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		<title><![CDATA[Forums - Scenes In Between]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Spying on trouble with Jaden]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=475</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 13:10:10 -0800</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=4">Ashla Marr</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #663333;" class="mycode_color">Ashla was glad they had left the planet while slightly disappointed they probably set the project the son was doing by a few months. It was far better than starting a war between them and the alien life on the planet by blowing the base up. Ashla looked around before heading off to the bunks. Once she arrive she went to where the other's Ashla's bunk and started sorting though her things. Until she found her data pad and went to her own bunk. Making copy of a recording she had of Duncan's flute playing. She figure it be nice to play next time when she and Jaden was in meditation. If he asked for it than she would just give him the copy of it. She put her data pad back and walked out of the bunk area.  <br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="color: #663333;" class="mycode_color">Ashla was glad they had left the planet while slightly disappointed they probably set the project the son was doing by a few months. It was far better than starting a war between them and the alien life on the planet by blowing the base up. Ashla looked around before heading off to the bunks. Once she arrive she went to where the other's Ashla's bunk and started sorting though her things. Until she found her data pad and went to her own bunk. Making copy of a recording she had of Duncan's flute playing. She figure it be nice to play next time when she and Jaden was in meditation. If he asked for it than she would just give him the copy of it. She put her data pad back and walked out of the bunk area.  <br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Put this in your peace pipe ( open for everyone )]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=472</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2017 16:39:58 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=4">Ashla Marr</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Ashla departed Bay's ship and went over to the pirate base to share some happiness with them, since she was in a really good mood. Once she was over there she decided to com everyone in the party, inviting them to join her in having some fun and bring what ever musical instruments they had.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ashla departed Bay's ship and went over to the pirate base to share some happiness with them, since she was in a really good mood. Once she was over there she decided to com everyone in the party, inviting them to join her in having some fun and bring what ever musical instruments they had.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Practice Practice Practice]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=470</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2017 16:04:45 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=55">Duncan_Starchaser</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[On the Liberty's Hope, during the journey journey to drop off the Refugees.<br />
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 Date: 2921 AOK<br />
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Duncan had decided to fly with the refugees on the Acclamator-class ship that they had been given by Trysta. He didn't think the ship's previous name matched the mission he was thinking of using it for, as such he had been calling it the Liberty's Hope. He also didn't feel right leaving all these refugees alone on board with the B-1s. This way they'd at least have a living being to talk to if needed. Ironically most of the trip seemed to be quiet, in fact it was quiet enough that he was able to use the time to practice the lessons he had been learning about manipulating Cosmic Force. But for every centimeter he felt he had taken forward it seemed as if he took a full meter backwards. And trying ti manipulate it always left his physically and emotionally drained. It reminded him of his first days at the temple when he was first learning to manipulate the Force.Â  But he didn't let the difficulties of the task bother him then, he wasn't going to let it bother him now. So as Master Dooku had told him so many years ago.... practice, practice, practice.<br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[On the Liberty's Hope, during the journey journey to drop off the Refugees.<br />
<br />
 Date: 2921 AOK<br />
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Duncan had decided to fly with the refugees on the Acclamator-class ship that they had been given by Trysta. He didn't think the ship's previous name matched the mission he was thinking of using it for, as such he had been calling it the Liberty's Hope. He also didn't feel right leaving all these refugees alone on board with the B-1s. This way they'd at least have a living being to talk to if needed. Ironically most of the trip seemed to be quiet, in fact it was quiet enough that he was able to use the time to practice the lessons he had been learning about manipulating Cosmic Force. But for every centimeter he felt he had taken forward it seemed as if he took a full meter backwards. And trying ti manipulate it always left his physically and emotionally drained. It reminded him of his first days at the temple when he was first learning to manipulate the Force.Â  But he didn't let the difficulties of the task bother him then, he wasn't going to let it bother him now. So as Master Dooku had told him so many years ago.... practice, practice, practice.