we 'll report to the council bi weekly. Hurry and get packed. Our transport leaves in a half hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I left her to pack while I made the arangements for Belda. Hopefully when we returned this time She wouldn't have to live in fear of Marasha attacking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We met up again down in the entrance hall and hurried ot the landing pad. Mace was there waiting for us "Go and find her quickly. We all know how dangerous Marasha is alone, coupled with her sith master .. I don't want to think on it.. May the force be with you both"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We boarded the ship and I comed Bail to let him know what was going on and Phobia set the coordinates for Alderann. Phobia was fast asleep the moment she hit the couch.I sat staring out the window as the space rushed by us. Three things were certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two would become one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fafnir carried the power to defeat Catia and send her to her sith master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And as soon as Obi Wan returned from his current mission and things settled down.,relitively speaking. I needed to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2554780795592274483?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2554780795592274483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2554780795592274483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2554780795592274483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2554780795592274483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-between-dark-and-light.html' title='In between dark and light'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-5470958613558707137</id><published>2007-08-05T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:11:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was shivering badly as I helped her from the ship. She was pale and frigidly cold. The power was settling but it would take hours yet before it settled and cemented. Sort of like sculpting really. Her lips were almost tinged blue with cold. We finally got to the main hall whenever we had been cornered by an unwelcome source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A consistant bane to those who were diffrent than the normal, Samantha Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I supported Phobia as the two exchanged rather petty insults. Without actually realizing it, Fafnir and I melded minds. I removed a block in the force for Phobia. A simple thought sent Samantha crashing into the wall. A crater sized dent where her head and hit the solid stone. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I raced over to check her pulse. But there was no point. she had been killed with a single blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The power was too much. I ran to catch Phobia as she fell, almost in slow motion towards the floor. My mind raced. I had NEVER lost control of Fafnir like that before. I hurried to our apartment on the upper floors, carrying her like a limp marionette doll. The color was begining to return to her face a little but her lips were still startlingly blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once we were inside I got her to bed and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for her whenever the doorbell rang. I hurried to answer it.Outside were Master Windu and Master Yoda.." Come in" I said stepping aisde and going back to the tea kettle . I poured out some orange black tea into one of her favroite cups. " Would either of you like tea? She's got a wide variety as I had found out before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They shook their heads" where is she?" Master Windu asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" In bed. She is rather ill at the moment, hence the tea. Back here" I carried the tea back to her room and opened the door carefully. As soon as Mace, Yoda and I had settled around her bed she began to wake" here" I said pressing the cup into her hands" careful it's hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Tell what happened you will" Yoda said looking from one of us to the other.&lt;br /&gt;She took a long sip of her tea before recounting what happened on the Black Widow, how she came to have Catia trapped within her and the eventual release and return of a good deal of her power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Why did you not tell the council of what you had done?" he asked her, but my mind was elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mace pulled me aside" You care for her , greatly don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There wasn't a use lying to him. I'm a terrible liar . I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He looked from Phobia back to me. " I know of the provision your father instituted before you came to be a Jedi.. Should you use it.. Treat her right or you'll find yourself on the wrong end of a blade" he said half joking half deadly serious. " I might not agree with some of the things she does, or the company she keeps but she and Belda are the angels of this temple in my eyes. the only reason why this war is bearable is because they are here" he said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I nodded" I know, more than you realize"&lt;br /&gt;We turned back to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then it was Yoda who cornered me. What was this the Inquisition?&lt;br /&gt;" Just a freind she is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I debated on telling them everything then and there. I didn't think they would mind as much as we had feared, but I couldn't. Not with Pho in this condition.It would upset her too badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Yes, just a freind. for now" I responded with a calm voice, but I think the blush around my ears betrayed me. Damn I have to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;"Speak to Master Windu I will about this. Rest you both should now" He turned and let himself out of the apartment with a small sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once both the masters were gone I was going to strip out of my shirt and see if holding onto Pho for a while would help warm her up any.but naturally the com goes off again.&lt;br /&gt;It was Bail, there was a meeting down in the gardens which I had to attend.. Typical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I'm so sorry hon but I have to meet Bail downstairsfor a meeting. I will be back as fast as I can okay?"&lt;br /&gt;She nodded " Just make it quick.. maybe once you get back we can find out the good uses for these new powers.." she fixed me with the look that never fails to make my knees turn to jello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I'll be back before you can even say quicksilver" Okay I need to stop reading those comics from Earth.. I gave her a quick kiss and hurried off to my meeting, hoping she could be okay for about a half hour on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;About a half hour into the meeting I was listing to Mon Mothma with feigned intrest. All I wanted to do was hurry back to Pho's side. All of a sudden a splitting pain in my skull made me collapse off the bench clawing the ground. It wasn't my fingers, it was Fafnir's talons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Godfrey what's wrong? Bail asked me helping me to my feet. I was dizzy and felt slightly sick. I heard a scream from the temple and took off running. It was Pho.. something was terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran clear back up to the apartment, not pausing for a moment to even consider what I might find. Fafnir was pushing my power higher. A defense mechanisim should I need to protect her. I think he had been trying to warn me of something all morning.&lt;br /&gt;A flicker of a dark force signature &lt;em&gt;Catia.. must kill...&lt;/em&gt; Fafnir was enraged. I had to find a way to placate him but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I took the last set of steps to the upper floors my mind raced. Had Catia broken into the temple and hurt Phobia? What about the twins? was Belda okay? I reached the door of the apartment at last and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Phobia was sprawled out on the floor, unconcious. Inches from her left hand was the head of the woman whom I had just seen earlier that afternoon. I didn't bother with the head.. someone else could deal with it. I picked her up and hurried to the healers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was late that night before she finally woke. Mace, Yoda and Cin were all seated at her bedside. On the table was a small holo transmitter with the image of Anakin in his starfighter. Cin had thought it best to call him to inform him of these new devlopements" After all " he had said" He has the most experience in dealing with sith lords " Which really meant" He can handle the weird stuff. And besides Pho is his freind. He should know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Belda was seated next to me. I hadn't left Phobia's side except to get her from her classes and deal with only nesscary things.&lt;br /&gt;"Pho? Pho? you have to wake up.."I rubbed her hand in both of mine. I was the first person she saw, then belda, then Cin and MAce and yoda. She didn't even notice the hologram until he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;" Took you long enough to wake up slowpoke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That caught her attention, her head whipped around but the movement did nothing to help and she leaned back against the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;" It's good to hear your voice again Anakin. I've missed you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mace cleared his throat" um.. as much as I hate to break up a reunion here. there are more important matters at hand. "&lt;br /&gt;Anakin smiled apologetically through the holo. I saw he had his headset on for his fighter. He must've been en route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Phobia tell us what happened" Mace said quietly, eyes searching .&lt;br /&gt;She retold her story bit by bit to the miniature crowd by her bed. then Cin spoke. I debated on strangling him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"How can we be sure she didn't have something to do with this? " Cin asked suddenly, the whole room fell silent.Tenshion was thick. I could tell this had been on everyone's minds. Well most everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Search the force Cin, Phobia would not do something like this. No matter how much she and Harris might not have gotten along. " Anakin snapped , glaring up at Cin from the holo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" We need to let her rest. Godfrey will you stay with her?" I nodded. How could I not? She was my wife! But I wasn't about to tell them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anakin smiled sadly" Bunch of nutters the lot of them. But I'm glad they aren't trying to pin this on you. I'll see you as soon as I can" With that the holo clicked off.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her as she posed the question I knew she would. Too smart for her own good at times.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" You know I wouldn't do this but you know who would?"she asked me in a quiet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Catia, no question" I said staring out the window. Where was she now? What evil was she planning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was more dangerous than Sidious. I would have to speak to grandfather. If the full power of the DaiShujo was put behind bringing Catia down as well as the power of the Jedi council there wasnt much place she could have left to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe I 'm underestimating her.&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-5470958613558707137?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/5470958613558707137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=5470958613558707137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5470958613558707137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5470958613558707137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/08/catching-smoke_05.html' title='Catching Smoke'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-121141440404724989</id><published>2007-07-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:53:50.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fall and a rise</title><content type='html'>I had spoken to Cin and explained he needed to stay in bed until we reached Coruscant and got to the healers.At least that way he wouldn't be wandering around and possibly walk in on something he shouldn't have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that problem out of the way I went to check on Pho and bring her a sandwich and something to drink.When I came into the room i could hear her retching into the toilet. I set down the tray and hurried over, hoping she wasn't as sick as she sounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came stumbling out and pratically ran nose to chest with me" Morning sickness again?" I asked her leading her back to bed. She nodded" Yes..." she stumbled a bit . I caught her by the shoulders right before both of us were flung high almost to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later I was sprawled ungraciously on my backside staring up at her. Not that I'm complaining. The view was utterly decadant." Godfrey can you let me down?" she asks me from where she was still dangeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current situation not to mention her weakened force signature jerked me out of my wandering thoughts. I tried, pulling on the force. She remained utterly stuck. " Pho.. this.. this isn't me.. this is your own power.. ".I stared up in awe as I managed to get myself off the floor and sat on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave a little tug and she landed with a thunk on the floor. She scrambled to her feet, eyes wide and frigthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What is going on?" her voice trembled in fright. I stood and slipped behind her hands resting on her shoulders." Unless I miss my guess. this is your body getting reacquainted with the power that was stolen from you years ago Pho.. This is how powerful you SHOULD have been from the begining"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes grew as big as saucers . But then she began testing her own powers.I stepped away to give her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seemed okay until a lightning strike of pain echoed acorss my mind. I reached for her as she crompled to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment she could see right through me, see Fafnir as he rested in my very soul. I helped her back to bed and placed an ice cold cloth on her head. She needed to bring her power under control before she reached Coruscant. I took her hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how much had her power grown by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-121141440404724989?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/121141440404724989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=121141440404724989' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/121141440404724989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/121141440404724989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/07/fall-and-rise.html' title='A fall and a rise'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-1609575310204887387</id><published>2007-07-12T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:51:07.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping the spider -part 2</title><content type='html'>I stood there, shocked, fear vibrating through every bone in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia took a step towards Jenna. Was she mad? It had to be a trap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" All I want is Catia's soul. I will even let you take that useless Jedi Dralling out with you. Give me the soul of the emperess and you are free to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it really that simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be THAT simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to reach out to me ,but my mind was flying with a million questions. Fat load of help I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia's next words gave me strength. Gave me hope for everything and everyone " If you can get her out without hurting me fatally, get. her. out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath for several minutes as Zan Arbor attached a blood pressure cuff like thing to Phobia's arm. Pho seemed to pale for a minute and I saw why. The cuff was lined with long and very thick needles.I moved to stop Zan Arbor but she shook her head "I'm so sorry it has to hurt this much" Jenna said , tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia's body shuddered and shook viloently. I ran forward to catch her as she fell forward to the ground, blood dripping onto the floor.Phobia's power was returning, trifold. Pure white , unbridled ferocious power poured into her, filling her and getting rid of any poison within her.It was so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly blinded but I managed to get her to her feet. I tore my shirt sleeve and used it to wrap around her bleeding arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her soul and body are one now. you are free." Zan Arbor said ,looking back at the corpse begining to move and back to Pho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran over and unhooked Cin. If Catia was alive and well we needed to leave and NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I learned much from one man years ago, he told me of you and your plight. I know my evil deeds will not go unpunished. Leave me here.. she will kill me the moment she wakes. Go quickly. I will hold her off for as long as I can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Zan Arbor was willing to sacrifice her life to save us. So maybe she wasn't as bad as I had thought.I pulled Phobia away and with her help we managed to get Cin back to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Phobia got us into the air I got Cin back to a cot.He was pale and cold. Nearly dead."Pho! He needs a blood trransfusion ! Now!" I hurried to get the machienes ready. If he didn't get the blood now he would not make it to the healer's on Coruscant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yanked the needle out of my hand as I preped Cin's arm and injected the needle. Blood flowed through the tube between the two of them until Cin started to regain his color.Phobia got paler and paler until I removed the needle and caught her in my arms as she slumped over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I lifted her off her feet and brought her to a spare room , she asked" Cin.. s he gonna be okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded" He'll be fine, thanks to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled her into bed and began pulling the covers up to her chin when she stopped me.. " what bout the twins.. can't befound out.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the black cloak I had given her to my hand with the force. "Sleep now, you need your rest. I'll bring some hot coffee soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was alseep before I had finished speaking, trembling from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure to turn the heat up in the room before I left. I went to the kitchen and washed my face with cold water before preparing the coffee for all three of us. I ws tired, terribly tired. But now maybe We could begin to gain some measure of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-1609575310204887387?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/1609575310204887387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=1609575310204887387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1609575310204887387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1609575310204887387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/07/escaping-spider-part-2.html' title='Escaping the spider -part 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-3547938022103665265</id><published>2007-07-06T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:14:00.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping the Spider part 1</title><content type='html'>I thought I could relax after the tourtament.. Maybe do some work in the archives, get to stay around the temple for a while.. Ha, that was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;That was one of the thoughts runing through my head as I steered the ship into the Chromell sector. But, seeing a quick glimpse of Pho wandering over to our room wrapped in a warm towel from her shower, I was begining to rethink that earlier statement.. Maybe time away from the temple was a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived planetside, back on Naboo. I wasn't about to alert Queen Jamilla to our presence, lest Pho end up angrier than she did the first time.We found Zan Arbor's ship hovering over the royal palace in Theed. Thankfully things went better than I had first anticipated. After some quick questioning of the guards we found out there was a station under construction on the Sea of Veruna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place of dead space, it would be a perfect place for Zan Arbor to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our approach to the station Phobia came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Godfrey, I'm scared" she said in just a bare whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tunred the chair around and pulled her onto my lap, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.     " Why sweetheart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think this is a trap.. I can't explain why but I feel we are both in grave danger.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to turn the ship around. Maybe going to the Sea of Veruna wasn't such a good idea after all. Her small hand rested on mine, stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But as scared as I am, we have to rescue Cin. He saved me when I needed him the most. I can't abandon him now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice quavered but there was a glint in her eyes that told me even if she was bleeding to death she would save a freind rather than herself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued our descent into Zan Arbor's station which I later found out was called The Widow . " when this mission is over, tell you what. I think we should go shopping for the twins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes lit up and for a moment she was able to forget the fear and danger lying ahead of her" Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes really. but don't you think we ought to tell someone about Tai and Mara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who did you have in mind dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was thinking maybe Obi Wan or Adana.I wouldn't want you telling Anakin unless you felt it nesscary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mention of Obi Wan knowing about the children she began to tremble and shake in my arms, crying softly" I can't tell hi.. anyone else.. but not him.. I just can't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not darling? He's one of your closest freinds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to me, eyes red and blotchy " Look, if he knows then that will show once and for all that I am a failure and utterly worthless. I have grown up listening to his wisdom, his teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a thumb to the eye of everything he has taught me! And besides if he knew about us he would be obligated to turn us over to thecouncil. If we tell him his position on the council could be put in jepoardy. If anyone deserves that council seat it is him. I can't take it away from him. I won't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice became quiet" I have fought those inner demons for loger than I care to remember. Inso far I have managed to keep them at bay. If I were to tell him the last barrier I have would be broken and they would devour me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What about DJ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sniffled and reached for a tissue as we landed" Maybe.. I know I could trust her. But if Anakin picks up the thought off of her then... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't need to say anymore. I understood completly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning she hugged me tightly and stood on her tiptoesfor a moment" Whatever happens out there. know I love you and I always will "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her close as I could not wanting to let her go" And I love you as well. Nothing will ever change that Phobia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled a little before giving me a quick kiss and then broke away" C'mon the faster we get Cin out of here faster we can get home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both hurried down the ramp and into the darkened hallway. We had to use the force to preventus from mkaing too much noise from bumping into the metal walls. Finally there was a light at the end of the tunnel , so to speak"Two forks, which goes where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched carefully. Either one would lead us to Cin but we needed to take out as many guards as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll take the left, you take the right. If things get out of hand., com me. I'll be there in an instant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded ,running down the right tunnel, clok flickering behind her like bats wings.&lt;br /&gt;I disappeared down the left, using Fafnir's sight to guide me through the particularly dark places. I caught a contingient of guards and moved swiftly, knocking them over the head with an elbow strike each before using the force to lower them to the ground in a nice little neat pile and a sleep suggestion to make sure they didn't wake anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued down the tunnel, urgency growing in my blood. We needed to get Cin and get out of here before things went to sith in a handbasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Phobia at a steel door at the end of the two tunnels. " He's behind here, how do we cut this door down without making too much noise?"&lt;br /&gt;I took one look at the door and knew how to get inside" Stand back for a sec. I've got an idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summoned up Fafnir's forepower and directed a jetstream of fire at the door, making the metal melt like mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it melted Phobia ran in and I folowed, saber allready drawn. The sense of danger I was recieving was strongest in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cin looked up at us" r-run it's a trap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached over to pull Phobia out of the way a door slammed behind us. A woman with red hair walked out of the shadows"Well.. well.. the final piece of the puzzle arrives. So glad you could join me Phobia.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia's saber was in her hands in a moment. I stood behind her and a little off to the right. Best not to draw any attnetion to myself unless I strictly had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Zan Arbor.. I can't say it's a pleasure because it most certainly isn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A table lurched to a vertical position. no.. no... it couldn't be.. We had been playing into her hands all along god forgive us.. There was a corpse on the table. With startingly familiar black hair and pale white skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us comming here wa part of the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Phobia meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger didn't come from Zan Arbor directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came from Catia, who's new body was lying on the table before us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-3547938022103665265?