NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Pardon the... uh... provocative title. But it is relevant to this. First... some background. Takes place a while after the Klington battle...

It had been several weeks since the ill-fated battle at Klington, and the Godulan populace was still trying to figure out what the heck had happened. They'd had the battle won... and within 30 seconds the Klingtonian resistance had lost their flagship (the empire would have called it miraculous), and their will to fight. Godular was alone now. In a sea of hostile forces much larger and more powerful.

The Godulans themselves were scrambling to construct defenses in their home system, turning Godulan Sol into a veritable warren of PPD Cannons and Defensive platforms. Anybody comes in looking for trouble, a daunting task considering the means required to even find the place, they'd be in for enough world-shattering ordinance to level... well... anything. The Archonal Command Ship was almost finished, down to finishing off the installation of the basic ship systems, Project Widowmaker would soon be underway.

But all this failed to comfort a people suddenly alone in their particular section of the multiverse. How could the Godulans hope to shatter a regime that fools flocked to like moths to a flame, let alone without assistance? Archon Corbox and General Lear considered it a challenge, but even Cassius had to admit it was something akin to trying to crumble a mountain with a jackhammer.

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One, however, saw it as something of an opportunity.

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It was a crappy little tavern. A crappy little cantina in a crappy little town on a crappy planet in the crappy sector of the galaxy (its just to the left of the outer rim, look it up! Its renowned for its wealth of... uh... farming supplies, if yaknowwhatI'msayin'.)

As a matter of fact, it was a crappy day, too. It happened a lot around these parts. Everybody in the cantina was in a crappy mood. The booze was good though. Every now and then, against all odds, somebody would actually laugh in amusement.

A presence at the main entrance stopped the half-hearted revelry though. A single figure stood at the door, almost completely shrouded in shadow despite the dull and constant lighting. Nobody could quite distinguish the newcomer's actual form, much less his/her/its/their face.

All they saw was a shadowy figure standing at the door with a small roll of paper in one hand.

It drifted over to a small section of wall that appeared to be used for various public announcements, making no overt movements to show it was actually walking... it just floated there. After studying the wall for a moment, the paper seemed to unroll and slap onto the wall with a wet schlorp-ish noise.

Then, spooking out the patrons even more, the figure poofed. Nothing was left but a few whisps of black smoke.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the various patrons skittered over to the small poster that had so oddly found its way onto their public announcements wall, wondering what the portentious message said.

It was simply a smiley face with a simple message:

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GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS ASSORTED SITH LORDS AND OTHER RIFF RAFF OF THE GALAXY IN GENERAL!

My name is Kelvin Majestatus, Jedi. Some of you may know me. Some of you may not. All that you happy go lucky death people need to know is the following:

I
Am
Better
Than
You!

Come! Find Me! Fight Me! Prove Me Wrong! Consider this a challenge to all the dark jedi of the galaxy! Lets see you fly!

Have a nice day!

The message soon appeared on Cantina/tavern/boozeshacks throughout the galaxy, each poster saying the exact same thing. A weird message, it most certainly was, and the manner in which it appeared made certain that word would get out of some dude with a death wish posting challenges on barroom walls.

And that was just how Kelvin wanted it.

I howled in laughter as I entered my favorite bar and saw the challenge by Kelvin tagged onto the bulletin board.

In a small bar favored by pirates and the like, in the port-city of Khazad, on the planet Tal Gurik, in the Xerda system, just outside the border of Kendaryn territory... ((OOC: apologies if anyone is already using any of those names))

There was a moment of shocked silence after the figure vanished, and then Gorteth Mallorak stood up. He strode over to the message, moving with an intentional clatter, and read the poster aloud. His rather mechanical sounding voice did not express a great deal of emotion, but Gorteth sounded more amused than anything else.

"Well, this sounds... entertaining. I am not a Jedi, but I think I will try to find this 'Kelvin Majestatus.' I hope no one has any foolish ideas about getting in my way?"