<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Finding Noor]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=460</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2017 14:06:28 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=0">Gar</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Ni lounged in the chair next to Bay, resting her head in one hand, her other hand idly spinning a rubber band. She was obviously bored at the computer screen that flashed in front of her friend. Ni asked with a forlorn sigh, "Any luck, Bugsie?"]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ni lounged in the chair next to Bay, resting her head in one hand, her other hand idly spinning a rubber band. She was obviously bored at the computer screen that flashed in front of her friend. Ni asked with a forlorn sigh, "Any luck, Bugsie?"]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Can you imagine?]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=459</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2017 06:40:02 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=1">aipsylon</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Gadeon spent much of the trip on the way back from Avalon considering much the same as he had on the way there. Â It was a big decision for him too make. Â While motivated in worry and fear, the thoughts that Ni and Ashla had raised a number of valid concerns. Â He was happy too have heard that Una supported the decision. Â The truth was even as he approached the steps of the temple, he had not made his decision. Â He was dressed in a new set of Jedi robes as he waited to be admitted to the council chambers. Â Walking in he liked around the room and waited for those gathered to speak out of respect for the council.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Gadeon spent much of the trip on the way back from Avalon considering much the same as he had on the way there. Â It was a big decision for him too make. Â While motivated in worry and fear, the thoughts that Ni and Ashla had raised a number of valid concerns. Â He was happy too have heard that Una supported the decision. Â The truth was even as he approached the steps of the temple, he had not made his decision. Â He was dressed in a new set of Jedi robes as he waited to be admitted to the council chambers. Â Walking in he liked around the room and waited for those gathered to speak out of respect for the council.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Cleaning House (OPEN to all)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=458</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2017 19:36:26 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=0">Gar</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(The followingÂ post is a collaborative of GM MikeÂ and Ni)</span><br />
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Ni was stirred from herÂ sleep by sounds that seemed to be coming fromÂ the bathing berth. She rolled over and checked the time on her data pad, discovering that it was much too early in the morning for anyone to be waking for meditation. Then she glanced across the room and noticed that Zay was not in her bed.Â <br />
<br />
The Zeltron immediately felt a sinking, uncertain feeling. Her exhaustion was quickly replaced by worry as she rolled from her bunk and slowly made her way to the bathing berth. She found the door closed with a slit of light peeking out under it. Strange noises emanated from within,Â not the noises of someone washing. Ni knocked and said tentatively, "Uh...hello? Are you in there, Zay?"Â <br />
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Then Ni realized, as she tried the door, that it was not locked. "Hey, Im coming in...?" she called out at the door, waiting a moment for any word of objection before entering the bathroom.Â <br />
<br />
She saw Zay frantically cleaning the floor. Much of the berth already appeared cleaner than it ever had been. Zay glanced up with tears in her eyes, â€œHe will be home soon!â€ she said then turned back to scrubbing the floor with a large brush. Her clothes were torn from the all-night cleaning. She repeated as she scrubbed, â€œhe will be home soon and this place has to be clean."<br />
<br />
Ni could only stare in shock for a moment as she beheld the bizarre scene. A mixture of pity, anger, and despair flooded her senses. She dropped down in front of Zay andÂ gently took the scrub brush from her friend's hands, telling herÂ with restrained ferocity, "Damn him, Zay! And Damn his demands." SheÂ threw the brush away, causing it to sail out of the bathroom andÂ ricochet loudly down the corridor.<br />
<br />
Ni gatheredÂ Zay's hands into her own.Â "He can't touch you, Zay," sheÂ said fervently, staring into her friend's eyes intently,Â "He wouldn't dare. I'd drop him faster than he could raise a finger."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(The followingÂ post is a collaborative of GM MikeÂ and Ni)</span><br />
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Ni was stirred from herÂ sleep by sounds that seemed to be coming fromÂ the bathing berth. She rolled over and checked the time on her data pad, discovering that it was much too early in the morning for anyone to be waking for meditation. Then she glanced across the room and noticed that Zay was not in her bed.Â <br />
<br />
The Zeltron immediately felt a sinking, uncertain feeling. Her exhaustion was quickly replaced by worry as she rolled from her bunk and slowly made her way to the bathing berth. She found the door closed with a slit of light peeking out under it. Strange noises emanated from within,Â not the noises of someone washing. Ni knocked and said tentatively, "Uh...hello? Are you in there, Zay?"Â <br />
<br />
Then Ni realized, as she tried the door, that it was not locked. "Hey, Im coming in...?" she called out at the door, waiting a moment for any word of objection before entering the bathroom.Â <br />
<br />
She saw Zay frantically cleaning the floor. Much of the berth already appeared cleaner than it ever had been. Zay glanced up with tears in her eyes, â€œHe will be home soon!â€ she said then turned back to scrubbing the floor with a large brush. Her clothes were torn from the all-night cleaning. She repeated as she scrubbed, â€œhe will be home soon and this place has to be clean."<br />