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/3547938022103665265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=3547938022103665265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3547938022103665265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3547938022103665265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/07/escaping-spider-part-1.html' title='Escaping the Spider part 1'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-3090866205362437326</id><published>2007-07-04T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:42:11.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of all(final part)</title><content type='html'>I headed out the door and was preping the ship for take off whenever grandfather found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The council had decided.. decided that since Anna is stepping down at the end of the month to tend to her son.. you'll be taking her place! Congratulations!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my eyes nearly popped out of my head. on the council? Me? How much better could this day get?" I.. I don't know what to say.. except .. thank you.. but that seems so inadquete.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed" the look on your face right now is thanks enough. I know how much you wanted this.. ,but you never did think on it much since you were a boy did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head " No to be honest I never did. I just completed any task the council set before me to the best of my ability. Nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" well be proud.. be very proud.. " he pasued" I take it the Jedi have called you back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, the temple swordmaster Cin Dralling has been kidnapped. Phobia and I have been called back to help with the search."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A good man Cin is.. Learned much from him I did whenever I was at the temple.. that was just after the incident wasn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indicent he refers to is still rather painful for me to honestly speak of. But suffice to say without it I would've never met Phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes.. it was before then.. about a year before.. I was 15"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded gravely" When I return.. would you like me put flowers on the graves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes.. I would like that very much grandfather" I stooped down and hugged him tightly. " Thank you.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stood I was the calm reserved Jedi again. " We need to get going.. May the force be with you grandfather, safe journey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waved" Sauli, Safe journey grandson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the ship and departed from Ragoon 3, my mind still very much replayig the incident.. or how it had happened to me in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia saw how down and out I was" Tired?" she asked comming back with a glass of muja juice in her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head taking the juice from her" no.. old memories"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting her chin on my shoulder she asked" Want to talk about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not particularly.. I just want to forget.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded understandingly " I know how that is.. you say you wish to forget?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood, putting the empty glass in the sink" more than anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came close, perfume taunting me" then let me help you forget and give you my own special reward.. I'm all yours.. do what you like.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw where she was going with this.. did I ever.. Suffice to say.. the rest of the trip.. I didn't have to think about all that much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making sure Belda got settled in at her room, we met with the council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Master Dralling dissapeared five days ago. We have sent out others who have either come back wounded or dead.Three knights and 5 padawans . the knights were sent off planet. All the padawans were seinor, near their trials. This we feel is the work of someone who the order has come into contact with before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holo popped up on screen " Jenna Zan Arbor, the same scientist who kidnapped Qui Gon Jinn some years prior for her sadistic expermients in the force"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded mutely" Be careful and cautious. She was able to caupute Cin.. who knows what might be happening now.. All of the dead we found with ther blood drained from their bodies, every last drop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed and Phobia and I went to pack." We need to be espically careful on this one Godfrey. if she senses Tai or Mara.. She could try to hurt them.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat twisted at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You should stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! I'm going like it or not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no sense arguing with her.. compared to Belda Phobia can be the most sutbbroun person I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Then at least wear this" I handed her a black cape" It's specially designed to hide your force signature. It will also hide the children's too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took it as we headed out to the landing pad. I didn't care. I wanted this mission over and soon. If Jenna Zan Arbor tried to hurt my wife or my children, suffice to say it would be the last thing she would ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-3090866205362437326?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/3090866205362437326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=3090866205362437326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3090866205362437326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3090866205362437326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-allfinal-part.html' title='The end of all(final part)'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2075630481926846066</id><published>2007-07-02T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:12:05.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small sidenote on this weeks competition over at LGS 2</title><content type='html'>Okay for those of you who read here on my blog, and might have been following I was recently on Last Gladiator Standing 2.One thing I learned while there is gungan princesses don't mix with consession stands.. Too long of a story to tell here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway before I get off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 2 Jedi competing, and now one remains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes everyone the one, the only DarkJediKriss is in the final 2 this week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can send in their votes when it's time for judging, so go take a look. She's done a terrific job thus far. Let's see if we can help her get the gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since I am no great shakes in HTML, follow the link on my blogroll to Jon the Intergalatic Gladiator's blog then scroll through his list until you find the link for Last Gladiator Standing 2.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time that everyone gets to have a say.. make sure you get a chance too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Now I KNOW I've been hanging around Peterelli for too long.. I'm starting to sound like .. a congressman.. LOL ..   I guess I had it comming XD I say leave the speaking to those who know their trade..But in all honesty all of us put in a great effort k I'm rambling.. * is yanked away from keyboard*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2075630481926846066?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2075630481926846066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2075630481926846066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2075630481926846066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2075630481926846066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/07/small-sidenote-on-this-weeks.html' title='A small sidenote on this weeks competition over at LGS 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-615253030227550688</id><published>2007-06-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:46:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of all -Part 3</title><content type='html'>Belda looked very eager to go" Can I come too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head" Absouletly not. There's allready one Jedi master missing and two younglings. We're not chancing the risk of loosing you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" but I can fight!" she protested looking from me to Pho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who was the master who's missing?" Phobia asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Master Mundi didn't say, but for Obi Wan to be out looking for her I have a guess. And besides, Cin was the temple swordmaster. I pratically learned most everything from sabers from him. If they were able to get him, we're going to have a nasty fight on our hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But.. I have you and my master to protect me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my patience was getting a tad thin here so I put it bluntly as i could without scaring her" We're going to be busy, very busy. We might not have time to talk or do anything even kinda fun. You don't want to be around 2 boring people do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're not boring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Belda you're not going so that's that and don't even use the whole prophecy bit on me because it's not going to work! You're staying at the temple for your own safety!" Phobia snapped, looking up from her duffel bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glared at Phobia and stomped off to her room slamming the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho looked up at me " Think I was too harsh with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head" Dear, she has to learn her place. If you say no then she's got to know you mean no. Period. and it's not like you're trying to exclude her or anything. It IS for her own safety."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded" you're right.. and. .I'm very proud of you.. do you know that? You not only won the tourtament but you've proved what a great husband and father you are and are going to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down next to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders" how so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well you won the tourtament, and then when three wishes. .anything you could want. .and you use them for the good of others. Most wouldn't give it a second to wish for money, power and fame.. you know the whole bit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned" I have all I could ever dream of wanting , right here" I slid a hand onto her forehead" And here" my other hand came to rest on her stomach ." I have a beautiful, kind and loving wife and am going to be a father to two of the most wonderful children in this galaxy. What more could a man ask for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laid her head on my shoulder" Everything and nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" All I did was to make sure I am able to keep these three things to the best of my ability. I am not stupid. I know one day I will loose you. But I don't want it to be form something I could have prevented. That is why I believe the council forbade attachments, because most are not smart enough to realize that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the crono." Come on.. We need to go get mis grump and get going.We're expected back before daybreak tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-615253030227550688?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/615253030227550688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=615253030227550688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/615253030227550688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/615253030227550688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-all-part-3.html' title='The end of all -Part 3'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2714506632499922267</id><published>2007-06-26T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:52:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of all-part 2</title><content type='html'>(CTD from last post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There is a sith lord from an alternate timestream.. here he is known as Anakin sKywalker. He wil not become evil for sometime yet. Is there a way to stop him before it is too late?"&lt;br /&gt;Valerious the elder nodded his head" There are a few diffrent ways. First.. show him the compassion he has not known through the Jedi, their's is one way of living, show him the compassion he knew from his mother, from those he knew BEFORE the Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son Velkin spoke next "Then there is the matter of the sith lord.. He is closer than you think, Go to the 500 Repbulica, there is a place called The Works. there you will find evidence to lead you to your culprit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally his duaghter Anna spoke" If all else fails Godfrey you know what you must do. What BOTH of you must do. Search for the peaceful means first. Only then if you fail then should you result you the drastic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head" I thank you for this great gift. I am truly indebted to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest of the council spoke up" and your final wish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Phobia who had her hand resting on my arm" What do you think ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled up at me and squeezed my arm softly" Whatever you want Godfrey, I will not stop you from making your choice. My main concern is our future and the future of the order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the last wish came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My unborn daughter's future is clouded in strife and darkness. I humbly ask you to secure her future with the order and give her a good and happy life. For circumstances out of my control and my wife's.. It is possible we will not be there to help her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see Anna crying and the same with Belda. if they could grant me this.. It is all I could ever ask, a happy life for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We cannot undo the events Phobia has forseen, not in their entirety. but your wish will be fufilled. Mara will have a happy and good life. She will return to the order one day and marry the son of the son of suns.The order will change and she will be happy with her new life. But beware Caedus, for as one stands on the brink now one will then and if he does turn, it will be family against family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed to the council before we were dismissed. As soon as we were back I quickly began packing up for our return to Coruscant. Belda stopped me with an outstretched hand. " You won the tourtament, shouldn't we be celebrating?" Phobia nodded in agreement" You're both right what am I doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scooped Belda off the floor and spun her around before doing the same to Phobia who squeeled like a child. Our celebration plans were cut short however when my com went off .A feeling of dred crept over me. Whatever news it was, it was bound to be not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey we need you back here immeditly, the temple swordmaster has went missing as well as another Jedi and two other younglings. Master Kenobi is allready out searching for the one group. We need you and Phobia to go and look for the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly dropped the com in suprise. Cin was missing?" I understand Master Mundi, we'll be back as soon as we are able."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Pho and Belda" I'm sorry but the celebration is off. We're needed back at the temple. Your master and I have another mission"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2714506632499922267?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2714506632499922267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2714506632499922267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2714506632499922267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2714506632499922267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-all-part-2.html' title='The End of all-part 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-3305724068285525608</id><published>2007-06-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:15:46.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of all- part 1</title><content type='html'>I rose the next morning and went to the gardens to meditate. I needed perfect, clear focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early bell tolled and I headed to the ring. Khali was allready there waiting for me. We bowed and then he smiled "You be freind, no matter who win"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned, " and you are my freind Khali. May the best man win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the third tolling of the bell the fight began in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did he was throwing me around like a rag doll.My head bounced off the stone floor like a ball.. Ouch I knew that was going to be killing me in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go into the direct details of the fight but it'd take a week. Suffice to say by the time the referee called for us to change to our animal forms, both of us were rather run through the ringer. Phobia I could see her running down the path, every cuss word she knew hanging on her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Fafnir take over and the white panther appeared. His fangs latched onto my throat and Fafnir reared onto his hind legs, trying to shake him off his throat. Though we were in animal form we moved like quicksilver, striking and counterstriking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the longest fights I had ever been in. I felt myself begining to tire whenever everything seemed to slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a slight opening that I could take and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khali fell backwards, shifting back from his panther form. He was unconcious, which meant the fight was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had won the Onkichi Budokai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers erupted through the crowd and all of a sudden, I turned and Phobia was at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fafnir retreated and she wrapped a robe around my shoulders. Upside about my uniform.. It's the only set of clothes that doesn't get destryoed whenever I change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You won Godfrey.. you won.." she was crying whenever I hugged her.I was estatic. I had won!.. I know a Jedi shouldn't be proud or anything. .but I had this dream since I was a young boy.. Someone cleared their throat behind me. It was grandfather with the high council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey you have done magnificantly, you have won the Onkichi Budokai. Name three things and if they are in our power they are yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things? I could think of one thing " My wife, she is a prisoner of a sith spirit.. Can you banish Catia from her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather smiled and turned to the members of the high council. Then he turned back to me a sorrowful look" We cannot do that, but there is something, tempt the panther with meat, she will come. create a new body for Catia ,she will leave you wife.We can give you what you need to begin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed" Thank you this means more to me than you know. I am eternally grateful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What else would you ask of us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought long and hard about this, I had pratically the world at my feet. The DaiShujo were the almost as powerful as the Jedi order.then it occured to me.. Vader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-3305724068285525608?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/3305724068285525608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=3305724068285525608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3305724068285525608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3305724068285525608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-all-part-1.html' title='The End of all- part 1'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-7724840660374438170</id><published>2007-06-18T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:07:32.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation- kinda</title><content type='html'>Pho and I areheading to the festival in town. The final match has been postponed for a few more days until they make an inquiry into White Cloud's death and the whole affair with Marasha. they gave me permission to go out during the whole thing.. So I'm taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to the fight once I return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-7724840660374438170?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/7724840660374438170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=7724840660374438170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7724840660374438170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7724840660374438170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacation-kinda.html' title='Vacation- kinda'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-1149455233153264678</id><published>2007-06-15T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:57:22.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eye of the storm</title><content type='html'>My vision flittered in and out for some time. The next thing I knew there was acold glass of juice being tipped down my throat. Pho was hovering over me, a worried frown on her face. I took the glass from her and sat upright drinking down the rest of it in a few swallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you scared me to death Godfrey.. You were so pale "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could say more I reached across and brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. " I'm fine.. I'm not that easy to kill, and no way would I let some stupid twit like Marasha get the better of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned but nodded reluctently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Speaking of, did she get away? What about you? Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes ran over her worriedly, looking for any outward signs of injury to her or the twins. I didn't care about winning here if it meant her health or any danger to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm fine, so are the children. Marasha got away however.Xanatos is dead. For good this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding" okay, now why don't we get some rest? you look beat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed looping her arm through mine " me? beat? you look like a wreck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That had been four hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stood in the ring facing Lantos. So it had come down to this had it? The fight had started and I had kept my eyes on Lantos the whole time. If there was one rule I always followed it was never to take your eyes off your opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I heard the sound of cracking stone. I turned around, getting a kick in the head from Lantos for my lack of concentration.I saw Belda falling and I was just about to shift into Fafnir whenever she changed.. Good lord.. please don't let this ruin everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back to Lantos, wanting to finish this as fast as I could. Phobia touched the ground next to the ring and Belda slid off her back running to the ring's edge.I knew Belda wanted to help me but this was my fight to win , not her's no matter how good her intentions may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leapt into my throat, the next opponent one of us would face was there, Khali.. He and Phobia were speaking. .I wanted to yell for her to get away from him before she got hurt. .but he seemed.. genuine in his kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lantos preparing to use his finishing signature move, The Golden punch gunner. My hands moved almost of their own accord. This would end now. This technique had been passed down through my mother's side of the family. The rock crusher or" Seki Ha Tien Kyo ken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole arena exploded in light at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantos and I attacked at the same time and there was something else happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blasted Lantos back and the fight was over. I turned to see a familiar figure before me.. What the hells...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world.. &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator2.blogspot.com/2007/06/women-troubles.html"&gt;Aiashka?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to Belda who was watching this , one sided brawl with wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What happened?" I asked herm watching this crazyniess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She changed.. into.. that.. she's angry.. so angry.. what's wrong with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head" I don't honestly know Belda, but her concentration.. it's scary.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Khali shifted into his animal form of a white panther. A burst of pain erupted across my temples. She changed back and fell. That all happened in a span of a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried her up to our room and took a seat in the chair by her side. Eventually she woke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That was a nasty fall you took there" I said, dabbing her forehead with a cold cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" how long have I been out for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Most of the day. It's just me and Khali tomorrow. And the high council will be watching the fight, but for now rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned back against the pillows, sighing softly . I shrugged out of my jacket and shoes and laid down next to her. Her hands rested on my shoulders. " Just stay safe.. please" she whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded" Of course, anything for you, we'll be home by tomorrow night. I promise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like that we fell into a light sleep, my mind allready on tomorrow's fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-1149455233153264678?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/1149455233153264678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=1149455233153264678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1149455233153264678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1149455233153264678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/eye-of-storm.html' title='The eye of the storm'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-6163548822652950005</id><published>2007-06-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:50:23.