The crowd hastened to assure him that none would try to interfere; Gorteth was well known in this area. He was a Kendaryn MX-38, which was unusual enough; this was the most expensive variety of the Kendaryn war robots, and even the cheapest rivalled small spacecraft in cost. He was also a Rogue, one of the extremely rare robots that had all ethical and moral standards near the bottom of the randomizer's range. There probably weren't more than half a dozen like him in the galaxy... Like most Rogues, Gorteth was heavily modified, and he was by far the most dangerous being in the room.


A short time later, aboard Gorteth's ship, in orbit around Tal Gurik...

Mallorak swiftly gathered his crew for a meeting. Once they had assembled, he got right to the point.

"Have any of you heard of someone named Kelvin Majestatus? No? Well, he seems to have declared that he is better than all others, and issued a challenge to the dark Jedi of the galaxy. I want to find out if he's as tough as he thinks he is."

The crew laughed; they were not very familiar with Jedi, but all of them had seen their captain in battle. After the laughter quieted, Gorteth went on.

"I don't know if there will be any profit in this, so I'm not asking any of you to come with me. Mara will be in charge of the Dragon's Fang while I'm gone. You all know what to do. Any questions?"

"If there's not likely to be any profit in th'matter, why're you going?"

"Call it curiosity. I could learn something useful. Besides, just because I don't know there's any profit to be had, doesn't mean there won't be..."


As the crew returned to their stations, Gorteth departed in the best of the small craft on board, a deceptively harmless looking vessel bearing the name Stardust. He began heading for the Salmath system, scanning all communication frequencies for any mention of Kelvin or his challenge.

OOC: Kendari uses a mixture of magic and technology. Is this character all right? The Salmath system, by the way, is the location of the best information sources in Kendaryn territory.

OOC: Not bad. What kind of magic are we talking?

OOC: Thanks! The magic is my own design; it's completely integrated with their technology. Actual spells and so forth are very rare, and generally originate from out of the kingdom. Kendaryn mages are more on the order of engineers. Basically, it boils down to an explanation for why Kendaryn technology doesn't always have any basis what-so-ever in fact, or at least current scientific knowledge. It includes most of the standard science fiction stuff - shield generators, blast rifles, and the like, including a few variations of my own.

The X class robots are one of the best examples - sort of a cross between an ordinary mechanical/electronic being and a fantasy style golem. Any specific questions about it?

OOC: Oh, yes... and I should mention that one of the Kendaryn specialties is transformation. This is most frequently shown in weapons - multiple varieties can be installed in the same location, and switched between at will. This allows for greater versatility without taking up excessive room.

OOC: This would be sometime after the Daniel is Nothng! thread.

IC:Meditating in the Force, I decided to try and send a message to Kelvin.

Hey, remember me? Daniel Masaki. I don't know if you know, but I was kinda involved in a little scrape against your nation's fleet back at Klington, and well, I dunno if you still like me or not now. But anyway, I was wondering...if you'd want a practice session before all the Sith and other dudes go howling for your blood. I'd still try and find you like everyone else, but knowing you, I hope to be a little faster than the others. I just want to see how good you are now that you learned a few things from me, and to make sure you're still in tip-top shape. To reply, send a message like this, or e-mail me at jedicoolguy@blackorder.com. Hope to hear from you soon! May the Force be with you.

OOC: Thanks! The magic is my own design; it's completely integrated with their technology. Actual spells and so forth are very rare, and generally originate from out of the kingdom. Kendaryn mages are more on the order of engineers. Basically, it boils down to an explanation for why Kendaryn technology doesn't always have any basis what-so-ever in fact, or at least current scientific knowledge. It includes most of the standard science fiction stuff - shield generators, blast rifles, and the like, including a few variations of my own.

The X class robots are one of the best examples - sort of a cross between an ordinary mechanical/electronic being and a fantasy style golem. Any specific questions about it?
OOC: On the face, looks alot like alchemy, which I use to some extent. so how does your ships run?