<br />
Ni could only stare in shock for a moment as she beheld the bizarre scene. A mixture of pity, anger, and despair flooded her senses. She dropped down in front of Zay andÂ gently took the scrub brush from her friend's hands, telling herÂ with restrained ferocity, "Damn him, Zay! And Damn his demands." SheÂ threw the brush away, causing it to sail out of the bathroom andÂ ricochet loudly down the corridor.<br />
<br />
Ni gatheredÂ Zay's hands into her own.Â "He can't touch you, Zay," sheÂ said fervently, staring into her friend's eyes intently,Â "He wouldn't dare. I'd drop him faster than he could raise a finger."]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[No, There's No Place Like Corruscant]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=457</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2017 18:16:48 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=0">Gar</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Ni stared pensively from one of the windows of The Castaway's Hope. She frowned and released a sigh as she watched Gadeon depart for the temple. Returning toÂ Corruscant was awful enough without also coming to terms with this unpleasant, anxiety-riddenÂ occasion; her closest friend was making himself a target, and in more ways than one. The Zeltron urgedÂ her mind away from this depressing thought and tried to center on happier subjects. Instead, the disturbing face of a man suddenly manifested insideÂ her mind. Merrick. She shivered and turned her back to the window, now concentrating on the floor.Â <br />
<br />
Ni remembered the day they left Corruscant--she wanted to forceÂ a confession from Merrick, but Gadeon advised against it. He told her to let the authorities handle it. Well, she gave the authorities the information before they left, and Merrick was still in power when they returned. She mused irritably that the nasty manÂ had probably already customized a new clone for himself to break and useÂ by now. Her hands tightened into fists.Â <br />
<br />
Ni strode out into the corridor of the ship with a fierce purpose blazing in her eyes. She donned a simple white dress and sandals, plus a matching white purse with some gadgets packed inside, including a recorder. Her expression shifted to a joyful, carefree facade when she found Zay. SheÂ cheerfullyÂ asked the clone toÂ help Bay with his work and stay by his side while she went shopping. Then she hailed aÂ speeder to the Senate building. Her stomach turned into knots as she witnessed this grandiose building once more, remembering the dullest two weeks of her life. As she navigatedÂ through the halls towards Merrick's Senatorial office she attempted to calm her racing emotions and wear her usual cheerful mask once again. <br />
<br />
'You wanted it,' Ni chanted to herself, 'You always, always want it.' Ni understood that if she dared allow her feelings to control her in this moment, if she didn't think clearly about what she had to do, thenÂ she may never have a chance in granting justice for Zay or Zera, let alone the satisfaction of watching an evil man fall.Â <br />
<br />
The Zeltron beamed down at Merrick's secretary. "I'm here to see Tal Merrick, Miss. He is expecting me."<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(Bluff 29)</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(Synergy -Â Intimidate 35)</span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ni stared pensively from one of the windows of The Castaway's Hope. She frowned and released a sigh as she watched Gadeon depart for the temple. Returning toÂ Corruscant was awful enough without also coming to terms with this unpleasant, anxiety-riddenÂ occasion; her closest friend was making himself a target, and in more ways than one. The Zeltron urgedÂ her mind away from this depressing thought and tried to center on happier subjects. Instead, the disturbing face of a man suddenly manifested insideÂ her mind. Merrick. She shivered and turned her back to the window, now concentrating on the floor.Â <br />
<br />
Ni remembered the day they left Corruscant--she wanted to forceÂ a confession from Merrick, but Gadeon advised against it. He told her to let the authorities handle it. Well, she gave the authorities the information before they left, and Merrick was still in power when they returned. She mused irritably that the nasty manÂ had probably already customized a new clone for himself to break and useÂ by now. Her hands tightened into fists.Â <br />
<br />
Ni strode out into the corridor of the ship with a fierce purpose blazing in her eyes. She donned a simple white dress and sandals, plus a matching white purse with some gadgets packed inside, including a recorder. Her expression shifted to a joyful, carefree facade when she found Zay. SheÂ cheerfullyÂ asked the clone toÂ help Bay with his work and stay by his side while she went shopping. Then she hailed aÂ speeder to the Senate building. Her stomach turned into knots as she witnessed this grandiose building once more, remembering the dullest two weeks of her life. As she navigatedÂ through the halls towards Merrick's Senatorial office she attempted to calm her racing emotions and wear her usual cheerful mask once again. <br />
<br />
'You wanted it,' Ni chanted to herself, 'You always, always want it.' Ni understood that if she dared allow her feelings to control her in this moment, if she didn't think clearly about what she had to do, thenÂ she may never have a chance in granting justice for Zay or Zera, let alone the satisfaction of watching an evil man fall.Â <br />
<br />