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage of the Dragon</title><content type='html'>The bell rang . White Cloud and I entered the center of the ring and bowed to each other.I dropped back into a reverse sidestance, one hand out palm facing towards him. He took his usual, three quater Okinawan backstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else fell away, I saw no one or anything except for White Cloud. We cricled for a few moments,testing, probing for an opening or weakness. .He moved first striking for my collarbone. I brought my right hand up and twisted, knocking his strike aside , moving for his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blocked I countered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roar of the crowds was the only thing I could hear ..We moved in perfect synchronicitious balance, back and forth over the cold stone floor. Time ticked away slowly but I didn't pay it a mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew White Cloud's weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay on the defensive and wear him down. then move in for the kill .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing down slowly, movments becoming more sluggish. Green eyes normally bright were begining to dull with fatigue.I saw my shot and moved inwards . My right hand came up into a backfist and connected with the side of his head, then a roundhouse kick to the other side.Just as I was comming for the elbow.. I felt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkside energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes darted around the arena searching for the source, to turn up nothing. Then I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;Marasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had followed us all the way out here, and now had White Cloud in her sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had just suddenly gotten a lot more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanced a glance to the balcony, Phobia and Belda were both on their feet. Pho bristling in anger. I shook my head. this was my fight.. I would finish her, finish this and win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ref signaled for weapons, White Cloud pulled a Balith sword. I reached for my double blade. The tang of ozone hit my nose and I backflipped over Cloud's head , landing behind him., saber at the ready. The wooden part in the middle of the Balith sword fell to pieces. He tossed it aside aside growling and power began to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to kill him,I honestly didn't.. But he was leaving me no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the real White Cloud.. The man I knew would've never done this.. Become evil..&lt;br /&gt;I let Fafnir take over.. I couldn't see his eyes when he died.. So full of hate.. and saddness.. It was too much for me to take.. Fire.. fire burned all around us.. One stroke with my blade.. it was over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Cloud was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scales wilted and I was normal.. No I can't say I was normal.. I had just been forced to kill one of my best freinds.. All thanks to a little twisted brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry.. past angry, past furious.. I was.. .. insane with rage.. I only remember one other time I felt like this.. When I found Iout I had been too late to save Ariel..But that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her blood on my hands.. I would be content with nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the ring intending to do just that whenever all of a sudden Phobia was there, holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let me go! I want her dead!"Her arms were wrapped around me, locking my hands at my sides like vices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey for goodness sake listen to yourself! your angry! Your hurt and understandably so! but if you strike her down now you'll become something you can't live with! you'll be like her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stil struggled, but I was begining to see through the red fog that tained my senses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you know I'm right love.. Listen to me.. listen to my voice.. you have to stop now.. beofre it's too late.. you have to.. for your children.. for me.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red turned to blue.. my normal color.. I was overheated from my long hours in the sun.. She was deliciously cool against me, helping me up into the balcony to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to rest.. My task was not done.. it was only just begining.&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-6163548822652950005?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/6163548822652950005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=6163548822652950005' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/6163548822652950005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/6163548822652950005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/rage-of-dragon.html' title='Rage of the Dragon'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-7622223967806933135</id><published>2007-06-04T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:52:56.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Thunder,clash of the DaiShujo</title><content type='html'>I rose early, heading into the garden to meditate. that's when grandfather found me.He sat down and together we meditated for about an hour before he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I managed to sway the elders in her favor, but you must take great caution. if anyone sees the mark on her back all I have done can fall through easily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rose and headed back into our rooms to dress. The preliminaries would start soon. As soon as I had my uniformon, Iwoke Phobia" Love? come on.. it's time" She rose sleepily eyes blurry and voice husky with sleep" mmh allready?" Gods she is so sexy. " No time for games this morning dove.. You need to get dressed.. Here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed her an oriental kimono which would service her well in the heat" Come.. you need to dress, there isn't much time. I'll wake Belda"&lt;br /&gt;I headed over to the connecting room and woke Belda, telling her to dress lightly. Once that was done I went backto get my bag and see if Pho was ready.. She nearly took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kimono made her look like a goddess, hair hanging to her waist, soft smile.. okay I'm getting ahead of myself.. it looked more like a dress though now that I think of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to the arena, in silence. Belda was looking back and forth between the two of us. A shiver crept up my spine.. At last I was going to have my chance.. I pointed to the stairs which lead up to the high box where she could watch with my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then setting my things down I began warming up.. The preliminaries were basically an all out streetfight, last 10 standing move on to the tourtament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whistle blew and over 70 people poured into the ring. My heart was pounding madly against my ribcage. . The whistle blew again and everyone moved as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodies were flying and I ducked more than one arm seeking to take me out. Lantos and I ended up back to back in the middle of the ring. It was automatic, kick, punch, shove, spin.. whatever threw them from the ring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... then he came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a wave of destruction he began his trek towards us.. Men and women went flying in every direction. Lantos tensed behind me, and the last cluster of us in the ring were all that were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Khali turned his eyes towards me, the whislte blew signagling the end of the preliminaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining ones standing were, myself, Lantos, Khali, White Cloud, Morkos, Xule, Jeracob, and three others whom I had never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen blinked and the matches were set.&lt;br /&gt;My first opponent? White Cloud.&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-7622223967806933135?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/7622223967806933135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=7622223967806933135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7622223967806933135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7622223967806933135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/06/rolling-thunderclash-of-daishujo.html' title='Rolling Thunder,clash of the DaiShujo'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-8714209424597324911</id><published>2007-05-31T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:58:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decenshion amongst freinds</title><content type='html'>The ship touches down about three hours after our inital departure.. It seemed like such a longer trip when I was younger.Phobia turns to me, hands on her hips" Will you actually tell us where we are now?" I could tell she was a trifle annoyed at me making her wait. Well she always got impatient when she was made to wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could answer Belda was hopping up and down in her excitement" We're on Ragoon 3 master!" she's pointing out the window, eyes shining brightly.I knew Pho had always wanted to come here, but never gotten the chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best shopping bazar in the sector, with some of the best music too. My eyes were darting around the crowds looking for old freinds.. I knew Lantos had to be here.. before we parted company last we had talked endlessly of how we would to to the finals of the tourtament and give everyone the best show they had ever seen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down the gangplank of the ship and slid into the crowd. Familiar sights and smells were comming back to me. The Calabaranie sauce cooking in a nearby stall.. Phobia's eyes were gleaming.. They had been a favroite treat of her childhood.. I saw Belda looking at the sweet stand at one particularly huge lollipop hanging by it's stick from the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at Pho and then I turned to Belda" Come with me.. there's something you need to see.." Taking her hand I guided her over to the sweet stand and after paying the older woman who ran the kiosk Belda was grinning like the sun as I handed her her prize" Here, just for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at me questioningly" but.. why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. I see" Because, today is a very special day.. and because every young lady should have some sweets sometime in their life" She seemed tired from all the walking so I offered her a ride on my back which she readily accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to Phobia she nearly started laughing but whenever I pulled out the Calabaranie out of my pocket she quieted down immeditly.. Amazing how women can be bribed with sugar, doesn't matter what age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued up towards the Gekiochamariu palace, the sun beaming down on us.. Maybe the heavier robes wern't such a good choice after all.. We're halfway up the hill whenever a familiar face pops out of the muggy air.&lt;br /&gt;" Lantos!" I ra ahead of Belda and Phobia and embracedmy longtime freind. He hasn't changed all that much, short black hair, green eyes and a tanned frame. He lives clear out on Tatooine, the trip from there takes close to a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning after some short banter, I intruduce him to Phobia and Belda.As to how I intruduced Belda, Pho seemed a little caught off guard but she didn't mind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking ahead, one arm draped around Lantos' shoulders we begin talking about the tourtament in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see that monster Khali? He must be at least over 9 feet, pure muscle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I didn't.. Did you hear when the prelims are going to start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow at dawn, it lasts all day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Can you believe it? we finally get our chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us had dreamed of this since we were children. We grew up watching people like my grandfather fight in the Onkichi. One day we both made a promise we would be in that ring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon that pact was about to be fufilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and turned around, Phobia and Belda had fallen behind. I saw Pho motion for us to go on ahead. Lantos and I walked ahead, talking like teenagers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How are the others?Man I sure do miss White Cloud and Morosk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you ask them yourself?" Lantos pointed ahead and there stood the group we had trained with.. All of my old freinds. We were all equally excited to be compeating.Hurried greetings were exchanged . Whenever Phobia arrived with us White Cloud eyed her up and down, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who's this lovely flower?" He bowed and kissed her hand" My name is White Cloud milady.. What brings you to the Onkichi Budokai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, Fafnir growling angrily.. " This is my wife White Cloud. " I told him shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever the charming lady she smiled gently" My name is Phobia Deimos, I'm quite pleased to meet you White Cloud.. Godfrey has told me much about you.. We've been married almost 3 months at the end of this month." She raised her left hand which held her wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;White Cloud got the message, he backed off in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got inside the palace and got ourselves settled. Then Phobia asked me" When can we find your grandfather?.. This thing on my back.. it's sore.. I think it's starting to heal finally "&lt;br /&gt;I finished unpacking what I needed to and laid out my uniform on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starch white with my black belt , the insigna of the DaiShujo embroidered on the back." As soon as we get something to eat.. now go to sleep.. there's a few things I need to take care of.. Belda will be here if you need anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she fell asleep I left for a few minutes but not before telling Belda" If White Cloud comes looking for me here, do not answer the door." Something was off with White Cloud.. I needed to speak with grandfather anyway.. I was worried White Cloud had turned to the yang side of the Daishujo.. if he had.. a crucial member would be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to my room, my grandfather and I conversed in rapid Corellian about the disturbing events of the afternoon. I had a present tucked under my arm for Phobia. A long white box which inside held a brand new blue dress, sleeveless with a cascading train. When I entered I saw she was still asleep so we went to the sitting room where grnadfather began answering the many questions Belda had about the DaiShujo and the tourtament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him about the mark his brow furrowed" She might have to fight.. "&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?" No that's out of the question! she is in no condition to fight! She's only ever changed once and besides she's pregnant! I won't hear of it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He patted my arm gently" Godfrey I do not want her to fight either but if the mark as is you say it is, then there might be no choice.. Espically if she carries the spirit of the Phoenix maiden.the best thing I can say is to make her stay here.. Though I do realize easier said than done"&lt;br /&gt;This was maddening.. and completly insane" No. .I don't want her left here either. it's too dangerous. White Cloud.. I don't want her around him.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" but"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO! She will not be around White Cloud! " I lowered my voice before I continued" Listen, she was almost .. she was nearly slain beyond help before and I will NOT let it happen again!" My fist flew through the table in my anger. Black scales covered my arms, hands shifting into Fafnir's claws.. I was loosing control and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather stood up" I understand.. I will personally make sure White Cloud comes no where near her. If he has turned then this will be his only tourtament.. " The edge in his voice was unmistakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If White Cloud turned, he was to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the other room, my spirit soothed and Fafnir calmed as I watched Phobia sleep. . She had changed into lighter tunics, almost sheer. Tease.She was turned on her stomach, mouth open slightly as she slept, lost in a dream.. A good one I prayed.Grandfather saw the mark and motioned for me to come with him. Out in the sitting room he said to me" Be careful and cautious. If anyone else sees that makr , she will have to fight. She is the neutral energy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left saying no more but I didn't need to hear more. I understood. if one fell from the light, she must step up to take their place. If one fell into the light from the dark she must take their place.I slipped off my shoes and cradled her close, using the force to soothe her dreams and heal her wound. Tomorrow would be a hard day.. Possibly for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-8714209424597324911?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/8714209424597324911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=8714209424597324911' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8714209424597324911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8714209424597324911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/decenshion-amongst-freinds.html' title='Decenshion amongst freinds'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-8141032270893374698</id><published>2007-05-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:28:20.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 years later, here I stand</title><content type='html'>(NOTe: Going to be out of town Tuesday .. If this seems a little long, that's why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus total and complete. The bo staff tiwrls in my hands, my movements are fluid and easy. Then like a lightning strike across my senses, I feel her pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision erputs across my senses as well. It makes my knees shake in agony.My daughter taken before my eyes and being helpless to do a thing.. That is the closest thing to terror I have ever felt.As soon as I could move I was at her side, cradling her, holding her while she wept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visions come almost daily now, she can find no peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was struggling against me, gasping her skin was on fire. Her nails clawed at her tunics desprete to get them off. When she finally did, my breath came in a low gasp. Straight down her back there was an intricate symbol, tribal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of burned flesh hung in the room. The design had been burned into her skin, hence her pain. She was asking me what was wrong.. I carefully led her to a miror. She was shocked and slightly scared but she found her voice to speak ." what .. what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frowned.. I knew what it was supposed to be.. I have a smiliar mark on my right outer thigh though it is faded by now. "Normally this would be a mark of maturity in your spirit animal, but it is never this bad and it isn't supposed to be this deep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled her tunics back into place, hissing in pain as the cotton fibers touched her injured skin " is there anyone else who would know more about it?"&lt;br /&gt;I paused, unsure.. I had been meaning to ask her about this but I was afraid she would say no, that she didn't want me going.. I would respect her wishes if she answered the negative.. But I had been hoping for this for months.. I couldn't not ask her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " The Onkichi Budokai will begin within a few days.. I've been wanting to go.. It's a tourtament strictly open for the DaiShujo.. There might be people there who could explain this better than I could.. My grandfather is supposed to be there as well.. I was hoping to be able to go but I didn't want to upset you.." I looked away, not wanting to see the hurt that I was sure that was in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Of course! Godfrey you should compete! Will I at least be allowed to watch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirits soared whenever she said yes. I had been to young to compete at the last Onkichi Budokai.. I had only been ten at that point. The tourtament is held for the Daishujo warriors every 13 years. My mind slowed enough to answer her question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Since you're in the family .. They'll let you in. We can always bring Belda as well.. Your niece.."&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, the matter settled in her eyes " So it's settled.. You'll compete in the Onkichi Budokai and we can find out more about this.. thing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boundless neergy never ceases to amaze me, not to mention her willingness to go to new places on the spur of the moment.Well if I was going to compete I would need to train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two days I pratically sequestered myself in one of the older training rooms.I trained almost nonstop, only stopping when my body couldn't move anymore.Phobia brought me food so I didn't forget to eat whilst in the middle of my training.I have the feeling now that she thinks I'm as stubbroun as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look I brought you down a perfectly good hot meal.. Now will you sit down and eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Just let me finish this kata and run acouple more techniques, then I'll eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HA I know you, now sit down and eat.. Don't make me knock you off your feet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You do that everyday dear, now just have some patience" Punch, sidethrust kick, ridgehand, spinning back kick, reverse punch, inside form block popkick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over and right when I was comming off the spinning back, she uses a sweap on me and knocks me flat on my rear. She grabs the plate and pins me to the floor, dangling the food in front of my nose" Now are you going to eat?" Damn is she persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day I finally had to return to the apartment. I had pushed myself clear out of my normal bonds and into something I didn't even clearly comprehend. Belda was in class and Pho was out. So I did the only reasonable thing any dead tired man would do. I kicked my shoes off and dropped onto the couch where I promptly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gradually started to wake to her soft voice reading.. She trailed off as she reached on part in her story the book fell open in her lap and she fell asleep. I pushed myself up on my hands , noting the blanket she had draped over me and got to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking her up I carried her to our room and put her to bed, moving a strand of hair away from her face where it had fallen.&lt;br /&gt;While she slept I began to pack, telling Belda to do the same but to make sure she didn't wake her master til we were through. I packd my bo, kamas, sais, tonfas and my uniform along with a few changes of clothes and a few datapads as well as my Jedi robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pho woke she packed quickly only needing one small duffel bag. Lisette would be fine for a few days where we were going. The tourtament was going to be held on Ragoon 3 but I didn't tell them this as I set the coordinates. I didn't want Pho having to run off on a mission so soon after this mess with Marasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's the.. O..onki..Onkichi Budokai Master Godfrey?" Belda asked me with a puzzled look.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling I had her come sit with me and I told her the story Pho had heard from me seemingly hundreds of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time faded away as I told her about the council of seven, the decenshion, and the phoenix and the dragon as well as the pact.I could feel Phobia watching us, smiling. She was content, at peace for once. I was happy it was this easy.. This peaceful.. I was no fool .. I knew such moments could not last but I would treasure every second of those moments we DID have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-8141032270893374698?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/8141032270893374698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=8141032270893374698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8141032270893374698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8141032270893374698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/13-years-later-here-i-stand.html' title='13 years later, here I stand'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2171623245131032426</id><published>2007-05-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:12:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries and some pampring</title><content type='html'>Phobia was deathly sick on the way back to Coruscant.. After our holochess game I sat with Phobia, changing cold rags, tending to her.. Her fever rose to 107 degrees and it would have kept climbing if I had not used the liquid nitrogen water to cool her down. The children were allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are tougher than anyone thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke her fever gone on our fourth day in space. I was never so glad to see her awake. " By the gods you scared me to death" I whispered taking her in my arms , hugging her tightly. For three days she had hovered at death's door seemingly, and I was powerless to do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Please please don't scare me like that again. I.. I thought I was going to loose you love"I pulled back far enough to kiss her over and over.. She was so sweet so kind.. I was hopelessly in love and I didn't care..Ever since I had seen her that first day in the archives.. She was looking for a book I think about Mayan pyrmids.. The moment I set eyes on her.. I was totally and completly lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stray from my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands were roaming my back restlessly, gripping my shirt.. The cloth was begining to pull upwards over my skin.. I couldn't deny I wanted this, but she wasn't ready .. Not to mention that Belda was right in the next room. Which I reminded her of immeditly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed then asked me how long before we landed. there was something I hdn't told her. We had already landed. She hadn't woken she was so tired.. She still looked ill so I kept her on board until she was ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an hour ago I had spoken with Yoda.. the two gilrs who had went missing Debakk and Harroka.. They had turned up in the temple hallway.. dead.. The healers had done a fine job of patching them back together. Yoda asked that as soon as Phobia was well enough she come to the white room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped her to her feet and we made our way to Yoda. I clutched her arm tightly as the ancient master explained what had happened.When he removed the cloths from the small bodies Phobia's knees buckled. On their faces as the mark of Offworld.. it made no sense.. She had killed Xanatos on Telos.. Now this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her to her grief for a few moments before I helped her to her feet and got her back to our apartment.When she explained to Belda what had happened I was as helpless as I had ever felt.. I didn't know what I could say or do to help ease their pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Belda cried herself to sleep in Phobia's arms. Together we put her to bed then I helped Phobia into bed as well. While she slept I poured over books on books, trying to find any other way to stop Catia at the root. Hours turned into days and words ran together.. the second day came and I gave up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep this pace. I was too worried about Pho, about Belda; to be able to do anything of real use for the moment.. Besides that.. I was tired.. I needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up falling asleep in the chair next to Pho's bed. It only seemed like a few minutes before I was awake again, the reason.. She was.. She had been combing her fingers through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How long have I slept for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Three days.. Belda has been worried about you when you didn't wake up the next morning.. You had me worried too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning came to find Pho yelling at Koenma on her com device..Then she took Belda to the gym and drilled her almost all day on her saber lessons. I watched over them both . I was on the other end of the gym, training as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once Pho's eyes wandered... She and Belda are good for each other because anytime Belda caught Pho not concentrating she would make a big deal of it, which would result in her fast getting on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were cleaning up after dinner that night whenever an idea came to me.Pho was finishing up the dishes when I snuck up behind her, breaking her from her worrysome train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you're worrying again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If I don't worry who will?