OOC: On the face, looks alot like alchemy, which I use to some extent. so how does your ships run?
OOC: For FTL travel, they create portals. Basically, they fold the fabric of space-time and put a whole through it, making very long distances very short. However, this cannot be used over short distances, and accuracy decreases at very long ranges (the portal opens within a certain distance of the target location). For shorter distances, they usually use repulsion fields to generate a variation on the rocket. Some of the most expensive (including Stardust; Gorteth's pretty rich) also have Kaos Korp inertial manipulaters, but these take more power to use than repulsion fields. Energy comes from a number of sources, encluding solar power and matter to energy conversion of space debris.

Hey, remember me? Daniel Masaki. I don't know if you know, but I was kinda involved in a little scrape against your nation's fleet back at Klington, and well, I dunno if you still like me or not now. But anyway, I was wondering...if you'd want a practice session before all the Sith and other dudes go howling for your blood. I'd still try and find you like everyone else, but knowing you, I hope to be a little faster than the others. I just want to see how good you are now that you learned a few things from me, and to make sure you're still in tip-top shape. To reply, send a message like this, or e-mail me at jedicoolguy@blackorder.com. Hope to hear from you soon! May the Force be with you.

Kelvin sat in a small corner of the Mos Eisley cantina, sipping a small glass of... whatever the heck the sludge was... tasted like cherry flavored bantha spit.

You would think a nine-year-old child in desert camo and a bolo cap would draw attention in such an establishment of negotiable virtue, however, everybody in the general vicinity seemed to have the idea that he was just a one-legged Rhodian waiting for his shipment of Yo-Yos to come in.

The message from Daniel popped into his mind with an odd glittery sound... as though Tinkerbell had decided to curse him out for leaving a toilet seat up.

He giggled happily to himself for a while. Causing the illusion he'd set up to go into a sneezing fit.

I hold no grudges. I was not there.

If I were, Chronosia would have overshot its mark in Warpspace, left you two alone, and I would not be talking to you today. We are still curious as to how Corneliu managed to whip such a large ship around after firing at us and one-shot Klington's flagship as it was firing. Even the sensor reading replays say that it honestly should not have happened. How they knew our Voidshields had been turned off is beyond us as well, being that it is a passive system and not readily apparent until it is already too late.

But enough with nitpicking. Godular's main beef is with Corneliu anyway. What did they call it? Kanly? Yes, that is the word. The Godulan Archonate has declared Kanly on the Servers.

Like I said though, I hold no grudges. The Godulan's let grudges sit on their heads like a sack of wet rags, however.

So you wish to see how I have progressed? I think you will find that I have spent a great deal of time studying tactics and honing my abilities to even greater heights. I have even discovered a few abilities on my own. The Avatars are new, for instance.

Kelvin sipped some more of the odd goo he'd been nursing.

Speaking of which, if you take a look at the inside of your office door, you will find a small stick-it note. It will have the name of the planet to start looking on. I will not stay long, however, but I will tell you where I am if I move elsewhere.

A small note materialized and attached itself to Daniel's office door, out of general view, in order to make certain that the only person who found it would have to know exactly where to look. It had a little smiley face on it, reading "Tatooine". The two "o"s had been situated over the smiley's eyes, making them appear somewhat more enthusiastic than a smiley would normally be. A couple of eyebrows had even been drawn over the o's.

Kelvin finished off his cup of glop, and had the bartender get him a glass of water, along with another cup of the cherry goo. It was the only non-alcoholic drink in the joint, so he had to live with it.

I looked at the inside of my office door, and lo and behold, there it is, in all it's 9-year-old kid glory.

"Tatooine, eh?" I smiled. "Looks like once again, it's the planet of beginnings."

I made sure everything was set up well, and operatives are cleaning out crime nicely. Fear strikes the criminal at the mere mention of the Black Order!

