The Fortress. {[(Closed, Hsi and Georg)]}

[Hsi Asmae]

Adumar, the planet of trade an comerse. Why wouldn't Hsi come here on his trading expeditions? Well, there's really no reason, so finally, he goes over there. Before he sets up a shop, he decides to go on a slight vacation. The Palace of Idomur, a former royalty upon Adumar, is on a remote island far from most cities. After the death of Idomur the fourth, the Palace was left empty and turned into a resort. It has many military purposes that could be exploited, but instead of doing this, a rich man decided it would be more financial to exploit its luxuries: Now it is a high pricing Island Resort known across the world as the King's Realm.

So Hsi decided to unload all of his equipment inside of one of the storage rooms, or at least what would fit, and happily bought a room on the upper left spire. The room was comfortable, and for a few days, he had been living here. Then, one day something terrible had happened.

RZ90, a Magna Guard that Rc83 had created, dispanded himself from the Trade Federation with a handful of Droids, ( By which I mean a couple hundred of many different types ) and held all of the residents hostage.

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( Yup, thats my crappy description of plot, get over it )

Hsi looked around the corner in a hush. There were three standard battle droids walking down, talking to each other as if they were idiots. He took his head back 'round the corner before he was seen. He quickly scuttled up the hallway. "What would be the best place to make a stand?" He whispered to himself as he stealthily walked away. He walked passed the ballroom and smirked.

The ball room was large, had only one entrance, and the door was big, bulky, steel, and locked from the inside. All he had to do was get his machines up here, which all he needed to do was press a button, and they'd start heading up. He took out the button and smiled, strolling straight into the ball room. He tried to scout how many droids there were, but couldn't see over the tables. He walked over to one of the tables, and lifted his arms to the top, arely reaching, and began to do a pull up, flailing his legs about as he strained.

When his head poked over the top, he stared at the droids around. There were three super battle droids about. None of them saw him, for he was so short the tables masked him perfectly. Hsi began to contemplate how he could sneak by, and systematically disable the bots, being very careful not to alert any guards...

One of the droids stared in Hsi's direction, and spotted the top of his hood. At first he was confused, staring at a red triangular dot, "Hey..." He asked, "Look at that!"

He lifted his gun at it. The others stared, "Erm...What is it?"

It stepped forward, and caught Hsi's eyes glinting, "Um...Its so small, I think it might be a mouse."

"Don't worry about it then." The other SPD replied.

Hsi listened to their conversation, and he twitched for a moment in anger. "Um..." One of the droids asked, "Where'd it go?"

The next moment they saw a rocket sliding through the bottom of the tables and slamming into the SPD's chest, blowing it apart. Shrapnel of rusty silver flew in every direction, and the other robots turned in shock and surprised. Hsi fired his pistol, sending him flying into a chair, but another robot was hit with the supersonic blast and exploded down the middle, flying into pieces.

The final SPD started firing in many different directions, expecting a batallion of GA enforcers at any moment, scared out of its wits. Then, Hsi jumps on a chair and up onto a table, he stared angrily at the thing and shouts in Jawaese, "You son of a bitch! I'm not a mouse, I'm a freakin' Jawa, how could you think I was a mouse??? I'll kill you and turn you into a scrap pile, and don't you dare call ME SHORT!!!!"

The SPD, who was fluent in Jawaese, as he is a robot and comes standard with many languages, stood there frozen. "What?" It asked, for Hsi spoke so fast it sounded more like, "You sitch, I'm use, I'eakin Waja tink was use, kill yo scapile and Call me SHORT!"
"What? Your the one attacking? hah, how could I fear something so small!" Then it lifted its arm to fire. Hsi glared, and lifted his rocket, smiling. "Uh oh." Was the last recorded words the SPD ever spoke.

[Georg]

Georg stood at the edge of the dock, feeling a bit of ire rise in his chest at his partner's antics. He took a deep, calming breath, reminding himself that the Force was his friend. Without emotions, there was peace. Calm, soothing, centered...

"Goddammit, Georg, I am not getting on that deathtrap of a vessel! And neither are you. Damn, you're a frackin' Jedi, not some wet behind the ears crappy diplomat we just sent to keep them busy!"

But it was hard to be calm and centered when one's partner was acting like such a child. Raphel paced the dock at the edge of the water, his dark robes swirling around his feet and the dock as dark energy crackled around his form. His dark, cruel eyes were bristling with emotion and anger, which was, Georg hated to admit, probably the source of his power. Either way, it was distracting at worse, and made Georg want to hit the Sith over the head just to get him to shut up for two seconds. He rubbed his temples with his fingertips, taking in a deep and shuddering breath.

Calm, patient thoughts.

"What the hell are they thinking? This is a chump job for some greasy git from the Senate, not for a Jedi." The voice came out a dark and feral growl, and Georg could see Raphel's hands twitching to grab his shoulders and shake him a bit.