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned in my arms and wrapped both arms around me, leaning back against the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" mmmh.. you're tense too.. too tense.. I'll have to do something about this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let me just check to make sure Belda is asleep.. Green tea after dinner almost always puts her out like a light, and she gets a peaceful night's sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded " Okay.. but don't take too long, I'll be waiting " I dried my hands on the towel and went into our room closing the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door opened again and she entered, her head spun around taking in my arrangements. I had spread about every pillow I could find on the bed, and lit some candles. She looked at me curiously and I handed her a terrycloth robe" You need to be pampered .. let me.. " She dissapeared into the fresher while flipped on her favroite song" Once in a Million years" she sang this at our wedding.. I wish Anakin could've heard her, she sang beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returned she stretched out on the bed and I sat down next to her, pulling the robe off her upper back with one hand, reaching for the bottle of Hycantih oil over on the nightstand. She was purring like a cat while I rubbed away the tenshion . I had only gotten a little of the way before the tables had turned on me.. Needless to say it was an intresting evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when the moon was high overhead in the city we were lying in bed, no words exchanged between us. there's times we don't need to talk to know how the other feels. Right now, she's content..and very relaxed. .. She treasures these private moments like I do, knowing they come oft anfd few between. No doubt tomorrow will bring another host of problems but for now, heaven is where she is.. And she is here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2171623245131032426?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2171623245131032426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2171623245131032426' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2171623245131032426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2171623245131032426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/discoveries-and-some-pampring.html' title='Discoveries and some pampring'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-3034166765213435834</id><published>2007-05-21T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:31:12.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix rising pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atris stepped from her hiding place.Phobia sprang back, saber at the ready. I drew mine as well, The tang of ozone snapped through the air as I eyed her wairily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ready to fight are you? But your opponent is not ready yet.. I have my mistress' orders.. No one fights you.. except for the one who rests within."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could feel the phoenix's fires burning brightly, anger fuel to the fire." Oh yes, wear yourself out.. it will be so poetic.. the sognbird killed by the raven.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atris' taunts did not go on for much logner however whenever purifying fire burst from her palms and engulfed Atris, destroying her utterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phobia had almost totally gone insane with her drive to bring Marasha down. The phoenix would appear this time.. I was certain.. But I worried if she could withstand the strain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaningless words were exchanged between the two then as though she was a perfectly balanced fighting driod she went after Marasha, her focus narrowed, anger burning hotly. She didn't tap her anger like Aakin does, not usually.. This time she was fed up, she was backed into a corner.. She was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouted for her to stop.. Her body could not stand the strain for too long.. If she changed now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She could kill herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She continued heedless of her own body, heedless of the danger she placed herself in. Then darkness flooded the hill and he appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xanatos and Phobia circled each other, like two tigers in the arena. Hate and evil were like a suffocating wave over everyone present and I shielded Belda behind me. " Stay close.. she has to do this on her own.. No one else.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rage,pure ,hot rage flowed like lava through her.I could see her morphing.. feathers blossoming on her arms and back, whole body changing.. Tai and Mara were shielded from the fire behind one of her tighest force shields she had ever constrcted. She went after Xanatos, ripping him apart, burning him in her rage.As he burned she changed back, sleeves singed away from her tunics, arms bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She turned on Marasha and Hoth" you both want me? come get me you bastards.. I'll kill you both"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber and whip raised the three of them battled fiercely until the tide turned.. Hoth stepped left when he should have stepped right.His head went flying off his shoulders hitting the maulesum wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marasha and she locked eyes. " I have my orders.. your evil ends here"Sweat poured down her face and body,her arms shaking. I knew this look.. She didn't have much left.. I needed to step in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Rest.. You won't be able to stand for much longer now after your first change.. She's mine"&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I stepped up to take her place, the strain overwashed her and she passed out. That was it, this was going to end NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Tap your true power Marasha.. I know it's there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCuaiQcVss/RlIRZiUN3eI/AAAAAAAAABI/bWEOQdFdkt8/s1600-h/godfreydragonform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067131661151231458" style="CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCuaiQcVss/RlIRZiUN3eI/AAAAAAAAABI/bWEOQdFdkt8/s320/godfreydragonform.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shifted into my full dragon form, power burning like fuel. I had learned to work with my spirit animal when I was still very young. Marasha didn't have that advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Belda drew back in fear but I turned my head to her, shielding them both with my wings&lt;em&gt;" Belda I won't hurt you.. keep your master safe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marasha shifted into her dragon form as well, much smaller but she was must faster than I was for the moment. I was more familiar with my form than she was her's. I brought my foot down to pin her then she filtered through my talons like smoke. At her dissapearance the power slid away and I fell into the bushes. " Belda, bring me the bag by your master" I called, staying hidden. One downside of my dragon form.. I ruin more clothes that way than I do in any ordinary fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got changed I went to Phobia and tapped he face until she woke." Oh.. what.. what happened?" she was so confused as she leaned into me. " She's gone.. I almost had her.. Pho I'm so sorry.. " I was.. if I had been a second faster , Marasha's innards would've been splattered from here to Ragoon. She shook her head smiling tiredly " It's ok.. We just need to get home.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all her bluster and voiced opinions to the contrary Phobia couldn't walk on her own,. I carried her back down to the ship without a word though she fought me tooth and nail on it. When we were almost there she fell asleep against me and I pressed afinger to my lips indicating Belda should be as quiet as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once Phobia was sleeping comfortably I pulled out the holochess board. I set the coordinates for Coruscant and puled up a chair" While your master is asleep.. How about I teach you how to play holochess?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She nodded eagerly, and we pased our time like that until we reached Coruscant.. We would need any stomach we had.. Espically for the sight we encountered when we reached home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-3034166765213435834?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/3034166765213435834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=3034166765213435834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3034166765213435834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3034166765213435834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/phoenix-rising-pt-2.html' title='Phoenix rising pt 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpCuaiQcVss/RlIRZiUN3eI/AAAAAAAAABI/bWEOQdFdkt8/s72-c/godfreydragonform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-8087260869251456963</id><published>2007-05-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:44:01.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Rising pt 1</title><content type='html'>After Phobia had briefed us on the atmposphere on Telos we stood and watched the big green planet come into view. I could feel her excitement at comming home at last. But our true home was at the temple, not here. She knew it as well as I. Lightsabers hidden from view we headed to the main house as Phobia spoke to the temporary head of the Offworld Corpration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent, eyes wandering the room, searching carefully for any sort of clue about Xanatos or Marasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words brought me back to reality" yes.. I only found out a little while ago and have come to claim my inheratance.. I have fallen down on my luck and need the money.. We don't want our daughter to grow up starving and having to resort to stealing for food.." oh she was good.the sad smile on her face was enough to melt the coldest heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well we just need to perform a small blood test ot make certain and all will be arranged"&lt;br /&gt;I could see her turn pale slightly at the thought of a needle and I squeezedher hand reassuringly.. Surely it would be one of those ltitle needles that just a prick and it was all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse entered and Phobia rolled up her sleeve. Belda buried her head in my arm, the incident of her getting her shots probably still fresh in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few seconds later, Phobia's arm had been bandaged and the nurse had left with the vial of her blood. Her eyes wandered the room curiously, searching for feelings of her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later we were leaving the Offoworld Corpration and heading into the mountains. A red headed woman was our guide up into the maulesoum. After a while we continued on our own.. Phobia walking ahead of us.. Seemingly lost in a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ma di la yo pan yon gonsi o da kesta dway bi ming milan les sa v ya fe ous su nigh o don give in to a crus sa gan lo gas sa to di la pin yaro may dor gin gway la di li cho me da la le la ya fin yarro ba le ma mor ma day bre ghan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over she sang until the sun sank low in the horizion. A hollow laugh and clapping caught my attention up to the building itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bravo.. voice of a songbird.. shame I'll have to cut it out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whipped around , and I drew my saber,blood pounding in my ears.. Who I saw was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-8087260869251456963?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/8087260869251456963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=8087260869251456963' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8087260869251456963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8087260869251456963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/phoenix-rising-pt-1.html' title='Phoenix Rising pt 1'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-5795308040492801898</id><published>2007-05-12T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:45:09.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping into the demon's playground pt 2</title><content type='html'>We battled back and forth , neither of us giving much ground until I had to duck out of the way when Pho soumersaulted over my head to avoid Atris.All of a sudden I heard a huge crackle and Pho 's fingers were steaming.. She had just used force lightning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the time to think of it just then because Hoth came barelling down on me. I flipped back over her head and reached for something I don't use often.. My double bladed saber. Two jets of blue light sprang forth and double bladed in one hand , single green in the other, Hoth and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued our duel.Phobia and I moved like water around each other , feding off one attacker one moment, ducking from another the next. I heard her voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's finish this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double Heilix or the Armegedon twister?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Armagedon Twister.. these two had it comming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved back to back, sabers raised in a defense position.She stepped just behind my left leg with her right. I swept her to the ground as though in a seemingly stupid mistake but in reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she went down her saber was straight up, embedding itself into Hoth's stomach. I jumped over Phobia as Atris gave chase to her. She rolled ot her feet and jammed her saber in Atris' back causing her to collapse into a pile of.. ..sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belda was still locked in combat with Marasha. They were batteling at the edge of the pit. I could feel the anger and frustration pouring off of Belda. Torn between normal emotions and wanting to fufill her destiny. Phobia ran forward just as she was about to push Marasha into the lava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Belda stop!"she yelled. Her hair whipped back and forth over the lava pit, her strength close to nothing.She was running on sheer will alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why? she deserves to die! I want to squeeze the life out of her with my bare hands!"&lt;br /&gt;We both knew that tone well. She sounded like Anakin, too much. images suddenly flased before my eyes.. I could see towo blurry shapes.. they were dueling here.. The ground shuddered underneath me.. It would be soon, very soon.. Blue on blue saber.. .. I got the sense I knew both of them but suddenly I was thrown from the scene as fast as it had flashed before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head snapped up at Phobia's shout and I saw her move herself into position to try and block the blow. The red blade cut into her thigh just enough to make her fall in pain.The dragon roared and I moved quickly to protect them both. " you want to fight? you fight me!"I could feel the shifting in my shoulders and back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon wanted to merge.. The black scales crept around me, my strength increased. My eyes were haunted and yellow, so Phobia told me later.&lt;br /&gt;My double bladed blue saber hummed quietly in front of me. I spared Marasha no mercy and I swung almost viloently at her. the speed and the intent behind me startled her , if not frightened her. I felt the wings starting to push themselves through.. If I didn't finish her fast.. Phobia and Belda were about to come face to face with my more draconic side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swept upwards and Marasha was forced to drop her saber as it roled away from her. She tried to reach for it but I stepped on her arm, enough pressure to make her pay attention" Don't, even, think , about ,it"I was in no mood for games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She vanished like air.. even her saber gone.. it was just us..Belda and I pulled Phobia to her feet and guided her to the ship. as I went to get some bacta for Pho's leg I heard her talking to Belda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Telos.. she intends to bring back someone I will NOT allow !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned, kneeling in front of her doctoring her leg " You don't mean.. " I hated to admit it.. but I think I knew who she meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes.. she went to her homeworld. .Now she will go to mine.. She wants to bring back father.. "&lt;br /&gt;" Who?" Belda asked puzzled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a shallow breath before answering her, this was one of the most delicate subjects for her to discuss" Belda, my father.. he was Xanatos. Qui Gon's first apprentice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her as she shook in anger and pure frustration mixed with rage. I understood where shewas comming from. She had lost all of her family. Her mother hated her, he r father had turned to the darkside because of her.. This was the last chance she had to keep her family's honor in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would not fail.. Something she could not see that I could.. the phoenix's fires burned brightly within her.. Soon.. she would have to know.. As the dragon guarded and aided me, the phoenix guards and aids her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-5795308040492801898?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/5795308040492801898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=5795308040492801898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5795308040492801898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5795308040492801898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/stepping-into-demons-playground-pt-2.html' title='Stepping into the demon&apos;s playground pt 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-5648583272697366130</id><published>2007-05-10T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:32:58.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping into the demon's playground pt 1</title><content type='html'>You know how they say out of the frying pan into the fire? Well , that about summed up Mustafar in my estimitation..Hotter than any dragon's fire could conjure, the planet was hell on earth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all changed into the lightest robes we had before we disembarked. I made sure Belda had some water to drink before we left. The heat outside would be unbearable and we would probably befighting.. without water she could very likely collapse from heat exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crawled over jagged outcroppings " Down there!" I yelled over the roar of the lava. I could see two figures fleeing through the darkened tunnel.Pho looked back at us as she weighed the decision in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going on ahead!" She dissapeared almost instantly, blending into the rock. My heart froze in my throat. Was she out of her mind? I scaled down the cliffside as fast as I was able, Belda just behind me, going a bit slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the bottom we took off at a run for the tunnel. we were about halfway there whenever the tunnel seemed to give way . I pulled Belda close and sent the force out in a barrier to try and shield us. if I was forced to change now I would bring down the whole tunnel. But if I had to I would... suddenly the tunnel stopped shaking . We ran the rest of the way into the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skidding to a stop I saw who Marasha's "freind" was. No way.. it couldn't be.. Catia..&lt;br /&gt;I pulled Phobia back," Are you out of your mind?" I held her tightly. She was insane.. certifibly insane. no sane person woud take chances like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad at her a little, but moreso it was out of worry and fear for her safety." You could have gotten yourself killed!" I didn't want to let her go, but we had to finish this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stone like coffin rose out of the ground, swirls and symbols painted on the lid. As it cooled the coffin opened to reveal a man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia covered Belda's eyes as a man rose out of the coffin. I watched his movements as he took the bundle of clothes from Marasha and dressed quickly. He was about as tall as Qui Gon , same build too. but he was older with a samauri bun atop his head and piercing brown eyes. A gasp left Pho's lips" Hoth.." she whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second coffin was rising now, a slimmer coffin. A woman's coffin.She rose out of the coffin with a lethal quickness before dropping to one knee right arm crossed over her chest to her left shoulder. Smiling Catia placed ornately carved lightsabers into both their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia backed up against me, voice a mere hiss" Godfrey, Hoth.. Belda.. Marasha is yours.. Atris is mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved for Lord Hoth, green blade ignited. he saw me comming and dropped back into an Okinawan sidestance before comming at me like a tiger.. Which ironically is what I could see through my dragon's eyes. So he was once a part ofthe DaiShujo order too, intresting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-5648583272697366130?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/5648583272697366130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=5648583272697366130' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5648583272697366130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5648583272697366130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/stepping-into-demons-playground-pt-1.html' title='Stepping into the demon&apos;s playground pt 1'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-1710275237079409971</id><published>2007-05-09T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:57:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows and Light Pt 2</title><content type='html'>With some help from the Ewoks and a few humans who had decided to call Endor their home we found out that yes. She had been here, and yes we had missed her. But she left with someone who apparently she had met on planet.My stomach sunk through the ground.. We were taken to where she had stayed. A spartan cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her childlike looks had decieved them all into thinking that she had "been seperated from her papa" as she had told them and if she stayed here he would come and search for her.&lt;br /&gt;" What did the person look like she left with?" I asked the translator.. A musle twitching in my jaw.. my patience with this goosechase was fast reaching it's end.&lt;br /&gt;" He was tall about six feet with brown hair, dressed like you two.He had a beard "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belda started to scream in horror and Pho collpased next to me , shaking as though in a fit of somesort.. i could hear voices, so many voices shouting at me in the force.. I couldn't tell what a one of them said there were too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Pho to her feet and conforted Belda as best I could. " Did she give any indication as to where she was going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man shook his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we were , at an impasse. Did we go back to Coruscant? Or did we search further, hopefully yielding a clue as to where she was heading now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I scanned the cabin for any other clues Phobia stopped, a giggle bursting from her lips. I turned to her questioningly" One ofthe twins just kicked me" she explained breathlessly. Her eyes were shining in awe and wonderment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grinning from ear to ear myself, " Really?" I couldn't help it, I placed a hand on her stomach and felt the kick again.. strong kick for such a little one.. it was hard to tell, even with all the old wive's tales I had heard in the palace of how girl's kicks were stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belda ran over in her eagerness and apparently there was another kick and a thought passed between those two. A second later phobia walked over to the corner of the cabin and knelt, picking up a small red rock" Firestone" she explained holding it in the palm of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Belda nodded" There was some that used to grow on Catia's homeworld! I remember reading about it in the archives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew where Catia had been bron orignally, a fitting place for a demon such as herself. And that was where we were headed next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly bid goodbye to the Ewoks who each gave us presents, though we were trying to be nice and not bring back any gifts. There were three symbols carved into the necklaces. Belda carried" Light" Pho's was" honor" mine was" strength" Well apparently the Ewoks knew us better than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steered the ship into orbit before making a fasttransmission to the council to update them on our progress. We were closing in on Marasha.. if we could just find out which spell she meant to use, we could set a trap for her, then spring it. Either way, this would end. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-1710275237079409971?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/1710275237079409971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=1710275237079409971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1710275237079409971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1710275237079409971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/shadows-and-light-pt-2.html' title='Shadows and Light Pt 2'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-1851130509077586515</id><published>2007-05-07T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:08:36.