The Zeltron beamed down at Merrick's secretary. "I'm here to see Tal Merrick, Miss. He is expecting me."<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(Bluff 29)</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(Synergy -Â Intimidate 35)</span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[A Cosmic Reflection]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=456</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2017 16:42:36 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=4">Ashla Marr</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Ashla had arrived back at the temple on Corruscant. She needed answers and hadn't told anyone the reason why she was going to the temple. She didn't wanted anyone to tell her it might not be wise to do what she was about to do. As she started to search the temple she figured it might be a little hard locating the other Ashla. All the files on her had been sealed. She wondered why they were hiding her--she knew she was hiding because of the seal file and the fact that she was in the temple. There were also other factors, like never seeing Ashla in the open while she had been here.Â <br />
<br />
After hours of mindlessly searching the temple she finally found the other Ashla in one of the gardens. She was watering and tending to the flowers. Ashla felt a little nervous doing this, but her curiosity got the best of her.Â <br />
<br />
"Hello," she said softly.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Ashla had arrived back at the temple on Corruscant. She needed answers and hadn't told anyone the reason why she was going to the temple. She didn't wanted anyone to tell her it might not be wise to do what she was about to do. As she started to search the temple she figured it might be a little hard locating the other Ashla. All the files on her had been sealed. She wondered why they were hiding her--she knew she was hiding because of the seal file and the fact that she was in the temple. There were also other factors, like never seeing Ashla in the open while she had been here.Â <br />
<br />
After hours of mindlessly searching the temple she finally found the other Ashla in one of the gardens. She was watering and tending to the flowers. Ashla felt a little nervous doing this, but her curiosity got the best of her.Â <br />
<br />
"Hello," she said softly.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Dial T for Trysta]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=455</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2017 08:42:57 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=56">Jaden_Starchaser</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Jaden sat in one of the cargo bays on the Castaway while they were in hyperspace heading to Coruscant. His mind drifted to Trysta and he knew she deserved to know what had happened to him inside the Jedi Temple. He took out his com and dialed her frequency.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Jaden sat in one of the cargo bays on the Castaway while they were in hyperspace heading to Coruscant. His mind drifted to Trysta and he knew she deserved to know what had happened to him inside the Jedi Temple. He took out his com and dialed her frequency.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Life is the Greatest Adventure]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=454</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2017 02:47:21 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=1">aipsylon</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[As the arrived on Javin, Gadeon found Ni. " do you have a moment to talk?" Â Gadeon had that serous look on his face, the one he got when he knew he had to speak with care.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[As the arrived on Javin, Gadeon found Ni. " do you have a moment to talk?" Â Gadeon had that serous look on his face, the one he got when he knew he had to speak with care.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Ten Clone Commandments]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=453</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2017 20:15:43 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=0">Gar</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(This occurs right after the first Zay thread)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Despite just having breakfast, Ni knew that it was almostÂ time for bed. She would lead Zay to the bathroom to give her her own toothbrush and toothpaste to brush with. Then she would guide Zay to the bunks and ask herÂ which bed she would prefer. After tucking her into bed, she would take out her datapad, sit on the bunkroom floor, and begin typing up the rules. <br />
<br />
A look of intense concentration wrinkled up Ni's face as she worked. She knew that she would need to set up some boundaries to keep things from getting out of hand. Plus, Zay needed a sense of structure and expectations in order to feel at ease. But even as she typed she grumbled in her mind that she was hardly qualified to be in charge of making rules. She was better suited for finding loopholes and breaking them. <br />
<br />
The list read as follows:</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Rules for Miss Zay</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number one!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">There is no such thing as a wrong answer or action! There is only disagreement or agreement.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number two!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Your feelings and thoughts are the most important thing. My ideas are secondary.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number three!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The reward is your own honest satisfaction and punishment does not exist!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number four!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If you want to do something for me then you must first do something equal to or greater than it for yourself. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number five!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Tell me truthfully if there is something you donâ€™t want to do. Tell me truthfully if there is something you do want to do. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number six!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">You donâ€™t owe anyone anything, no matter what anyone does for you.