I left my office, heading to the hangar bay. I put up Rocky into his usual slot, and told him we'll be heading to Tatooine. He whistled gleefuly and began the startup sequence while I put on my helmet and climbed into the cockpit. I zoomed out of the hangar bay with clearance, and almost as soon as I escaped the atmosphere, I jumped into hyperspace for the desert planet.

Stardust soon arrived in the Salmath system; the little craft soared in without challenge from the battle stations that guarded this important area. With a touch of regret, Gorteth brought the ship to a quiet landing on Korvial, most famous of Salmath's three inhabited planets. He had hoped to learn something useful before arriving, but he had heard nothing about Kelvin Majestatus or his challenge.

Gorteth shifted to human appearance before leaving his vessel. The disguise wouldn't fool any analytical instruments, but it would attract a lot less attention on the streets than the sight of an MX-38. He couldn't afford to risk drawing too much notice this far from the border.

He entered the great Korvian Library, deposited a few credits in an open computer, and started the search for any available information about Kelvin Majestatus, Jedi. Though he could not process data with the speed of an ordinary high-grade computer, he was a lot faster than any human; he began scanning through each file that came up, refining his search when he found false leads.

OOC: The Korvian Library has ties to every database the Kendaryns have remote access to, information about every significant source of knowledge they know about, and a sizable collection of data available no-where else. Gorteth should get anything that's common knowledge about him, quite a bit that is little known, and a list of possible contacts that might know more. Since I don't know any of that, you'll need to give me an overview of what comes up.

Kelvin sat in his particular booth, back against the wall, dozing lightly. One of the suns had drifted into view of one of the windows of the Cantina, bathing him in a nice, if somewhat smokey warmth.

A number of clomping footsteps brought him somewhat reluctantly out of his blissful reverie, particularly when they stopped at his booth. He decided he would not open his eyes just yet. Maybe they would keep going after seeing a lowly Rhodian Yo-Yo Smuggler.

"Oy!" burbled a gruff and scratchy voice somewhat ahead and above him. "This be OUR table!"

After several seconds, Kelvin decided that the comment was directed at him. "The place is half empty. There is plenty of seating elsewhere. As a matter of fact, there is a vacant corner booth which would allow you and your friends a much larger amount of room."

Snort, Snort, Growl, Snort, Warble. "You not be understandin' sommin'! THIS--" >thud< "--Is OUR table."

"Punching tables is hardly a claim upon such things."

Giggle, Geggle, Gaggle, Goggle, Guggle. "You want I should punch YOU then?"

"No. Matter of fact, today is a nice day."

Silence suddenly reigned. "Today... is a nice day," five voices chorused in unison... though tone-deaf and with various accents.

"It is too nice a day to be fighting."

"Too... nice a day to be fighting..."

"Say, today is such a nice day that you people should go out and... oh... have a barbecue."

"Have... a barbecue..."

"Make it into a party, even!"

"Party... a party would be great." The bullies were starting to go along with his telepathic cajoling. Nobody could resist a barbecue. Ever. Period. Dammit.

"You better hurry though, the suns are getting low. I understand the nights here are quite cold."

The group of bullies looked at each other with an urgent look on their faces, then shuffled out of the Cantina in a controlled panic. "I'll get the meat... who's getting the brew?" one of them said as they ambled out the door.

Kelvin heard a muffled "Woo!" a few seconds later.

His stomach growled at him. Crap... that barbecue talk got me hungry...

He brought the remnants of his drink back to the Bartender, then stood on his tip-toes, making it look like the Rhodian was leaning in close. "Say there, chief, where is a good chowhouse around these parts?"

The bartender was rather surprised that the Rhodian was speaking such a strange dialect of english... (Kelvin gave the Rhodian a southern drawl) but gave him the directions to a nearby outhouse of a restaurant.