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows and Light pt 1</title><content type='html'>The ship was silent as a grave as we traveled to Endor. two tense days that no one said much of anything. the froce energy was drawn tight like a bowstring ready to snap at any moment. The silence unnerved me, it was like the calm before an epic battle. I had tried many things to break the silence, games, music, nothing helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia was looking worse and worse by the day. I suspected hse blamed herself for not being able to catch up with Marasha fast enough.This wasn't true. We had every obstacle working against us imaginable. First we got a late start behind her.. Second, Catia was forewarning her apprentice when we were close. I could sense it.. All in all we were doing pretty well, but she sunk deeper and deeper into a catotonic depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to the point over the two day journey, which to me seemed like a week; that she had to be pressured to take food. If left alone she would only sip some juice or water and stare blankly out the portside window with the most sorrowful expression on her face that could break a sith lord's heart.I tried to keep Belda upbeat and calm, but she was worried about Pho, as was I.Towards the middle of the second day she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Master Godfrey what's wrong with my master? She seems unhappy.. did something happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was at my wit's end for what else I could do to help her. I turned to check on the charts while I answered her" i don't know.. if you want my opinion I believe she blames herself for the fact we have not caught up with Marasha already. You might not have realizied this yet Belda but when faced with something like this,she will push until her goal is achieved, or someone else stops her. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded sinking into thechair nearby. Phobia was asleep, small whimpers escaping her lips.. It was the nightmares again. i rose and walked over taking her hand" sssh Pho it's allright.. I'm here.. " I cradled her head close, brushing her forehead with my fingers. She seemed to calm a little Then her screams penetrated the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" NO NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! PLEASE LEAVE MY BABY ALONE! YOU WANT SOMEONE SIDIOUS TAKE ME! SHE'S DONE NOTHING WRONG! MARA ! MARA!" She was tossing and turning at one point almost hitting her head on the durasteel wall harshly enough to bust her head open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her harshly" Phobia! Pho! please! wake up!" She continued to fight me with what remaining strength she had left in her body, considering the lack of food and exhaustion was not much.Tears spilled onto the pillow and blanket and I gathered her close, trying to protect her from whatever evil prayed on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she stopped fighting and her eyes opened. " Pho?" I asked tenatively. for a moment she didn't seem to know where she was, then she reached up hugging me tightly" Oh.. Force it was the dream again! I won't go to sleep ever.. I don't want to see it happen.. Oh god.. not my little Mara.. I would do anything.. give up my life as a Jedi.. anything.. I just want to rase them in peace.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke down crying, shoulders shaking almost to the point where I thought maybe a bone might break. the alarm beeped letting us know we were comming planetside but I wasn't about to leave Pho now to deal with the ship."Belda i need you to listen very carefully to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came up just behind me so she could hear my next instructions" I need you to go into the cockpit and press in this order, the red, blue and yellow buttons then there isa lever under the pilots's seat, pull on that slowly give it a little twist.. see?" I demonstrated for her.&lt;br /&gt;" Then take the yoke and guide the ship down gently.. if you think you might have some problems.. let the force guide you.. And I'll be right back here.. Your Master needs me right at the moment.. she's still really shaken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belda nodded and hurried off to do as I had asked.In a few minutes she had landed the ship and Pho was feeling well enough to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look out the window" Magnificant job Belda. I doubt Anakin could've done better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the near to perfect landing her padawan managed to excute Phobia smiled" Yes.. and when this is over.. I am going to teach you to fly if it kills me!" We all laughed at that one before gathering our things and heading out to go and speak with the local tribe of Eowks.. The planet's voice tells me many things.. Marasha had been here.. she had done something but I didn't know what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-1851130509077586515?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/1851130509077586515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=1851130509077586515' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1851130509077586515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/1851130509077586515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/shadows-and-light-pt-1.html' title='Shadows and Light pt 1'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-395337522714926463</id><published>2007-05-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:14:28.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke on the Water</title><content type='html'>Belda was sleeping in the other room while Pho and I were seated at one of the smaller tables in the cockpit. When the whole realazation had set in, Belda had seemingly become viloently ill and Pho had sent her to bed to rest until we landed. We kept our voices low so we didn't wake her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What do you think we'll find when we get there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Honestly, or do you want the best possible outcome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Honestly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think that the second urn will be gone too. Marasha didn't take the first without reason. Catia does nothing without reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia's control was tenous at best. This had traumatized her greatly, as it had to everyone. Qui Gon was a great man, my father had the utmost respect for him and they had spoken on numerous occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very faintly remembered whenever he had come to Corellia whenever I was a year old.i wanted to go to her, to pull her close and tell her everything would be okay; but everything seemed to move slowly around me, while everything else moved faster. Maybe it was my own hesitation, I don't know, but the only thing I could say as a form of comfort was " We'll stop her Pho. We have to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like rolling thunder pounding in my ears. I could feel her distress and anger. More so frustration than anything." but Godfrey what if we CAN'T? What if she carries through whatever plan she is concoting? I'm sick of fighting her. I'm sick of this whole thing. I just want peace. I want to be able to have my childen without having to look over my shoulder every second of every day. I don't want to have to worry that my family will be ripped apart just because of some stupid tradition or because of a two timing bastard who I now consider my brother! is that too much to ask? I just want everyone to live in peace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her knees hit the deck, sobs making my heart break all over again. There was only one day I had ever felt this miserable was in the other time paradox and she had told me what happened to her.. She tried to hide from me as I craweled down onto the floor next to her anfd lifted her back into her chair " We can get through this Pho.. You're strong, so am I. Together we can defeat anything. there's hope yet, just believe. I know that's hard for you considering all that's happened. But please.. Believe for us.. Believe for your children.. for the family we'll have soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at me, an arm wrapped around my neck. Her hair was a mess and her eyes red and blotchy from crying." Yes.. your right.. for Tai and Mara.." The moment seemed to stand still until an alarm went off telling us we were approaching Naboo . She rose quickly , the mask of the Jedi back in place. She went to Belda's room to wake her so we could meet with Queen Jamilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bowed to the Queen I could see she was shaken terribly, but also I could sense some other things that should not be present within the queen.. My suspicions were backed up whenever Pho slipped an arm around me, a possessive glare in her eyes, aimed directly for the Queen.. So THAT was it! I'd settle this once we got out of here, but for now, we had a job to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen explained on the way that we had been a few hours too late. that a young girl with curly blonde hair had broken in, stolen the urn and when the queen had tried to stop her she had been held hostage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia took the key from Jamilla and we made our way into the garden . The people of Naboo had tended this garden with extreme love and care. According to Jamilla it was an honor to be chosen to be a gardener here.Pho smiled as a white rose brushed her cheek. If I could I would remain in such a place with her forever.I looked over the garden looking for clues others might have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon reached outward and felt the black silt soil.So that was where she was going.. I turned back to Pho and Belda" " Com Master Yoda and tell him we failed to recover the second urn.We need to head to Endor next. See this dirt here?" I pointed to the bootprint near the fountain" It's red soil, native only to Endor. There's something else Marasha needs there, black silt soil. It's abundant there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paced lightly trying to think. What extreme would Marasha go to? Would she attempt full necromancy? Or had she lured us away from the temple for another reason? Master Yoda's anger hit me like a wave and it made me stagger.I heard Master Yoda's orders. ,do whatever nesscary to reclaim the urns. Even if it ment killing Marasha. I've never known yoda to be this.. vindictive I guess the word would be for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left, giving the key back to Jamilla who shot me a hot look behind her facepaint. The queen of Naboo? please you have to be kidding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had outfitted our ship for the trip to Endor . "Well that was awfully nice of her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho was pissed, and rightly so , but she made a very good job of hiding it." yah only because she was making goo goo eyes at you.. stupid painted hutt doll"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only blink.. I hadn't seen this side of Pho before.. It was intresting, for want of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, confused seemingly and she snapped " Are you freaking blind? she probably would've tried to cop a feel if she thought I wouldn't kill her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I was schooled to control my emotions, because I was near to laughing. If she would have tried.. she wouldn't have gotten too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew this would happen in such a situation and so did I. For the present I got to watch her posture while she proceeded to murder a Sidious dart board. All I'll say is this, she's my hellcat and I couldn't be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-395337522714926463?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/395337522714926463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=395337522714926463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/395337522714926463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/395337522714926463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/05/smoke-on-water.html' title='Smoke on the Water'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-8701649301938744883</id><published>2007-04-29T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:52:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this?</title><content type='html'>Sleep it's a very good thing let me tell you. Espically when your nice and confortable and have a stunningly beautiful woman using you for a pillow.. Yeah, life is good. the one thing you don't want to have then, guys who might read over here is a CAT. They are a pain and always ruin a good moment, I will be the first to tell you.We were going on a perfect moment, one in a million and the blasted cat has to ruin it..Oh well so much for sleeping in.. one of my pet peeves, nothing to do, sleep in.. There's never such a thing as too much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Pho had to get up to feed the cat and I was pretty much using every word I had ever heard the sailors at the docks use, the dog about nearly tackled me onto the bed and starts licking my face.Oh the irony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho after fighting to get the dog off me and finding my glasses I'm half walking half stumbling out to the kitchen where Pho has breakfast prepared. Ham eggs ,bacon hashbrowns, pancakes.. she's seriously trying to kill me with good cooking isn't she? Like I care much we hardly ever get to eat all THAT great anyway because of this or that so I take the minute and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Pho makes a beeline for her closet to get dressed she points out that my glasses are sitting half crooked on my face.. So THAT'S what Belda was giggling about all morning.Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Belda was helping Pho out with.. something I went in and threw something else on besides the black flame boxers Pho had gotten for me the last time she went shopping and my robe.. Once I got changed I was just slipping on my shoes when Pho asked for the chest in the corner. It was a long thing with greenman symbols stamped on it and lovely ironwork. I grabbed one handle and drug it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped back the lid and started rummaging for things. I could smell herbs, and old wood, and.. insence, several diffrent types of it.&lt;br /&gt;I heard her ask me for the silver miror which I pulled out of the chest and handed to her. She seemed to move with an earthreal grace,much like the old legend of the lady of the lake. When she spoke her wors reveberated through the room aganst the darkness I could feel " We are immune to their malice, their hate.We will not accept their guilt, or their intolernace. theirwords and thoughts are no bane to us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shields of pure energy raised against all five of us and the only way I can think of to describe it is like cellophane. The next ccame through the room like a whipcrack. I could see Catia prowling along the outer edges of the circle and she fell to her knees. "Neither master nor apprentice will hold sway over us any longer. The chains are cast away. Darkness be gone you have no place here!!" Catia tried to reach for her but the wax only hissed before she was thrown back forcefully and dissapeared. She wasn't gone oh by no means, but maybe for now Pho would have some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden my sight, force wise was sharpened a hundred fold, like fog had been wiped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pho why does it feel like that some dark cloud has been lifted from the temple?" I asked her taking the miror and setting it aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because it has been. Now the door is closed. It must be locked" she replied searching for what I guessed correctly being a moonstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pain given pain returned, thrice around the circle's bound evil sink into the ground. Shed my tears and lock thedoor Evil come into this place nevermore! Protect those of light seen and unseen gather us all in quiet harmony"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A web spun out everywhere from the flaming stone in Pho's hand before it slipped to the floor smashing into a thousand pieces. She waved everything back to it's proper place before running out the door. I was following close behind with Belda at my heels. there were shouts from down the hall and we encountered a huge crown outside the room of a thousand fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho slipped away from us and ducked inside. Belda and I were left standing there for a few moments before Phobia returned. She turned to Belda first eyes steely " Belda run back to your room and pack a fast bag. We leave for Naboo in 10 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could pick up on her urgency and her anger. Something happened, bad, very bad. We both ran back with her and we were packed and in route to Naboo in 5 minutes. She finally sat down and told us what happened ." The reason we are going to Naboo is that, the urn in the room of a thousand fountains was stolen. Qui Gon's urn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed at least what felt like a baseball sized lump in my throat. Qui Gon? Who would be that sick. that cruel to do something like this? What Pho said next confirmed it ." They fear whoever stole the first urn will try for the second.In fact I know they will.. There were void pockets all around the pedastal. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Marasha without a doubt. the question was .. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon whispered to me, it words chilled my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Necromancy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;evil..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-8701649301938744883?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/8701649301938744883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=8701649301938744883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8701649301938744883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8701649301938744883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-this.html' title='Why this?'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-328943073079736873</id><published>2007-04-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:12:46.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An exhausting end to an exhausting day</title><content type='html'>I went with Phobia to the briefing with Master Mundi. When he asked she explained shewasn't feeling all that well and I was there to give her a hand if needed.I listened attentively while Master Mundi explained that the third of the three girls who had seemingly inexplicibly gone missing was appearing off and on in the temple near Phobia's room every evening excactly at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master Mundi asked if she was feeling up to it she agreed immeditly. But I could see she still was feeling very ill between mormning sickness and this flu bug she had come down with within the past few days. She had been resting up until tonight . Assoon as this was overshe was going to rest weather she liked it or not. I was not going to let herself work herself sick just to make others happy. She needed to look out for herself. But that was eaiser said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we had gotten back to her room Belda and I made her a small mountain of pillows to sit on so she would be comfortable.She fussed and fumed no end that she didn't need all this but I insisted on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock hit 11:45 she cried out in pain clutching her head. I leaned over to see what was wrong and suddenly the windows burst open clanging and banging noisily. Over the next 15 minutes her headache abated and things quited down. As the last chime of midnight rang out through the room, I could see Phobia looking at the window and the small shadow that was rising slowly toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her feet touched the floor I looked her over a few times. Just by her body language I could tell she was being misled by someone.. she was filled wiht anger and hate.. There was a shadow of a dragon in her as well, but it was tainted with evil. the fact the dragon's twin was even there suprised me greatly but I didn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia greeted her and offered her a seat. She didn't take it however just then and burst into a tirade about" her master" I rose from my chair and went to the trunk unlocking it quietly and retrieving a small picture I returned to the others. " Is this your master?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon's eyes locked with mine and she burst into another wave of anger calling me an out and out thief. I could see Pho was getting pissed off slowly so it was best to diffuse this quickly. " just answer a few questions for us and the picture is yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flopped down in one of the nearby chairs and nodded curtly" Fine I'll answer your stupid questions, what harm can it do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a seat oppisite her" None that's what.Now how did you come by this picture orignally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My master gave it to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The year is 20 BBY" The reason why I said this to her is she seemed a little.. ehm.. outdated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When did your master give you this picture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 766 BBY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flicker of fear pass in Phobia's eyes.. If that was the case then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's right my master called me back from the dead! called me back to retrieve what was stolen from her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from her? What could.. A sudden flash of understanding passed in my mind.. And it was answered by her next answer.&lt;br /&gt;She stood flinging her arms out" The grimorie and the music box! she wants them both back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon was growing more and more powerful in the dark arts. if left unchecked too much longer then there would be a real problem on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia pleaded with her despretly, she knew above anyoneelse how any seemingly inadmite weakness could be exploited." Marsha I ask you to hear me.. Catia trusts no one.. she has no allies. her only ally is herself.. in the end she will dennounce you and leave you to the wolves! please turn back before it is too late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho was right completly and totally, even now I could feel the first seeds of deception between Catia and Marsha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening pays off more than you would think.. So Catia had struck Marsha? Humm.. this was per emper proof that Catia could not be trusted, but I had a suspicion that Catia was the only adult influence she had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bottom dropped out of the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a weakling just like she is! She is a liar! she is no Jedi! Look how she defies the code ! Not only did she marry but she even went further than that! You know those two twins she told you about? Well they are her's! She is going to be a mother! Did she tell you that? Did she trust you with that secret? the one she won't even tell her trusted brother Anakin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed to stop there.. I knew this was a corssroads point for Belda.. she would either take this one way or the other.. If she took it the wrong way then all was lost before it even had begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments passed and time resumed it's normal cycle.. Things were safe .. for now..&lt;br /&gt;Phobia got up and went to the trunk. She came back and handed Marsha the music box.. " one down one to go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" that's the only one your getting!" she snapped and I could see her hand creeping for her saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock chimed 12:15 " 45 minutes left now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho seemingly gave into Marsha's demands and went into the other room bringing back a book which remarkably looked like the grimorie and handed it to her.What happened next sent both of us for a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black mist filtered out of Pho's mouth and seemingly took shape acorss the room from us. Two cold sith eyes peered out. The only solid thing there. It was Catia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is this the book Master? Can you come and speak to me?" Marsha called looking around the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yes Marsha.. that is the book.. now take them and go to where we discussed.. " her voice was only a mere hiss like a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" but master what about the whelp?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ssshee will be delt with in my time, not yours.. When the time comes her blood will bespilt over the grand altar and the gryphon cannon will bring a new age of terror to the galaxy!"&lt;br /&gt;Smoke burst through the room and I ducked low trying to see through the black ink. When it cleared , Marsha was gone and So was the image of Catia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner than Marsha had dissapeared than Pho fled to the freasher.. Her stomach was still being obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later she pratically stumbled back out and I caught her before she collapsed entirely.Moving a few strands of hair off her forehead she asked Belda " Belda.. remember how I told you that things were not always as they appeared to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded seemingly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well that wasn't the real grimorie It was a fake.. " I could see she was trying not to kill herself laughing.. When I acutally realized which book she had used I nearly choked laughing myself.&lt;br /&gt;When Belda asked how we'd replace it it was my turn to answer" there's places we can go to find erm.. replacements"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it.. we both laughed ourselves silly for a good half hour before we could talk again.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally did Pho explained a few more things to Belda while I pratically drug myself to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon./evening had me dead tired. Finally Pho joined me a little while later i could see she was tired as I was. I pulled her close and ran a hand through her hair.. There was one thing that seemingly always managed to ease her mind so she could sleep.. and tonight it seemed to be needed despretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is to love and be loved in return" .We remained that way for the rest of the evening and finally the both of us falling asleep.. Tomorrow was going to be a busy morning.. Marsha would be back and this time we would be ready.&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-328943073079736873?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/328943073079736873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=328943073079736873' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/328943073079736873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/328943073079736873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/04/exhausting-end-to-exhausting-day.html' title='An exhausting end to an exhausting day'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-3374376325336682400</id><published>2007-04-19T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:28:15.