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number seven!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If you need help with something or you get confused or upset, please tell me so I can help you through it.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number eight!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If I have to go into a dangerous area then please stay with <span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u">Bugsie</span> at all times. Comm me right away if either of you get in trouble. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number nine!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Please spend one hour every day doing things that will only benefit yourself.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number ten!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If anyone tries to control you, make you do something, makes you feelÂ uncomfortable, or just does not seem safe, tell me.Â </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">When she finally finished Ni would sigh and rub her head. This was too much work already, and she expected it was only going to get worse. She wasn't used to having to think so much--in fact, she usually made every effort to just let go. However, when NiÂ glanced up at Zay the same unidentifiable feeling swelled up inside her. What was it? She couldn't quite place it, but it made the work not seem so bad. The Zeltron printed out two copies of the rules and wondered to herself when she would have time for some fun for a change--things had become much too serious ever since they landed on Corruscant.Â Her thoughts strayed to Duncan, knowing that Ashla had been dating someone. It was just her luck that the two people that would be most helpful to her right now were both flying outside the ship. </span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">(This occurs right after the first Zay thread)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Despite just having breakfast, Ni knew that it was almostÂ time for bed. She would lead Zay to the bathroom to give her her own toothbrush and toothpaste to brush with. Then she would guide Zay to the bunks and ask herÂ which bed she would prefer. After tucking her into bed, she would take out her datapad, sit on the bunkroom floor, and begin typing up the rules. <br />
<br />
A look of intense concentration wrinkled up Ni's face as she worked. She knew that she would need to set up some boundaries to keep things from getting out of hand. Plus, Zay needed a sense of structure and expectations in order to feel at ease. But even as she typed she grumbled in her mind that she was hardly qualified to be in charge of making rules. She was better suited for finding loopholes and breaking them. <br />
<br />
The list read as follows:</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Rules for Miss Zay</span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number one!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">There is no such thing as a wrong answer or action! There is only disagreement or agreement.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number two!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Your feelings and thoughts are the most important thing. My ideas are secondary.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number three!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The reward is your own honest satisfaction and punishment does not exist!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number four!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If you want to do something for me then you must first do something equal to or greater than it for yourself. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number five!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Tell me truthfully if there is something you donâ€™t want to do. Tell me truthfully if there is something you do want to do. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number six!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">You donâ€™t owe anyone anything, no matter what anyone does for you.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number seven!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If you need help with something or you get confused or upset, please tell me so I can help you through it.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number eight!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If I have to go into a dangerous area then please stay with <span style="text-decoration: underline;" class="mycode_u">Bugsie</span> at all times. Comm me right away if either of you get in trouble. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number nine!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Please spend one hour every day doing things that will only benefit yourself.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Number ten!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">If anyone tries to control you, make you do something, makes you feelÂ uncomfortable, or just does not seem safe, tell me.Â </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">When she finally finished Ni would sigh and rub her head. This was too much work already, and she expected it was only going to get worse. She wasn't used to having to think so much--in fact, she usually made every effort to just let go. However, when NiÂ glanced up at Zay the same unidentifiable feeling swelled up inside her. What was it? She couldn't quite place it, but it made the work not seem so bad. The Zeltron printed out two copies of the rules and wondered to herself when she would have time for some fun for a change--things had become much too serious ever since they landed on Corruscant.Â Her thoughts strayed to Duncan, knowing that Ashla had been dating someone. It was just her luck that the two people that would be most helpful to her right now were both flying outside the ship. </span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sobbing Cox Solo Conundrum (SoCo squared)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=451</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2017 15:32:06 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=58">Jonash Solo</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[[This takes place shortly after the ships depart Corsuscant.  ]<br />