He chuckled as he wandered out of the Cantina and saw the sign:

CRISPY CRITTER BAR AND GRILL
You kill it
We grill it!
(50% discount)

I broke hyperspace and returned to realspace, the twin suns of Tatoo revolving around each other like lovers locked in a dancing embrace. I sped to the desert planet of Tatooine, recalling stories of Luke's homeland from archives in the Jedi Academy. I sped to the Mos Eisley spaceport, taking a docking bay for myself.

I landed on the hard-packed sand, and climbed out, Jedi robe covering my skin from the harsh suns and the sand. I pulled the hood over, and set out to find Kelvin, who I know would be in disguise.

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OOC: The Korvian Library has ties to every database the Kendaryns have remote access to, information about every significant source of knowledge they know about, and a sizable collection of data available no-where else. Gorteth should get anything that's common knowledge about him, quite a bit that is little known, and a list of possible contacts that might know more. Since I don't know any of that, you'll need to give me an overview of what comes up.
OOC: Sorry to grumble, but there's not much I can do until I get a response for this...

It appeared to be a slow night in the Crispy Critter. Judging from the menu scribbled on a large electronic chalkboard on the back wall, Bantha road-kill had evidently been strangely prevalent recently. He could only see half the menu, though. Anything over six feet tall in the building would have been choked by the smoke that clung to the ceiling like a wispy leech.

He sat down at what appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, a large steel drum with three barstools situated around it. He had to admit the place had a certain ambiance to it. At least, he thought it was ambiance... maybe the kitchen was on fire.

An industrial wrecking droid trundled up to his table in short order, speaking with a disturbingly friendly female voice. Kelvin had the distinct impression that were it capable of doing so, the thing would have been chewing gum. Bubbalicious, to be exact.

"What'll it be, suga?"

Kelvin shivered internally, but was quick in his response: "Meat."

"Any preferences there?"

"A Haunch the size of a small planet."

"How ya wan't it?"

"I wish that sucker... to burn."

"And your sides..."

"I almost dread what the potato salad is made of, but I will take two shots of that. And to answer your next, Ice water."

The imposing droid finished scribbling on its tablet and wheeled off. Kelvin heard it off in the distance:

"HEY! BIGASS ASS, ROASTED TOASTED BOILED AND BROASTED, AND SLAP TWO ROUNDS OF SPUD MUD ON IT!"

Kelvin LIKED this place...

OOC: Sorry to grumble, but there's not much I can do until I get a response for this...

There ain't much if anything known publically about Kelvin. He's only known to Corneliu, Klington, and CW, and only in very secret measures.

There would, however, be a whole bunch of new news stories about the weird figures popping into bars around the galaxy and putting up the poster, with the same message. Including a few people who are getting some kind of Zorro complex and taking responsibility for the postings.

You know, the typical rabble... Old man in a bath robe... a strange Ithorian with a limp... a mangy wookie... a nine year old kid pictured in desert camo and a bolo cap and a disarming grin... a talking chihuahua...

I slipped into the dusk, searching out with the Force for the kid. He's not easy to find, I can see that. But what's this? A slight increase in Force activity? Yes. I see now. A steady use of the Force means he's maintaining an illusion. I smiled, and headed towards CRISPY CRITTER BAR AND GRILL, a place I've never seen before, but still looks...like the Cantina with a smoking-only policy.

I entered the grill place, and sat down on what amounts to a bar.

The industrial droid loomed, and with a voice of disturbing friendliness, "What'll be?"

"Hmm. Let's try...BBQ Nerfribs and fries, please. And, uh..." I didn't like the sound of the various drinks. "water."

"BLOODY BONES AND SALTED FINGERS!" the droid yelled, sauntering off to get orders from others.

Not bad, if a bit smoky around here.

Gorteth scanned tirelessly through the report, data scrolling across the screen in a constant blur of motion. An astonishingly small amount of it was useful. There were, of course, the standard assortment of people who just happened to have the same name; most were clearly unrelated to the mysterious message. There were 'countless' groups wondering about the source of the challenge. Scattered throughout were a few who claimed to have issued it. Most of them were probably just nuts, but they were still the best lead he had.