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 paths,call of the darkside, and more problems</title><content type='html'>I kept a careful watch on Phobia as I drifted through waves of the force.My mind didn't go anywhere in particular until something snared my attention . Two memories in particular. the first happier than the latter.. I chose the worse of the two first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily. I was in Theed , the capital city of Naboo. I have known what will happen to the Jedi for years now but nothing it seemed could have prepared me for the devestation that the temple suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small gathered group of Jedi in the palace. We looked as though we were civillians, dressed in normal clothes.. Lightsabers out of sight and force signatures tamped down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hushed voices drifted around the room as they spoke of what was going on in the wake of the path of Vader's destruction. A few of the older knights were discussing the goings on the the Corellian system. They were what caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vader will not stop until he has found them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's ransacked two of the five already in his search"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Those poor children.. But we can't do anything more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vader will find the king's son too.. I heard he was a Jedi.. as is the queen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There's a martial arts master there.. Think he can stop then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Didn't you hear? he's already dead! Vader put him on display at the palace gates as an exmaple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled back unbeliving.. Grandfather dead? Then images flashed before my eyes.. The palace in flames.. People running for their lives.. Stormtroopers were firing in the plaza.. People fell like cattle to the slaughter . A man in a black suit , not unlike the storm troopers ones marched towards me , but stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recgonized him instantly. A cold chill ran through me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who tried to stand against him were cut down by his saber. " Where are they?" he boomed, darkside waves rolling off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew, thank god.. their minds had been wiped of my existance.And thusly Pho's and the twins as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the troopers.. It was Cody came running up and bowed" Sir they were here not an hour ago"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cold satisfaction on Vader's face..if he still had a face" Fan out.. no one leaves the system of the five brothers alive.. Burn everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown back.. heat and the smell of burning fleash assaulted my nose.. I stood, dizzy.. I could see even the mountain dojo was in flames.. I didn't turn my eyes to the palace gates.. I wouldn't.. I couldn't.. For the first time in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted revenge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted the empire dead.. and I wanted Vader dead.. by my own hands..Anger and rage burned through my body.. For a moment I felt a flicker of the darkside in me, but then there was a light.. powerful and hot.. like acid.. it burned away everything and replaced it with the other memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from my early childhood.. not out of my own memory, but I guess the force had seen fit to keep it for me .It was of my father and mother out in the garden.. Mother was sitting on the bench, a soft smile on her face as she held a squirming bundle.. Well.. On a closer look, I found out it was me as a baby.. Father was sitting next to her , a porud smile on his face as my sister, who was about 7 by that point I'd guess, was playing in the flowers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied my mother and sister closely.. my mother was calm, at peace with herself and hr surroundings. She was happy her family was together and safe. my sister hadn't a care in the world.. Her brown hair was flying around her face as the wind blew around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother anfd father rose and calling for my sister to join them they headed inside , the doors closing just as a downpour ripped from the heavens. The last thing I saw was the blurry image of my family as a whole before I was catapulted back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Phobia shaking as though in a seizure and I grabbed her shoulders shaking her forcefully. She blinked awake as though she had relived something she cared to forget. " Phobia are you allright?" the still pallor look of her face had me worried. Maybeshe did need to go see a healer, but then again maybe she needed more rest.I heard the last snatches of a song too.. Something was up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know.. I.. Something changed.. about my past.. " She shrugged helplessly as she tried to explain it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded listening where needed. I was just about to reply whenever her com went off.. It was Master Mundi. When she got off , she turned to me, her face looking even worse, eyes filled with worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There's a problem.. three younglings have went missing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart dropped.. Could today get any worse? I went to find her a spare set of robes" I'll make you something to eat real quick.. we need to get to the bottom of this.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my suspicions as to what excactly was going on, but I would reserve judgement until later on..It seemed as though the battle had only begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-3374376325336682400?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/3374376325336682400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=3374376325336682400' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3374376325336682400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3374376325336682400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-pathscall-of-darkside-and-more.html' title='2 paths,call of the darkside, and more problems'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-7360851045319600633</id><published>2007-04-14T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:46:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits and a rescue</title><content type='html'>There was a limit with the dragon. I was honestly afraid to let him have full control, espically what I had seen with Pho and Catia. but even with us working inconcort, the duel was even. Neither of us gave ground and I didn't dare do anything more drastic, this was my wife I was fighting , evil or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Catia would've had the courage to fight me in her own body, this fight would have been over by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to trip me and I jumped over her boot and used a force push to knock her off balance.She tripped over the lead piping of the ship and stumbled to the ground. I went in for the finish and she flipped over my head and struck out, her saber slicing into my back, the pain only slight in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had unwittingly pulled back for a punch when I saw Pho's face flash before my mind. I dropped my hand and I let the dragon take complete control. I only cared about saving Phobia and my children. No matter what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to move slower and I slipped behind her and pinned her in a sharp armbar, just on the barrier of breaking her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her saber hit the durasteel floor and the dragon eased back but was willing to jump to my aid at a moment's notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I win"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt void in the force for only a moment, then what I suspected was Phobia's presence in full control of her body. I eased up and stepped away. I eyed her critically.. Was Catia playing me for a fool? or did she truly keep her word?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey? ... I.. I didn't hurt anyone did I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the woman I fell in love with. She would never hurt another living soul if she could avoid it. Though she had been through multiple lifetimes she still held the same gentleness she always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shaking like she was in the throes of fever . Her knees caved under her and I caught her before she hit the ground.i lifted her off her feet and carried her back through the halls without a word. there were a few raised eyebrows at my actions but they could all go stow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the apartment the shaking got worse and worse and for a moment I thought she was going to have a seizure " Belda! What happened to Belda? is she okay? I.. oh force.. what have I done?" I set her down on her feet, trying to take some of the sickness from her. She stumbled for the freasher, skin white as paper.. Nothing came up but the pain in her head was almost debilatating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it clear on the otherside of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" sssh.. it's okay.. she's comming in with the medvac team.. she's fine but I had to leave her to chase after you" I pulled her close to me as I guided her back to bed. A part of me wonders why didn't we just stay on Corellia where we were safe and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you could never be content there, because you love to help others. And besides, Catia's evil would have tainted your sanctuary sooner or later&lt;/em&gt;. My conscience hissed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was right, though I wished not to really admit it in truth. I just wanted a safety for Phobia that she had never known.. safety for the two unborn children within her. They thrived healthily now though it was still early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their force signatures were off the charts even now When they would be born Tai and Mara would be immesnely powerful, also I could sense no taint of the darkside within either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia's tears brought me back to reality and I ran a hand through her hair rocking her back and forth" God what must she think of me? I .. I struck her.. for the love of god, don't I have any strength left in me? Was I even strong to begin with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could she not see what I saw? It disturbed me that she thought so little of herself.i tucked her head under my chin and pulled her close as I could and spoke to her, much in a way my father would speak to mother whenever she was troubled .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had told me stories of mother whenever I woke in the middle of the night, frightened by some dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I explained to her what happened Pho.. she knows this was not your fault. You are one of the strongest people I know.. Don't drag yourself down over this.. please.. You're worth so much more than this..You have always been strong.. never forget that.." one of my hands found her stomach and rested protectively there for a moment " Your children need you Phobia, I need you.. I can't do this without you.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reflection would frighten the bravest of souls. Her skin was ghastly white, hair looking something akin to a tumbleweed.Her face was sunken in, no doubt from Catia leeching so much energy from her.Her hands.. god above she looked like a straight zombie.. My poor Pho.. she's done so much and even a small respite of peace cannot be granted her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Phobia, please sleep.. I'll watch over you.. Regain your strength"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can't sleep Godfrey .. the nightmares.. they will reclaim me again.. please don't make me go to sleep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying harshly, shaking like a leaf in my arms. I embraced her gently and kissed her, at the same time usin g a sleep suggestion and she slackened in my embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure she was warm and comfortable and i lapsed into meditation over in the corner. Someone had to have a sane head.. and right now, I doubted if it was her. My mind was muddled and now was a good a time as any to set myself straight, maybe see what I had missed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until Later&lt;br /&gt; Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-7360851045319600633?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/7360851045319600633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=7360851045319600633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7360851045319600633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7360851045319600633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/04/limits-and-rescue.html' title='Limits and a rescue'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2639404075524878995</id><published>2007-04-10T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:47:12.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusion</title><content type='html'>After I met the med vac team out in the landing bay, something crawled up my spine. it was like the trail of cold fingers ofa dead person. It set my senses on end. When we arrived I assisted where I could. First reuniting children with their parents, healing wounds, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat of the air made it hard to think and as I was tending to a young girl who had a bad cut on her forehead, I looked over and saw Belda come flying past me, the force propelling her backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped low and caught her as she flew by me. As i set her odwn I saw the brick wall which she undoubtly would've had the misfortune to make the acqiantince of had i been a second slower. On her cheek there was allready a deep black and blue mark. " Belda, what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying and hugging my leg in utter fear as I tried to calm her" Master godfrey, my master hit me! she hit me!.. She never hits me! What did I do wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my fingers brush over her cheek as I used a healing technique to make the briuse and pain dissapear. I reached through the force towards Phobia, but instead I found a wall of darkness and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Belda, that wasn't your master.. it's Catia" I told her to go with one of the medvac assistants as the yellow speeder zipped overhead. A force propelled jump brought me to the edge of the tailwing and I hung on as we careened towards the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A narrow tuck and roll brought me away from the explosion and I reached for my saber, flipping on the ignotion switch. She was so preoccupied with getting to Pho's fighter I was able to almost rest the blade on her shoulder before she noticed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon raged inside me but I quieted him" Catia, release her, you are not welcome here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to face me, cold blye eyes boring into my own. it was like eletric ice flowing through me... A part of me was utterly enraptured but the dragon's fury burnt it away like kindling.. she refused to let Phobia free and then made a few choice wisecracks that would've turned a normal man to a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anything but normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardened scales were creeping down my arm. I could slowly feel the dragon fusing with me, but I used the force to stop the change for the mement.. i relaxed a little and looked at her over the rim of my glasses" I will make you a bargin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You duel me here and now. I win you release my wife and go back to where you belong. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was about to say sickened my insides and I could feel Phobia screaming in my mind not to do it, but I pushed it aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you win, we go somewhere away from here, just you and I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached past Catia's mind to Phobia who was shielding Tai and Mara with all of he strength &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Phobia I love you with all my heart. Trust me and have faith. I will save you. no matter what it takes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red blade hummed to life and she took her stance . Okinawan backstance with a Soresu opening. A sturdy stance but not impenetrable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took my front stance with a reverse Soresu blade . The scales shot up my arm and I could feel the dragon's blood becoming one with mine, the most perfect moment for a fighter, when you are one with your fighting spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leapt as one blades clashing in the dim light. The force was on my side, but I would do whatever I had to to save Phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;br /&gt;Godfrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2639404075524878995?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2639404075524878995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2639404075524878995' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2639404075524878995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2639404075524878995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/04/fusion.html' title='Fusion'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-981422942988864641</id><published>2007-04-04T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:07:13.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Phoenix</title><content type='html'>Phobia a week on bedrest was intresting to say the least. She fought me tooth and nail on every little thing. The first two days she was more than willing to let me help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect it was because she was still feeling woozy from the drugs the healers had given her tohelp with the pain. By the fourth day her stubbrounness had returned 10 fold. Her'es what playing chess was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Check, you know you don't need to turn the board for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know but I want to help you, and besides you have another four days of bedrest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I nearly died and was up within a week! This is minor at best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Minor? Minor! Pho, you nearly were paralyzed from the waist down and you call that minor?Did Grievous wack you on the head too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No he didn't checkmate. now can I move?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not without help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it went.. Poetry became the subject of the afternoon and morning. While she slept, still on the medications, I was at combat pratice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were doubling up my classes and frankly it was wearing on my patience and strength.But when Pho's week of enforced bedrest&lt;br /&gt;was over, an afternoon out at the opera and a double sundae with chocolate, bananas and nuts cured all woes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be more specific a few hours later all woes were cured.The little ,ehm ": misconception" you can read about over on her blog.I was still asleep after they had left, thanks to a pain pill because ofa bad throw gone wrong at combat pratice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise.. NEVER try to throw anyone over 5'9" It hurts.. Believe me , I know for a fact. My com rang and I think I actually fell out of bed to answer it.There&lt;br /&gt;was something wrong.. I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey! There's been another attack!.. It's the ice cream parlor!.. Get a medvac out here STAT! there's wounded and possibly some casulties!" The com clicked out. I dressed hurriedly and as I joined the medvac team I could feel that this day was only about to get worse.. and it had started SO well too.&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-981422942988864641?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/981422942988864641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=981422942988864641' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/981422942988864641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/981422942988864641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/04/rising-phoenix.html' title='Rising Phoenix'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-783121826115961686</id><published>2007-03-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:40:29.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Combat Pratice, my domain, my playground</title><content type='html'>Combat class.. heh.. sounds normal.. it's not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First came the younglings/padawan class. It was more about getting the general stance and the ideals right than anything. Simple there.. then the elder padawans. There's where the tricky part came into play. They were learning to spar. I called up a good match. Padawan Ju'valk, a female Twi'lek vs Padawan Xiss.. a zabryak.. i knew Zule didn't like fighting and through this I hoped to maybe bring out that latent flame that I could feel burning in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a knack for knowing when someone is not giving it 100 percent.it is something I think I got from my grandfather.. But I use this to bring out the best in anyone ho falls under my teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padawan Xiss did not make it past 2 minutes into the match. Other matches came and went, no one else of note tobe honest. And here I had such high hopes for Xule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets fun for me is whenever I get in the Jedi Masters and even some of the council members for class. Then it's my time, not their's. you walk into the training room, you walk into my playground. As for martial arts combat I have surpassed all except for a few. Grandfather taught me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were running through a series of basic line drills when I could feel it.. Mace.. he was not giving it everything he had. The drill was, palm heel strike, round kick, spinning back kick, backfist, reverse front snap kick reverse punch. Some of the masters werehaving troubleand I corrected where nesscary. But Mace, he just stopped and stared at me entirely with a scowl" you expect me to remember this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demonstrated for him again then I gave a warning" Mace, Don't give me any lip.. your on my time.. or do you want to be on wall drills until I say stop?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me blustering" I'm a council member! you would not dare!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply pointed to the far wall" 5 count.. get moving, don't stop until I say."&lt;br /&gt;Mace though very angry, complied cussing under his breath. I turned back to the rest of the class and continued drills, then into weapons and then finally into kata and not once did I turn an eye to Mace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when class was over I went over and helped Mace to his feet. He was sweating all over and shaking like a limb in a storm. " did you learn anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded" Never cross the teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded in assent" That and I'm not one to tick off"&lt;br /&gt;Mace grinned weakly and then I was left alone in the training room until late, running through kata and praticing with my bo staff. A gift from grandfather, it's adorned with a golden dragon and easy for me to handle. Then my com went off.. Pho needed me to look into something for her.. well two things.. 1 being any information I could colelct on a place called "the Works" and secondly.. how long would it take to prepare a birthday party for a certain padawan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-783121826115961686?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/783121826115961686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=783121826115961686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/783121826115961686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/783121826115961686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/combat-pratice-my-domain-my-playground.html' title='Combat Pratice, my domain, my playground'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-8918494611285868690</id><published>2007-03-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:51:44.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dragon's wraith</title><content type='html'>Blows were exchanged as the three of us fought over the high deck overlooking the canyon.Phobia and I moved in sync, when one dropped the other struck. Seemlessly we were dismantling the general. He was near the end whenever I felt air under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been careful enough and he had shoved me over the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to the force to jerk me to a stop on a ledge that was cut into the cliff just high enough I could stand comfortably. I reached out to Phobia over out bond, reassuring her that I was okay and that she should keep going until I could rejoin her.Then I began the slow tortorus climb up the cliff face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks tumbled thousands of feet below me and the height itself was simply dizzying. it was slow going and fianlly i managed to get myself up onto level ground. I had went around to the path we had just come up . there were metal rafters hanging above, and with Grievous occupied with Phobia, and Belda I saw where I needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;I swung up into the rafters and precariously picked my way along until I was just above Grievous' head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole world stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so slow yet so fast at the same time. I saw the lightsaber come up and I tried to yell to Pho to get out of the way but I was too slow. The dragon clambered for blood and I let him loose fully and utterly. Grievous would die by my hand before this day was done.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped and jammed my saber up into Grievous' synthskin gutsack and tearing his chestplate wide open. I was about to strike the final blow when he ran. Coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red haze before me dissapated and I ran to Pho's side. She was lying limp and almost lifeless on the deck. " How bad is it?" I asked her, pulling her upper body up enough she could rest her head on my lap. My throat clenched viloently and my head was spinning. Was I about to loose the last person I loved so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The bastard cut my spine in two, what the hell do you think? " she snapped, I could see the pain ripping through her body as though it were tanglible.Well at least she hadn't lost her sense of humor.. Her next words .. if they had been a vibroblade.. I would have been dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I don't know how long I have Godfrey.. please, just hold me for now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not?I made her as comfortable as I possibly could, a hand drifting up to her forehead brushing her face.I prayed to whatever deity that was listening the force.. anyone.. anything.. I couldn't losse her now.. I just couldn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was speaking to someone.. was it Belda? .. yes. .Belda thought that she was at fault.. that she was the cause of Phobia's injuries.. that was the furthest thing from the truth but I couldn't bring myself to say anything right then, so I just listened as Phobia explaned it all to Belda with a quiet grace that she's always had, though never believes it.She was crying now too.. i hated to see he cry.. I wiped her tears , doing whatever I could to try and calm her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel a whisper of the darkside ,but at this point I was so.. lost I ddn't know nor did I care who it was.. If it was Dooku, may the force have mercy on him because I knew I would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it wasn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Catia, and she offered.. hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia quietly explained to me that Catia could heal her but sh would be in a LOT of pain and the seal around Catia's power might break. If it did.. The oceans would scream in sadness, the mountains bend their peaks in woe.. or Sith Emperess Ravenstone would be unleashed once again. And this time her vengance would be utter, absoulete and genocidial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not have been the way of the Jedi, but I was tired of being a Jedi..  