Cox checks the controls as the ship begins to follow the course he plotted.  He sends a message to Unna's datapad, "Please join me in the cockpit.  Just doing the final checks."  Everything looks good and Cox settles into the cockpit chair.  Flying in open space was always relaxing and his guard began to fall.  Slowly, the events on Coruscant began to replay in his head.<br />
<br />
He was going to be a father.  It was a surprisingly happy thought.  Raising a child would give him a greater purpose than fixing ships so they can blast each other to pieces again.  And the baby's mother was something else.<br />
<br />
But the mother didn't love him.  Or did she?  She said she did, but in front of the chancellor she implied she didn't.  Yet she put her life on the line to protect him from those droids.  She probably loved him or at least that's what he'd hope.<br />
<br />
The chancellor spoke of his future as if he were an object that she could do as she pleases with.  Replace him with a duke or frame him for rape or make him disappear were some of the options mentioned.  He never thought he'd meet someone who could scare him more than his father, but the Chancellor's pleasantness when discussing his fate paralyzed him with fear.  Cox no longer doubted that the Chancellor was at least capable of all the things her enemies said.<br />
<br />
Then he recalled the direness of Unna's telepathic voice and how he rushed to her aid.  He had worked on several combat ships and had experienced the adrenaline rush that came with an attack.  This response was wholly different.  His only thought was getting to her side as quickly as possible.  He loved Unna, but perhaps his love was stronger than even he realized. <br />
<br />
He saw her laying prostrate with Orchid about to behead her.  His body went cold with the realization he could do nothing to stop it.  Then a jedi interceded and Orchid escaped.  He rushed to her side and tried to treat her wounds.  Orchid returned to finish the job and knocked Cox out before he could do anything other than flail at the air behind her.<br />
<br />
When he came to, his first words were, "Is Unna ok?"  Somehow she survived and he was elated.  He spent the next 2 weeks at her side; only leaving if he had to.  His thoughts focused solely on her and their baby's health and their future.<br />
<br />
Cox sends a message to Unna, "Hello Unna.  When you have some time, I'd like to talk about our futures - yours, mine, and our baby's."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[[This takes place shortly after the ships depart Corsuscant.  ]<br />
Cox checks the controls as the ship begins to follow the course he plotted.  He sends a message to Unna's datapad, "Please join me in the cockpit.  Just doing the final checks."  Everything looks good and Cox settles into the cockpit chair.  Flying in open space was always relaxing and his guard began to fall.  Slowly, the events on Coruscant began to replay in his head.<br />
<br />
He was going to be a father.  It was a surprisingly happy thought.  Raising a child would give him a greater purpose than fixing ships so they can blast each other to pieces again.  And the baby's mother was something else.<br />
<br />
But the mother didn't love him.  Or did she?  She said she did, but in front of the chancellor she implied she didn't.  Yet she put her life on the line to protect him from those droids.  She probably loved him or at least that's what he'd hope.<br />
<br />
The chancellor spoke of his future as if he were an object that she could do as she pleases with.  Replace him with a duke or frame him for rape or make him disappear were some of the options mentioned.  He never thought he'd meet someone who could scare him more than his father, but the Chancellor's pleasantness when discussing his fate paralyzed him with fear.  Cox no longer doubted that the Chancellor was at least capable of all the things her enemies said.<br />
<br />
Then he recalled the direness of Unna's telepathic voice and how he rushed to her aid.  He had worked on several combat ships and had experienced the adrenaline rush that came with an attack.  This response was wholly different.  His only thought was getting to her side as quickly as possible.  He loved Unna, but perhaps his love was stronger than even he realized. <br />
<br />
He saw her laying prostrate with Orchid about to behead her.  His body went cold with the realization he could do nothing to stop it.  Then a jedi interceded and Orchid escaped.  He rushed to her side and tried to treat her wounds.  Orchid returned to finish the job and knocked Cox out before he could do anything other than flail at the air behind her.<br />
<br />
When he came to, his first words were, "Is Unna ok?"  Somehow she survived and he was elated.  He spent the next 2 weeks at her side; only leaving if he had to.  His thoughts focused solely on her and their baby's health and their future.<br />
<br />
Cox sends a message to Unna, "Hello Unna.  When you have some time, I'd like to talk about our futures - yours, mine, and our baby's."]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Planning ahead (Open to anyone)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=450</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2017 21:18:28 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=60">Bay</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[(This occurs after visiting Davin on the way to Avalon)<br />
<br />
Bay sat in the cockpit of the 'Castaway's Hope', a data pad lay on his lap as he jotted down some numbers and smiled. He closed the file depicting fuel costs and credits earned and looked up at the swirling blue of hyperspace. He  spottedÂ Cox's ship ahead with the two smaller fightersÂ the jedi had brought along. They were a formidable force for any loot hungry pirates.<br />