Gorteth could not believe that this mysterious Kelvin Majestatus had issued his challenge with no intention of ever seeing those who responded. While he might well want to remain hidden, he surely wanted to see the results of his message. This meant there was probably bait set out for the hunters, and one or more of those who claimed responsibility seemed the most likely possibility. Where there was bait, there would be a monitoring system of some sort, and that might provide more information. Besides, even the list of potential contacts had come up empty.

After saving the available information about these people (little enough), Gorteth returned to Stardust and loaded all of this data onto the ship's computer. A few moments later it had calculated the most efficient course to search the most recent recorded location for each. Gorteth sent the craft rocketing off the planet, and sent it through a portal as soon as it left the atmosphere. His real search was beginning...

Of course, he continued to scan all frequencies for mention of the mysterious Kelvin Majestatus.

OOC: Do you want to play out the investigation of the first, or shall I just skip to "After questioning many who proved to know nothing about the true Kelvin, Gorteth finally arrived at Tatooine..."?

OOC: Go through a few of the fakers first. It should gimme enough time for Kelvin and Masaki to meet/talk/fight/stuff. And also a chance for Palpatine to react when Kelvin sends an avatar to stick a post-it note on his forehead. :p

Kelvin had evidently ordered the 940 ounce special. The damn thing was about 5 inches thick and a foot wide. And evidently, the cook's idea of potato salad was to find something that vaguely resembled a tuber, mash it to nothing, put so many mouth-torching types of spice into it that the vitriolic goo made his spoon wilt. The corpses of four other spoons rested in peace behind the... it smelled like a combination of Tabasco and Maple Syrup.

He kept an eye on the robed figure sitting at the bar... he knew exactly who it was. He is fast.

Kelvin proceeded to make the best effort he could at denting the enormous slab of charred Bantha Beef. He was surprised he managed to finish off as much as he did when he left some credits on the table and floundered off the stool. The stuff sat on his stomach like a wad of lead.

He ambled over to the robed figure and did a half-hearted headbutt on the small of the fellow's back. Making the illusion seem like the Rhodian was poking him, but couldn't get the strength to extend a finger.

"Hey there, HHHHHHombray, you seen a ship with a hoarde of Yo-Yo's anywhere? I'm waitin' fer a big ship-meant."

Also sending a mental note:

Play along, Mister.

OOC: Go through a few of the fakers first. It should gimme enough time for Kelvin and Masaki to meet/talk/fight/stuff. And also a chance for Palpatine to react when Kelvin sends an avatar to stick a post-it note on his forehead. :p

Kelvin had evidently ordered the 940 ounce special. The damn thing was about 5 inches thick and a foot wide. And evidently, the cook's idea of potato salad was to find something that vaguely resembled a tuber, mash it to nothing, put so many mouth-torching types of spice into it that the vitriolic goo made his spoon wilt. The corpses of four other spoons rested in peace behind the... it smelled like a combination of Tabasco and Maple Syrup.

He kept an eye on the robed figure sitting at the bar... he knew exactly who it was. He is fast.

Kelvin proceeded to make the best effort he could at denting the enormous slab of charred Bantha Beef. He was surprised he managed to finish off as much as he did when he left some credits on the table and floundered off the stool. The stuff sat on his stomach like a wad of lead.

He ambled over to the robed figure and did a half-hearted headbutt on the small of the fellow's back. Making the illusion seem like the Rhodian was poking him, but couldn't get the strength to extend a finger.

"Hey there, HHHHHHombray, you seen a ship with a hoarde of Yo-Yo's anywhere? I'm waitin' fer a big ship-meant."

Also sending a mental note:

Play along, Mister.
Using the Force to enhance my eyes, I could see the boy pretending to be a general in that desert camo behind the Rodian. Right.