"Raphel," He started in a soothing voice. Though Georg knew it would do no good. "It is a very great honor to be invited to the ancient palace for this meeting. They don't mean any harm in our mode of transport..."

"Frack this, Georg! We're going home, because I'm not going on that ship!" Raphel's hand darted out to grab the Jedi's elbow, intent on guiding him away from the rickety little rowboat and back towards their ship. Georg wrenched his arm from the Sith's grasp, glaring at him in a rare display of anger.

"Fine then, you big baby. You just stay here and seethe for all I care. I'm going to go do my job, like big boys do." Georg spat at him, and got on the vessel, struggling to regain his Jedi calm. It was rather difficult, since Raphel knew every way to rile him up.

Raphel stayed on the shore, leaning towards the boat and then glancing back to the city. He snorted, and shrugged, turning away from the dock.

He'd be back.

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A few days later, and Georg found himself wishing that he hadn't come to this island. Sitting calmly at the table in the center of the room, he drank his tea with a smooth sereness that was admirable to most of the other people in the room. Servants, high ranking staff and officials were nervous and trembled together like a herd of frightened Bantha. Their captors had left drink and food there, but few of the captives touched it. Occasionally, a woman would wail, but Georg very quickly reached out with the Force to calm the frightened people. It wouldn't do them any good to panicky.

The tea, however, was very good. It was a dark, musky flavor that reminded him of smoked wood and cinnamon. It reminded him of Raphel, which gave him a sharp pang in his chest. Georg had wished that the Sith had been with them, or he would not have been captured as easily as he was.

The droids guarding the entrance to the great meeting room stared at them curiously, Georg could tell that much. He smiled pleasantly, and they seemed to be a bit confused about what he was smiling about. Georg sighed and took another deep drink from his cup, as one of the officials sidled over to him nervously. The great, fat man was covered in sweat, his jowls jiggling with nervousness. He was repulsive, and smelled like a dead Bantha with mange, but Georg kept himself calm. He looked over with his brown eyes calm and soft as a doe, lending comfort to the obese man.

"You're a Jedi, aren't you? Why don't you do something?" He whispered furiously to the young Jedi, who shrugged and took another sip of his tea. "Don't' just sit there! You're supposed to be protecting us!"

Georg shook his head slowly, soft brown hair fluffing around his face and making him look rather too... cute to be taken seriously.

"If you would sit and be calm, Lord Girron, I was in the middle of meditating. I may be able to call someone to help us."

"... Oh."

Georg sighed, and closed his eyes. The droids took no notice of his new calm, as he held the little teacup delicately in his hands. The Force Bond between Georg and Raphel was strong, but he wasn't sure if it was strong enough to carry over water. Either way, he had to try.

And so, he reached out with his metaphorical fingertips through the island. There were a handful of very mildly Force Sensitives in the room with him, but only enough to be a slightly gifted human, not a Jedi or Sith of any kind.

He reached out further, past his own awareness and to... Wait, what was that?

Georg frowned, and prodded a little bit further with his mind. There was someone there, an alien mind touching his almost gently. There was such Force potential in this one, he almost wondered if there was a Jedi or Sith still hiding in the building. It was worth a shot, after all.

Hello? Can you hear me? If you can, I'm afraid I need your help.

[Hsi Asmae]

Hsi stared at his Machines happily. The only ones that could make it were three of the large spiders, they had crawled up the walls with sticky feet without alerting any opponents. Hsi walked over to one of the Spiders and climbed up its side. These things were the real deals, not just the puny one he had following him. They were made of heavy durasteel, and the only weakness were the few seams around the edges, very difficult to exploit, and the power core on their belly, which was difficult to get to.

Each one was large, and had two blasters strapped to the sides of its front. Small, not so heavy powered blasters, used to combat heavy infantry in close quarters. On top of them, were large, heavy cannons. They pointed straight up, and had a gun that could swivel around to fire on anything. He stumbled up onto the back of the machine and reached to the bottom, which held the ammunition. He removed the ammunition, which was the large canon shot, upon impact it would blow up almost anything, and held up the large plasma container, which shot jolts of energy in every direction. He opened up a small 'cupboard' on the side of the Spider and picked up another ammo cartridge, but this one was smaller and more refined, with thin bumpy lines all around it. He put the first one in and replaced the new on into the ammo of the cannon, closing the cupboard and the side of the cannon.

Hsi began repeating the process with the third spider. This new ammo would fire more like a turret than a cannon, which was good for such close quarters fighting, and would allow him to suppress an assault on the ballroom. The third cannon, however, remained just that. The spiders stood to either side of the room, with the cannon version on top of the stage, ready to bombard the center of the room if any droids got passed the first barrage. Hsi then received a mental message.

Hello? Can you hear me? If you can, I'm afraid I need your help.


The Jawa perked up, looking both ways. Then he realized, there must be something else inside of the building. He quickly answered, Yes, I can hear you. Where are you? Who are you? Whats the situation?