As a jedi I had lost everything I had cared for, my mother, my father, and my sister. i simply could not loose my wife too.I was just a man who despretly wanted to save the woman he loved. Even if it meant selling my very soul to the devil.I gripped her hand as she told Catia do do what she had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She squeezed my hand until I was positive the cartilage would break. I told Belda to reeach in my belt and retrieve the green capsule and the syringe as well as the blue capsule. the green causule was a heavy sedative the blue was simply water. I mixed the two then injected them into Phobia's arm. I lifted her using the force and making sure to keep her back straight I got her int the fighter and into one of the cots. I told Belda to keep an eye on her and come find me if she seemed to grow worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an advantage of being prince of Corellia, my father played double agent for a time. At one time he had organized the biggest double crossing the Trade Federation had ever seen. i took one of the old Trade Federation routes that wasn't so messed up one couldn't pilot it and we were at Coruscant within 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke I was nearby" W.. where are we?" she either took a hit to the head or that sedative was stronger than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that she was abouthalfway healed but still needed to see a healer as I piloted the shuttle into the bay.There were two healers waiting to take Phobia to the med wing and Belda and I went before the council together to give the mission report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About another three hours of questioning and we were free to go. I made sure to get Belda tucked into bed though she wanted to go and see Phobia despretly. I was just about to doze off from utter exhaustion whenever my com rang ,it was Pho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" They managed to repair my spine.. I'm on a week bedrest in my room.. no strenous activity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No strenous activity? Well I see we both thought alike whenever it came to what to do with a week in bed..A small smirk formed on my lips without me realizing it.. Oh well.. no such luck.. She paused for a moment.. She probably picked up on that too and was probably trying not to sit there and laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey I have some other news..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed rather uncertain . Reachign through theforce I found her calm was masked my an utter burst of excitement wanting to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's going on Phobia? " Stars end.. what else could be going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey.. I.. we.. Godfrey, I'm pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? My head was spinning.. I thought quickly.. that moon tonic Rosalie gave her to prevent children must not have worked.. But pregnant? I was utterly estatic!" Pho this is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you find out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" tonight.. I just woke up from a fainting spell when Dollie told me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you allowed to come home tonight? if so I'll be right down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I can come home tonight, in fact Dollie is encouraging it.. I'll see you in a few"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the com line went dead i pratically tripped over my boots going to pull on a fresh shirt.. I was going to be a father.. wonders never cease.. I was going to be a father!&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-8918494611285868690?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/8918494611285868690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=8918494611285868690' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8918494611285868690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8918494611285868690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/dragons-wraith.html' title='The dragon&apos;s wraith'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-7495498872192808810</id><published>2007-03-17T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T21:05:24.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival on Utapau and a boga ride</title><content type='html'>Two books later and a short nap and we had arrived .I gathered a few things and then had Belda go and wake Pho from where she was asleep in the back of the fighter. Utapau reminded me somewhat of grandfather. Calm, quiet, and complex.When we landed, I watied by thefighter while Phobia took Belda with her to speak to the Utapauian chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited I thought over the discussion we had had while she had slept in her head.She feared something was going to go wrong, terribly wrong.I could feel it too and I feared for her.But we had to complete this mission to the best of our ability, no matter what reservations we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much debate we were able to center ourselves for the task ahead. I honestly do not know what I would do if I lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her message to Cody brought me out of my trance. So it was time.We both changed into black sith like robes. I much prefer brown myself, but black better blended in with the setting sun of Utapau.The three of us climbed in silence, the tenshion thick enoguh to be cut wiht a knife until we reached the fourth level.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of bogas filled my ears. We were at a boga stable. I left Phobia and Belda behind as I spoke to a stablehand. A few moments later I pulled Phobia along behind me as we walked down the line. Then .. I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong shoulders, a strong beak, clear eyes.. And there was this undeniable pull in the force that guided me to her. I patted her beak and pulled myself up into the saddle before Phobia could ask if this was the right one. She climbed on behind me and pulled Belda between us. A small click and the boga took off climbingthe stony pathways towards the top. The 10th level.. A part of me hungered for battle after so so long. Grandfather had trained me to fight. if I went without a fight for too long I began to grow restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon in me clambered for battle and it took some doing to disuade it forthe present. Well actually, some memories from Phobia did the trick nicely. My whole body thrummed in response and I was able to speak , casting a half eye back on her." Pho.. not now , this is definitely not the time.." I heard her explain away our conversation and concentrated on getting myself back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the dragon's fury rise within me, keeping it at a simmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the ninth level monents later and Phobia sent the boga galloping back down the hill. Together the three of us climbed the last hill and hid ourselves above Grievous' headas he stalked up and down his lines of guards.On a signal we all dropped down silmatanously. My lightsaber a blur of movement, the dragon within guiding my hands. I moved efortlessly taking care of theguards in a few fast strokes. Belda deflected the blaster bolts at my back as Phobia faced Grievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later a pile of scrap metal lay in a ring around us. The driods were scrap, now only Grievous remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A Jedi.. what do you know.. I had expected them to send someone of a more illustrious rank after me .. pity .. pity.. and a baby? is this the best the Jedi have to offer? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shortsighted Grievous was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped up , shielding Belda and replied curtly " That should tell you something General. you are a toy. A puppet for others. A slave to the banking clan. You aren't important enough for the higher ups to worry about you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that pissed him off. good. I wanted a crack at this tin can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is that so eh? Well whenever they find your corpses in the space above coruscant then they will listen to us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leapt into the air, four sabers ignited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia and I lept at the same time, sabers ignited. Girevous would become scrap. One way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-7495498872192808810?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/7495498872192808810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=7495498872192808810' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7495498872192808810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7495498872192808810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/arrival-on-utapau-and-boga-ride.html' title='Arrival on Utapau and a boga ride'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-5051258510142312610</id><published>2007-03-14T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T19:17:54.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return home, a determined Jedi and a new mission</title><content type='html'>The trip back from Corellia was uneventful for the most part. Pho was curled up nex to me, a datapad in her hands for most of the trip typing steadily.. Another blog entry no doubt. When we landed I was relieved because.. well let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were into the latter part of ou flight when she dissapeared into the fresher to get some water after another nightmare. I should have known something was wrong but I didn't catch it til it was too late. I found bottle after bottle of diffrent pain medications. it was like a kid's candy store.. Cortalizine, Diapenephrin.. just to name a few. I couldn't believe how many were in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that I knew for a fact none of them were anything the healer's had given her.&lt;br /&gt;She had taken force knew how many and just collapsed onto the bed, no warning.. Scared the living daylights out of me but once I was sure she was allright I got rid of every last bottle of pills. Then I took the ship off autopilot and steered us towards Coruscant. We were there within the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke groggily whenever we landed.." We're here.. " I said lowly so not to startle her too much. Well that was unavoided whenever Belda came running up to greet us. That was a welcome suprise considering all the celebrations, double crossing and backstabbing that had happened. Belda told us of a sith who had attacked her and her freinds. But she had done very well in helping to catch him and getting him out of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Phobia saw the new orders for the mission, she got that determined look that I knew not to mess with unless I had a death wish.She ran off to the council room and I took Belda back to help her pack. This was going to be a long night.. but that look.. Pho would get her way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I found out the next morning she did. She had wasted most of her rest time but she had convinced the council to let them take Belda with us.Flight prep only took 10 since it was a prototype of Anakin's.I ended up piloting while Pho explained to Belda where we were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While steering.. I was having my own problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Girevous' reputation.. He was almost undefeated with the exception of Mace Windu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Belda with us, we might have some problems. I know belda needs to get out into the field more but was THIS the mission to do it on? But then I heard grandfather in my head speaking from years past. " if you don't do it now you never will. " He was right. It had to be now or never. I just hoped she could hold up to whatever we ran into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our duty was to take out Grievous.. and protect Belda. Though a wraith I fear haunts our steps closer than I would like. Phobia had fallen asleep. I could tell through our bond and I sent as much calming energy to her as I could. Keeping an ear open in case Belda needed anything,I settled back with Othello to read. It would be a long flight&lt;br /&gt;Until later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-5051258510142312610?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/5051258510142312610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=5051258510142312610' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5051258510142312610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/5051258510142312610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/return-home-determined-jedi-and-new.html' title='Return home, a determined Jedi and a new mission'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-2989831082847410156</id><published>2007-03-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:17:48.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A split mind and a celebration</title><content type='html'>My feelings that morning were rather mixed I had to admit. With my father's passing so very recent and the news that, he had indeed been poisoned, my heart was in two diffrent places.To help I went to the training room to pratice some and meditate. I was hoping I could bring my focus back to the present and today, not what had happened but what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of Bassai Dai whenever I heard the door open. " I figured you would be here" he said walking over and picking up a bo staff, making a few passes with it. I finished with my kata and found my staff on the wrack . As we dueled we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can't bring all of me to the present and today. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why? You have no idea how excited she is, what's troubling you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I found out excactly how my father died"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He didn't die of natural causes? And besides why are you worrying about this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No he didn't. He was poisioned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Poisioned? Who would want to get rid of your father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's the problem, no one. The servent who was new here dissapeared the day before he died. He had been serving father's evening wine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So find him and get rid of him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's not that easy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" what are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" With the poision was traces of darkside energy. It was Sidious.. He had my father poisioned. That particular poison is hard to come by, virtually impossible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And unless I miss my guess you're worried you'll fail in protecting Pho? you know she can take care of herself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's just it. Dad could take care of himself too.. He didn't always look like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a holo from my pocket. It was out of habbit I carried it around anymore. I didn't get to see him that much. The newest one was taken at my last visit just a week ago"see? This was taken a week before he died. you saw how he looked. Older than yoda."&lt;br /&gt;Anakin frowned as he replaced his bo staff on the rack below mine. " your right..Sidious was behind this" his eyes took on a particular gleam and I knew better than to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" All I can say is this.. Help her.. love her. she begins to fall, don't let her go.. Fight for her if you have to.. But don't smother her. She's handed my head to me when I've done it.. The same with Obi Wan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only nod, then I glanced at the clock" It's after 4! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both ran helter skelter outta there to go get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, nervous as a gungan standing there at the altar waiting for her. Just as the clock hit six the chapel doors swung open.. I thought for certain I had died she looked so perfect. I thought I was in the presence of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin was next to her, getting the honor of giving her away. I could feel it though I could not see them.. Mom and Dad were there as well as Xanatos.. They all had passed into the force but there presences were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle squeeze from her and my name whispered on her lips brought me back to reality.i somehow kept my mind enough to not screw up and finally though not soon enough the force rused over the both us like a tidal wave, binding us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed her I thought for sure my knees were going to buckle the feeling was so intense. I didn't want it to end and neither did she. But a good natured jib from Anakin somehwere off to our left brought her away from me long enough to wack him alongside of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was one of the biggest parties Corellia had ever seen. It lasted long into the night with too much drinking for just about everyone there.. Anakin caught her garter which I found almost too much not to kill myself laughing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to leave about 2 hours into the reception however, the council would be looking for him soon.. Pho was rather upset about that and understandably so . The council would always be our primary worry from now on. But for the moment.. I made sure she didn't worry about anything.. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-2989831082847410156?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/2989831082847410156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=2989831082847410156' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2989831082847410156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/2989831082847410156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/split-mind-and-celebration.html' title='A split mind and a celebration'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-3867022498753537597</id><published>2007-03-08T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:33:45.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A final Farewell</title><content type='html'>Somehow I found myself awake earlier than she was. I rose quietly and headed downstairs to make some fast arrangements. When I was done I left Phobia a note while I prepared lunch for us before a shopping trip.The dress I had left for her was the one my elder sister had worn to mother's funeral. That was before the sith came after her because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm not as perfect as you might have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just finishing my own lunch when I could hear her hurried footsteps on the stairs . the second she saw food her eyes lit up and she was scarficng what was left like a starved wookie.. She doesn't think I have noticed her energy dips but I have, hence why I made extra.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were both finished we headed own to the bazar which was set up in the square . I let Pho on her own but I stayed close by in case she needed me. The bazar isn't the best place for a woman to be alone, even a Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later orso we were heading back to the house . A white box with a green ribbion hidden in my jacket .I had seen her eyeing a certain necklace in one of the shops . She hadn't gotten it thinking it was too expensive.. Well.. she was in for a suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of heaviness settled over my chest as I dressed for the funeral. My arms felt like lead weights and after what seemed like an eternity I had finished dressing and made my way to my room where Pho was , trying her best not to have a hissy fit over the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see what the problem was.. the lower laces were all knotted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guided her to her feet then while she held the front of the dress in place I laced up the back with ease.She looked up at me gaping. the look was utterly adorable on her face. " How did you learn to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a girlfreind whenever I was about 17 and she had a fondness for corsets.. For my own sanity I had to learn how to be quick unlacing and relacing her.. but all I said was" I had a lot of pratice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked utterly.. spellbindingly perfect.She pulled her hair up into a french bun and secured it with the golden dragon combs .We were just about to leave whenever I pulled out the box from inside my tunic " A suprise for you.. now no complaining, just open it okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the box and with shaky hands tore open the paper and removed the ribbion. A soft gasp of suprise was the only thing heard in the room as she lifted it out with shaking hands. " How.. how did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't about to tell her I had been shadowing her most of the afternoon , instead I just placed the neckace around her throat, fastening the clasp in the back. " Nevermind how I knew.. we need to get going.. We'll be late beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Anakin in the great hall. He had settled for a lighter version of his Jedi robes , and his lightsaber I couldsee was tucked under a black sash he had found. The three of us preceeded outside to a waiting coach drawn by my father's four best stallions outfitted in black plumage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach was made of pure silver.. It was one of those that was only used on special occasions. As the coach rolled over the path I could see in my mind's eye the same scene almost years ago. but this time I was only about 3 and my father was still here. Though he was much younger, his eyes were red with crying and I didn't understand why. My mother's death hadn't registered with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body shook as I remembered that horrible blood tinted afternoon . She was dressed in her favorite pastel dress set on a pyre near the sea. When they lit the pyre I tried to throw myself on it.. I knew they were hurting mother.. They couldn't..! Father had to drag me back kicking and screaming.. He held me while I cried for her.. so did my sister. They had cried all their tears and had no more left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own screams of anguish echoed into my head as the coach dirfted to a halt. Phobia's hand on my arm broguht me back to reality. " Godfrey.. it's time.. I'm here.. you can do this.. "&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, stepping mutely from the coach. I saw the Anglo and the Normandian factions standing nearby and I was about ready to just bang my head on the nearest tree. This was the last thing I needed.. couldn't they let us alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember excactly what I said to the people there but my voice faltered all too soon. Phobia found her's and somehow managed to difusse the conflict that father and I had fought to stop for the past 10 years. Though there was one bold one who asked her what right hse had totell them what to do.. I was going to intercede but she replied before I could. I used my free hand to stop Anakin from going for his saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want any fighting going on .. not now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone passed me the longbow and handed me an arrow which I dipped into the flames. I forced my mind to calm as Phobia was handed the second bow. Two arrows hit the pyre and it was a blossoming fireball.Wearily an arm wrapped around Phobia's shoulders and puleld her close. I could feel both mother and father as though they were stading just behind us.. From Phobia's look, I had a suspicion they were .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carriage ride back I was grateful it was just the two of us because there were a few things I had to explain to Pho that judging by the look of suprise on her face, she had never even heard of a lot of it.By the time we were back at the house, Anakin had already retired for the night . I brought her upstairs and had Rosalie help her get dressed for bed while I changed out of the funerary garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep didn't come easy for me and the next morning I was up by sunrise and I went ot the garden running through katas. I was comming off the downward block on Heian Nidan whenever Anakin joined me and jumped right in. That was unexpected to say the least, though it's good to have an equal when it comes to kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin made a small gesture with his hand and I looked up towards thebalcony.. Pho was leaning on the railing watching us at work.Well if she thinks this is good.. I'll have to remember to run kata out here more often..&lt;br /&gt;Until Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-3867022498753537597?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/3867022498753537597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=3867022498753537597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3867022498753537597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/3867022498753537597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/final-farewell_08.html' title='A final Farewell'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-4561402155509714384</id><published>2007-03-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:30:37.