"Don't think I have, pardner." I said, changing my voice to that of a cowboy's. "Must be late."

"Tar-Nayshun! I've been here for six durn days, and that blasted port aw-thoritee won't let me check for my own durn ship-meant!"

If you wish to test me, it would be better to do it outside of town. Where is a good spot around here? I heard this place has some sort of significance, but I could not find out much more.

"Sayayayayay... you looks like one of them Jed-Eye fellers! Could you maybe do one of them mind trick thingamajiggerbobacallits and get my... err... ban lifted?"

Yes, I am overdoing it. No, I do not know why.

"Tar-Nayshun! I've been here for six durn days, and that blasted port aw-thoritee won't let me check for my own durn ship-meant!"

If you wish to test me, it would be better to do it outside of town. Where is a good spot around here? I heard this place has some sort of significance, but I could not find out much more.

"Sayayayayay... you looks like one of them Jed-Eye fellers! Could you maybe do one of them mind trick thingamajiggerbobacallits and get my... err... ban lifted?"

Yes, I am overdoing it. No, I do not know why.
There's a plateau where the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi used to live. I could take you there.

"Oy, pardner, what makes ya think I'm some kinda Jedi, eh?" I said back.

"I dunno... its subtle-like. I think its the robe... cuz unless you is a jawa with one of them whore-moan problems..."

Kelvin mocked going into a Hee-Haw frenzy.

"You... is a Jed-Eye."

Wait wait wait, was I not brought to the Jedi academy by Obi Wan? Or was Binky the Jedi really Binky Junior? Bah, no matter. If its isolated, lets go.

"I dunno... its subtle-like. I think its the robe... cuz unless you is a jawa with one of them whore-moan problems..."

Kelvin mocked going into a Hee-Haw frenzy.

"You... is a Jed-Eye."

Wait wait wait, was I not brought to the Jedi academy by Obi Wan? Or was Binky the Jedi really Binky Junior? Bah, no matter. If its isolated, lets go.
"Smart, for a dumbass like ya." I said. "Bit I coulda killed a Jedi and took the robe."

It was the original Obi-Wan Kenobi who lived here about 100 years ago. He's the guy who helped bring along Master Luke Skywalker, who restarted the Jedi Knights, on a journey far from here when he was my age. Amazing story, really. C'mon, I'll get a rental speeder. Oh, and you can drop the illusion once we're out.

I got up, having eaten only half my food, and paid for it. Then I headed out.

Kelvin willed the illusion to cough a couple times and amble out in a drunken stupor as he himself followed Daniel out of the restaurant.

As soon as the Rhodian wandered into the light of the setting suns, it poofed into nothingness, leaving nothing but the nine-year old boy in desert camo and the weird Bolo Cap.

"You know, I did not even know what a Rhodian was. There are so many strange races wandering around. One of them looked like a humanoid ribbon..."

On an unimportant planet in an unimportant system not far from the Kendaryn border, significant only in that it is the first place Gorteth investigates in his search...

Stardust emerged from its latest portal about 30 light-minutes from the star - on the opposite side, as it happened. Gorteth briefly tapped the controls of the Inertial Manipulator, spinning the vessel swiftly to face the target world, and began gliding toward it.

With a momentary shimmer and a quiet click, he shifted one hand into a Variable Energy Projector (VEP). Gorteth sent a a complex, ever changing beam of light flickering into a concealed receptor on the control console. A small panel slid aside to reveal the controls for the alternate storage hold system. This rare device, based on the same principles as the common Kendaryn alternate weapons, had cost Gorteth more than the rest of the ship combines, but he considered it well worth the investment. Now, one click of a button produced his collection of observation drones.

After deploying a score of drones, Gorteth brought Stardust quietly into the planet's atmosphere. The local media was talking about little besides the challenge, and it was no difficult task to locate the small town where the alleged Majestatus lived. Repulsion beams kicking up a wind below him, Gorteth landed his craft quietly outside the town. Again using human apppearance, he moved quietly in.