<br />
Bay leaned back and placed his hands behind his back and sighed with relief. Having these people around had almost made the debacle atÂ Coruscant bearable. Assassins, rapists, slaves, and politicians was all that he had experienced from the 'heart of civilization' and he was very glad they were behind them.<br />
<br />
He felt bad for the clones, almost guilty, but the universe wasn't a fair place and sometimes you got dealt a bad hand. He wasn't going to waste time worrying about everyone else when he had to worry about himself or the people he cared about. Once he had a safe harbor, a huge cache of credits, and a private droid army, then he'd consider it.<br />
<br />
And he now felt he was making his way towards that very goal. He had a ship, a handful of droids, a group of powerful force users to protect him, and some legitimate seed money. The only thing that bothered him was about what came next. How long until he was being shot or threaten at again?<br />
<br />
He reached over to a button and opened the door to the cockpit. Maybe he could pick the brain of someone who passed by.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[(This occurs after visiting Davin on the way to Avalon)<br />
<br />
Bay sat in the cockpit of the 'Castaway's Hope', a data pad lay on his lap as he jotted down some numbers and smiled. He closed the file depicting fuel costs and credits earned and looked up at the swirling blue of hyperspace. He  spottedÂ Cox's ship ahead with the two smaller fightersÂ the jedi had brought along. They were a formidable force for any loot hungry pirates.<br />
<br />
Bay leaned back and placed his hands behind his back and sighed with relief. Having these people around had almost made the debacle atÂ Coruscant bearable. Assassins, rapists, slaves, and politicians was all that he had experienced from the 'heart of civilization' and he was very glad they were behind them.<br />
<br />
He felt bad for the clones, almost guilty, but the universe wasn't a fair place and sometimes you got dealt a bad hand. He wasn't going to waste time worrying about everyone else when he had to worry about himself or the people he cared about. Once he had a safe harbor, a huge cache of credits, and a private droid army, then he'd consider it.<br />
<br />
And he now felt he was making his way towards that very goal. He had a ship, a handful of droids, a group of powerful force users to protect him, and some legitimate seed money. The only thing that bothered him was about what came next. How long until he was being shot or threaten at again?<br />
<br />
He reached over to a button and opened the door to the cockpit. Maybe he could pick the brain of someone who passed by.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Running Errands ( GM )]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=449</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Aug 2017 09:18:04 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=4">Ashla Marr</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[( Note: This inbeween takes place during the two weeks Unna and the brothers was recovering.)<br />
<br />
Ashla would come to visit Unna during the two weeks she was recovering from her injuries. One day she she went to the Jedi library to do some research. She had been wondering if Plo Koon had followed up on the information she had given him a few years ago, but she had other distractions. She had been wanting to do a follow up onÂ this universe's Ashla,Â and so she started to search about her.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[( Note: This inbeween takes place during the two weeks Unna and the brothers was recovering.)<br />
<br />
Ashla would come to visit Unna during the two weeks she was recovering from her injuries. One day she she went to the Jedi library to do some research. She had been wondering if Plo Koon had followed up on the information she had given him a few years ago, but she had other distractions. She had been wanting to do a follow up onÂ this universe's Ashla,Â and so she started to search about her.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Status quos are made to be broken]]></title>
			<link>http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/showthread.php?tid=447</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2017 23:03:09 -0700</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.orlandogamers.org/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=1">aipsylon</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Gadeon had spent much of the first two days thinking on the offer he had been made by master Dooku, he had decided it was worth consideration, and opened a communications channel. "Ashla, Duncan, Jaden, and Ni, I was made an offer by Grandmaster Dooku that I would like to have your take on. Â He has offered me a seat on the grand council I have thought about it for a while in the solitude of my fighter and after careful consideration I have decided that I need more points of view before I can conclude what it is I wish to do. Â Please, if you have any thoughts points of view or any other comments I should like to hear what it is you have to say.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Gadeon had spent much of the first two days thinking on the offer he had been made by master Dooku, he had decided it was worth consideration, and opened a communications channel. "Ashla, Duncan, Jaden, and Ni, I was made an offer by Grandmaster Dooku that I would like to have your take on. Â He has offered me a seat on the grand council I have thought about it for a while in the solitude of my fighter and after careful consideration I have decided that I need more points of view before I can conclude what it is I wish to do. Â Please, if you have any thoughts points of view or any other comments I should like to hear what it is you have to say.]]></content:encoded>
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