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellos and Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>The trip itself was without incident. I looked forward to seeing the lush greenfields surrounding my home once again. But most of all I couldn't wait to show Phobia around and show her the places I had been, maybe even take her to meet Sensei Porgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were wide with exictement and awe as we headed for the house. I made a mental note to show her aroun the gardens later. There was a view from the balcony in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went inside I saw one of father's servents come rushing up. The force screamed at me in warning that something was wrong, terribly wrong. It was Rosalie" Godfrey, you've came.. just in time.. please hurry.. it's your father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom dropped out of my stomach and I hurriedly pulled Phobia along with me as we followed Rosalie down the long hall towards my father's room. The stench of death, masked by flowers grew stronger with each step we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened the door my knees nearly buckled under me in utter fright and horror. There lay my fahter, but something had happened to him. He had not looked like this when I had visited wiht him just weeks prior. My father was only in his 50's but lying there , he looked over 700 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat closed tightly like a vice and I could not speak. Phobia gripped my arm, a bit confused by what had me so upset until her eyes saw what mine did" is that?" she whispered, not really sure and I could feel for my sake, praying she was wrong. It wasthen father opened his eyes and turned to us, his eyes falling on me then shifting to her with a small smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He motioned her closer and I dropped back for a moment to try and allow them some privacy so they could speak.Furtunately I was too young to remember this almost same scene about 23 years ago whenever my mother Aurora passed away. It was she who had intruduced me to Sensei Porgan. A little known fact. She was his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't told til years later and even then when I brought it up to him, he seemed to hurt to want to speak of it so I let the matter lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a flash of light in father's eyes then his head fell back on the pillows and he stilled. The force swelled in acceptance of his soul then settled back into it's normal cycle. A feeling of disilousionment settled over me, like I was here and I wasn't here. that maybe this was all a bad dream and I'd wake at the temple realizing I had drank one too many cups of jawa juice or cofee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as she kissed his forehead in respect then she rose and came to me and forced me to look her in the eye. " Listen" she said , gently but there was a firm stubbrounness to her voice that somehow brought me back down to earth. " You still have me you will always have me . Now why don't we go for a walk? Maybe get settled in, help clear your thoughts. Let's just get out of here for now, let them do their job." she mumured indicating the servents who were waiting for us to leave so they could prepare him for the funeral late that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always managed to bring outthe best in me, no matter what sort of self imposed hell I walked through.I wrapped an arm around her waist, a thin smile on my lips and guided her out of the room . I knew just where to go to help us both. I know of the nightares she has. She wakes in the middle of the night, paralyzed by fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did let me write down what she sees, so maybe a pattern can be found. The only times anymore she has no nightmares is if she takes copious amounts of drugs which will eventually one day destroy her if she doesn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed open the huge glass doors and guided her into the garden. There was a special tree in the middle of the garden that Sensei had given me to raise when I was only about 4. It is his treasure and it still flourishes today under tender love and care. It is a precinius tree that buds crystals on each equinox. The crystlas are sacred and are some of the strongest talismans to help stop nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth opened and she didn't say a word ,but just gaped. After a quick prayer of thanks to the tree I plucked one of the thickest crystals and threaded it onto a black leather rope before tying it behind her neck. The crystla glittered in the mid morning sunlight as a fog rolled in. " For your nightmraes love" I grapsed her hand with a reassuring squeeze just to make sure she was still able to retain concious thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shot to her feet and pratically tackled me in a hug" How can I show you truly how I feel? I mean saying it is one thing , but you know what they say actions speak louder than words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback for a moment.She normally didn't let anyone into her head ,no one at all. But without me realizing it both of my hand s found their way to her temples and I kissed the center of her forehead before loosing myself in her eyes " open your mind to me.. show me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a bull in a china shop as every one of her shields dropped like glass. I was bombarded by images of her childhood, both in Spirit World and here as well. I saw every hurt she suffered, every battle won, I saw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a tenative presence joined me as though we were walking side by side. It was Catia. I didn't hesitate. She was part of Pho as Pho was a part of her. 2 halves of the same equal. I embraced them both fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I managed to pull away and I found her on her knees in front of me while I somehow managed to remain standing andI could hear her soft sobbing. She was tired as was I. We had been bombarded by any and everything today.She had been riding on an emotional rollercoaster for sometime keeping our relationship secret from everyone and all. She did so much.. If I could lift the burden from her I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I lifted her to her feet and we headed back inside as I headed for my room. I managed to pluck a red rose for her and tuck it behind her ear as she snuggled against me, one hand wound in my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the sidestairs and thefirst door on the right.. Everything was as I remembered it . I tucked her into bed and kissed her " sleep now my love, please, you need your strength." I turned to go whenever I heard her voice reply, though half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Only if you'll lay here with me, just for a bit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back over my shoulder at her. Big brown eyes, mussed hair and lord that smile.. Didn't she have a clue what she did to me?Apparently not because as I stood there, wondering if I had enough self control left to last til our wedding she said" Please? I can't sleep without knowing your rested too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cast my trust to the force and prayed this wouldn't go downhill . I kicked off my shoes and a moment later had joined her , one arm wrapped around her waist. A wisecrack rose on my lips from an old freind of mine but I figured it would be wiser to keep my mouth shut, instead I opted for " Now sleep we'll go out shopping later, and head to the docks. Remember Anakin should be here soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she slept, a smile on her face and her mind at rest. I moved slightly namely to prevent her from ending up on me the wrong way and I guess I hadn't realizied how tired I was, because a moment later, sleep claimed me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke late in the afternoon , in truth one of my weaknesses. I always do sleep late unless I have something to do.I moved gingerly so I didn't wake Pho and I ducked into the fresher for a fast shower. I had just finished and dressed whenever Pho's com was going off. I could hear the cussing clear across the room. If I had to guess it was Anakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook her awake once I had gotten my boots on. " Pho ?Pho? c'mon we're late and your com is ringing dear" She woke looking around muzzily and reached for her com when she felt it vibrating against her hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a chair and waited for her to dress, not wanting to peek but I couldn't resist whenever her shirt went flying up over the changing screen. though I was only gifted with the hint of a soft curve before she shooed me out of the room and told me to go check on the fighters and make sure they were ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing I left her to her own devices and in a few minutes she met me downstairs. In a word, stunning. absoulelty beautiful. you can see the picture over on her blog ,but needless to say she took my breath away. We both headed outside and took our fighters to the docks. she was a tad overeager to meet up with Anakin and went ahead. guiding my starfighter through the blue Corellian skies I wondered what sort of glaaxy this was to bring tow of the unlikeliest together, then I realized,an unlikely one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smooth landing at the docks and I simply got out of my fighter and eaned against he durasteel hull waiting for Phobia and Anakin to come back . I could hear their voices at the other end of the hangar. As Phobia led him back and made the introductions I studied Anakin closely. One brief look told me that he and I walked like paths. Many troubles weighed heavily on his mind. Having to live up to a thousand year old legacy is no easy task. I could tell by the battle hardened weary look in his eyes.There was also a pure light hidden beneath the surface, but battle and death had almost snuffed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pho's fighter was belching smoke and as she ran back down to check on it Anakin turned to me and said " so your Godfrey huh? She's told me much about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" all good I hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Of course. She means a lot to all of us. The temple wouldn't be the same without her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You do realize that if you hurt her in any way I'll make you wish you were a sith?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That goes double for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed" Point taken Godfrey, c'mon I think she finally got that thing fixed "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough Pho was back, smiling from ear to ear, a few smudges of grease on her face but otherwise perfectly spotless.She told Anakin to take it easy and I could see that light in his eyes comming back stronger than ever before. I headed back to my fighter and headed back to the house,A yellow and black fighter following me close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived back Rosalie was there, her small hands wringing in worry. " Godfrey, I need to see you.. I found something you need to see. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed her into the room oppisite anakin's that Pho showed him into. She had seven golden wine glasses lined in a row" I found these in the new guy's room. take a closer look"&lt;br /&gt;I inspected each of the glasses carefully .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had one thing in common. The smell of rotting meat combined with the sweetness of honey. " These were my father's glasses over the past week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ya his nightly wine, served by the new man. Name of Barabas I think. He disappeared yesterday. "&lt;br /&gt;Anger filled me like I had never known. Rosalie didn't know it but these glasses also had traces of darkside energy along with Digamarka pooison. I had only seen the effects of it once before today. Administered over a long period of time it tears away at the body and the mind until nothing is left. Father was lucky. He passed on before The poison worked it's full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I nodded to Rosalie and left the room, the door slamming shut behind me with a crash to shake the roof down. I wanted to go and see Pho but I feared my anger might scare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I settled for going through mother's old blackgowns and finding a dress for her for this evening. The golden dragon combs and the matching black slippers I set out on the chair in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rage dissapated the second I set eyes on her peaceful face. I had forced her to sleep earlier after she had sent Anakin to do the same. I removed my boots and shirt and slipped into bed next to her, shoving any thoughts of revenge from my mind for the present. All I needed was here and now in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-4561402155509714384?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/4561402155509714384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=4561402155509714384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/4561402155509714384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/4561402155509714384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellos-and-goodbyes.html' title='Hellos and Goodbyes'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-8596514185381187894</id><published>2007-03-01T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:14:23.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations and foolish padawans</title><content type='html'>Finally everything was in place. We were leaving for home tomorrow. I honestly hoped that Phobia would be happy there on Corellia. I knew dad would be happy to see her. He was always perstering me about findng a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were packing that afternoon whenever she turned to me and said" I should tell someone.." she stood there , hands on her hips, tapping her foot, pouting. Force she is utterly adorable when she pouts like that.. I had to think fast though" hmm what about Anakin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned and kissed me before dancing out of my reach before I could get to her again." Perfect!" she dials the number as I go back into the other room to help her finish packing things. Clothes clothes and more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised an eyebrow as I picked up a black teddy and a matching set of underwear before putting them in the suitcase. i could hear her talking to Anakin over the com and he sounded worn thin.. maybe she could invite him to come to the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out to check on her, a smirk barely contained as I saw her talking into the com throwing things into another suitcase.I thought she was talking to Anakin? I gave her a confused look before sneaking up behind her and contenting myself with leaving little kisses all over the back of her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and shoved me away from her while she kept talking. What I heard her say next just made me want to hug her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" he is Anakin.. the best man I have ever met.. 1 look that's all I needed .. I mean after everything that happened with Mace.. I didn't know if I could fall in love.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes met mine and I knew she ment every word of what she just said How could I have gotten so lucky? I could see the hope in her eye s as she asked if he could come for the wedding. For her sake I hoped he could be there .Her excited peel of joy told me that he would inded be there for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got off the com after about another 10 I asked her" what was that all about?" she explained Anakin would be there then asked me what day did I think we were going to have the wedding .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smirk tiwsted around my lips as I pulled her close, knocking her off her feet" Well 4 days to get settled in then have the wedding on the 5th day which leaves us 2 days for our honeymoon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at me, her nose barely comes into contact with my chin, the picture of innocence" why do we need 2 days for our honeymoon love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice dropped and I let a little of the hunger that gnawed at my insides for her loose " I want to make sure we have all the time in the world.. So you can take your time.. I plan to with you.. "&lt;br /&gt;She had no clue what I meant and she kissed my nose saying" I assume you'll tell me when your ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of her innocence set my insides on fire and then thank the force my com rang. It was the sub I had gotten for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the padawans broke their arm and I needed to go. A quick hug and kiss and I was off down the hall muttering aobut the stupidity of padawans sometimes, and exicted to finally be going home and soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-8596514185381187894?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/8596514185381187894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=8596514185381187894' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8596514185381187894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/8596514185381187894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/03/preparations-and-foolish-padawans.html' title='Preparations and foolish padawans'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-7789358358308938051</id><published>2007-02-26T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:33:44.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One dream comming true</title><content type='html'>Negoations are no fun, let me tell you. I had just taken care of Phobia earlier that evening whenever my com went off and the council called, saying that I had to head back home. The current negoaations had fallen to sith and a handbasket and father was requesting my presence. I managed to piece everything together, but at a cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there,father had fallen deathly ill. I did not want to leave but his freinds assured me that if he got any worse they would call for me immeditly.on the trip back I mulled over what myysterious ailment could have stricken him ill . I suspected a few things, but what was comming forward time and again in my head was poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed very prevelent, and there were a few poisons that could only be found on Corellia that would notbe able to be traced once in the human blood stream and would cause a very slow and painful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed late that night and the first place I went was the archives.I help Jocasta Nu there almost daily , so it was no suprise I knew my way around almost blindfolded. My work took me all night and into the next morning. I finally was forced to give up whenever Jocasta gently shoved me out the door with a cup of coffee in my hands telling me to go get some sleep. Once i did manage to snatch a few hours of sleep, I was heading down to Phobia's room to see her whenever I saw a very familiar dog running down the hall like a blaster shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her to slow down and a smile crossed my face as a familiar force presence got stronger and stronger.. Phobia came running around the corner after Odi, not really watching where she was going. Gar Gar streaked under her feet and she went sailing forward. A quick step brought me close enough to catch her before she hit the floor. " you allright?" i asked her, eyes roaming her for any outward signs of injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah I think so um.. ah.." She tried to step away, probably feeling a tad unconfortable at our close proximity whenever her feet tangled around mine and we both went crashing to the floor. Her hair hung down like a curtain around us, eyes confused and suprised. Our other guests, Senator Organa and Senator Mon Mothma burst out laughing and she scurried off of me , her ears and face blushing beet red. I managed to get myself back up off the floor and had to take a second to calm my racing pulse. Another 5 seconds like that and things would have went downhill, and fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Odi back ot her room and I asked her if she would like to come for a walk in the park with me. She accepted and then ,of all things asked bail and Mon Mothma if they wanted to come along.. I could've banged my head on the wall in utter frustration! there was something I wanted, no needed to ask her. And as much as I love bail and Mon, I wanted this to be just us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the force Bail saw the look on my face. He smiled and reminded Mon Mothma that if they were going to be bringing new puppies home they needed to go and get some things and prepare their rooms back at the 500 Reubulica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling moreso than excited, we raced to see who could get to the tree at the center of the park first. I beat her by a half inch or so but I doubted either of us cared, the tenshion was so thick. Her eyes met mine for just the briefest of moments then I kissed her as she sat there on the bench. That was the closest I have ever come to heaven. though I could have sat there with her all day, I needed my mind in one functioning entity and I pulled back from her. I knew my emotions were leaking over my sheilds a little but I didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pho.. I have to ask you.. Phobia..would you marry this humble jedi Knight and be his wife?" i didn't know I was holding my breath as I slipped a claudaugh ring on her finger.. Please say yes.. please say yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her suprise and delight hit me full force " Yes! I'll marry you Godfrey.. I love you.. now and always!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing estatically as I picked her up and swung her around in wide circles. She was laughing too, we were both so happy. i set her own and kissed her until she had to grab my shoulders to keep her balance. The soundsystem in the park clicked on and I started singing along with " Earth Angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the temple togeter arm and arm. We 'll have to watch ourselves , at least for now. I'm taking her shopping tomorrow then we're going back home to see father. I know he will be very pleased with the fact i have finally found a wife, one who loves me and I her. It seems maybe the force has blessed us. i hope so, because in these dark times, we need all the light we can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1464316880248015420-7789358358308938051?l=godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/feeds/7789358358308938051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1464316880248015420&amp;postID=7789358358308938051' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7789358358308938051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1464316880248015420/posts/default/7789358358308938051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godfreyzebulon.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-dream-comming-true.html' title='One dream comming true'/><author><name>Godfrey Zebulon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06645788621489004560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/Black_Zaber/normal_moulinbaz3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1464316880248015420.post-1566895099287236979</id><published>2007-02-23T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:41:58.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials ,troubles and time travel</title><content type='html'>Now for those of you who read Phobia's blog are wondering" First his name was Ivan, now Godfrey.. and how did he get back in time ten years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll clear that up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I a Jedi, but my family inhereted a smidge of druid magic. Not the smoke in the pot spells like what you see in fairytales, but real magic. The kind that if fallen into the wrong hands would make your teeth rattle in fear. So after consulting the books in the grand library where all of the magic tomes are stored deep in the basement, it was a simple matter of going back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years in the future, my parents were dead and I was ruling a system in the fear that Vader would come and try to take it over at somepoint. I was a wanted man even then. And not in a good way.I had no one, except for Corellia and she was fast slipping through my fingers. Most times when I was actually &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt;planet you would find me high in the Nomad Mountains at my master &lt;em&gt;Porgan Netsuki&lt;/em&gt;'s dojo. It was he who gave me the orignal idea to go back through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensei Netsuki has known me since I was just a todler.. Begining my training at about 2 years old, I was at a black belt by age seven. Just before I was removed to join the Jedi order. Once a year I was permitted to visit Sensei Netsuki in his mountain dojo to test for my next rank. I moved fast, but he could see I was unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Godfrey, your soul is not behind your punch" he told me one afternoon. " you work hard, you work dillegently, but the fire , the passion that was once in your heart, your tiger's eye. It has hidden itself.. What is troubling you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained it all to him. that I feared that I would never find the one woman I was destined to be with, even though the code forbade such things. When I was removed to join the order my father made a deal that I must be allowed to marry and have children. that and if war should break out I would be called back home to fight at a moment's notice. in exchange my identity was to be kept secret and I would be known by everyone except for the council as Ivan Holderin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orignal future happened as Phobia had seen it, with a few key diffrences. First of all, Cin did not save her that day. Secondly a small girl by the name of Mekika was in the creche. She had Phobia's hair and Mace's strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can guess what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have married her anyway even if Vader didn't put out his silly marriage edict. I loved her.. I always and forever will. I held her while she cried, while her heart tore itself to pieces after watching so many Jedi die that day. I had been lucky. I was off planet the day order 66 came down. I was safe in the walls of the manor house on Corellia. There were no clone troopers on any of the planets in the system. I came back as soon as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not speak for days. When she finally did it took all of her willpower not to break down crying after she spoke just a few words. He had betrayed us.. the one we treasured as a brother and ally was now our enemy. When I saw the bodies we had to bury. My heart lurched. On Corellia we held family dear to our hearts. A crime such as this would have been punished by a slow and painful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he would have too, if not for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; guarding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another startling fact. Phobia discovered by accident a piece of parchment in the grimorie one day, a simple rhyme written on it, and the symbol of infinity painted on the bottom in blood. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though stricken Dark I may be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The light fill another so I may be free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give another woman a son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So no more will my tears run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She identified it definitly as Catia's writing.. and I noticed once.. Catia's eyes and Anakin's have almost the same color.. Catia saved her life once whenever Phobia had been wounded chasing Grievous. She manupliated the cells in Phobia's spine, which Grievous has sliced through ith his lightsaber; back together and healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catia has the same ability Darth Plageius had.. In fact it was passed down from her. The abilitily to influence midi-chlorians to not only save life but to create life.She trained Darth Bane as her apprentice after Harusame dissapeared. Bane was the closest thing to a son she ever had, because once Harusame took her as his, she was unable to have children. Now please keep in mind this next part is a theory alone.. nothing more.. for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after her death years before Bane became famous, carrying her idea of " the rule of two"; her spirit resided in the grimorie which managed to find it's way into the most unusal places. hundreds of years passed, up until the time of Darth Plagueis. Then Plagueis begna fiddling with the grimorie, but never oepning it. He knew better. She excersised her will over him, got him to say the rhyme and together they influenced the midi-chlorians and far away on a dirt ball known as Tatooine, Shmi gave birth to who you all know as the chosen one, Anakin Skywalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from what I know of the future, well.. if my theory is right then even though the last of her goodness and light was given to the child, he will eventually become like she is now, cold, ruthless and evil. a mesh of two diffrent powers brings about diffrent looks, diffrent attiudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again maybe I 'm over thinking this. That's what time travel does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, all that matters is that I'm here now and I can help Phobia heal from what almost was. Heal her mind, the hurt, the blood she has seen. Hold her close and never let go. 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