He found an old man surrounded by a crowd of people in the town square. The old man was bellowing over the noise of the crowd.

"All these years I've told you I'm a Jedi master, and none of you believed me! Well, I'm tired of being doubted. I've proved my power!!"

"Bordo, you liar, we all know you didn't send send the messages. I was there myself, and saw your face when that ghost or what ever it was showed up in the-"

"The challengers will start showing up soon! I'll show you!!!"

Unnoticed in the commotion, Gorteth flipped his visual receptors swiftly through all settings. The old drunk looked perfectly normal in each of them. He decided that there would be no information to be had here unless the man was being watched... but there could be some entertainment.

Stepping forward, he announced "Greetings! I am looking for Kelvin Majestatus."

"Die, Dark Jedi scum!" the old man shrieked. Pulling a flashlight from his belt, he charged. Gorteth shifted his hand to one holding a Narvok heavy blaster and fired one stun bolt. The blue beam shot right through the wide cone of the flashlight, and the old man collapsed.

"Heh. I thought he'd run. You lot are sure he doesn't know anything about the real challenger?"

"You... you didn't k- kill him... did you?" quavered one of the townsfolk.

"He's just stunned. He'll wake up in about an hour."

"Bordo's just an old fool, he don't know nothin' important. He's been claimin' t'be a Jedi as long as anyone can remember, but he ain't even got good luck at cards."

"Very well. Thank you for your time. Perhaps this little incident will... calm... your friend a bit."

The gun vanished, and Gorteth strode back to his ship. He took off, gathered the observation drones, and set off for his next target. If anything interesting had happened near the planet while he was there, he would know before he arrived...

OOC: How's that for an example investigation? Is there anything I should know before planning any more?

Depends on where the "Nine Year Old in Camo and a Bolo Hat" is on the list... He kinda pulled a 'Hiding in Plain Sight' move.

Would likely help to check on background information of the posers... Kelvin doesn't have any...

Kelvin willed the illusion to cough a couple times and amble out in a drunken stupor as he himself followed Daniel out of the restaurant.

As soon as the Rhodian wandered into the light of the setting suns, it poofed into nothingness, leaving nothing but the nine-year old boy in desert camo and the weird Bolo Cap.

"You know, I did not even know what a Rhodian was. There are so many strange races wandering around. One of them looked like a humanoid ribbon..."
"A Rodian is kinda humanoid, and has what looks like a fly's head on top. They're blue or green-skinned, usually." I said. I escorted the boy (my "cousin" if anyone asked) to a rental shop and then haggled over landspeeder. Looks rusty, though I could tell it's relatively taken care of well.

"Not much, but should be ok for now." I said, and we hopped into the landspeeder. "Oh yeah, in the deserts itself, we gotta be on our guards. Tusken Raiders like to pick off anyone that wanders off the towns and they're slightly Force-resistant (doesn't stop Force attacks, just mindtricks and simple illusions), and the Sarlaccs and Krayt Dragons are always looking for a meal of unwary youngsters."

I turned the key, and the landspeeder engine turned over. I then headed out of the town, and into the wide expanse of desert. The only other place I know of that is this type of desert planet is Arakkis, or Dune, but thank goodness no giant sandworms live here! Unless you count the sarlacc, but they're more like antlions with tentacles. I sped into Anchorhead, where descendants of the Darklighter Family have basically taken over the moisture farms, then sped back out into the deserts, and towards Obi-Wan's cave.

OOC: *smacks forehead* Why didn't I think of that?

IC:
The information gathered by the observation drones boiled down to one word: nothing. There had been no sign what-so-ever of any unusual observers in the area (except, of course, the drones themselves). This little trip was beginning to look like it might take quite a while, and Gerteth hoped to find Kelvin before too many others arrived.

Then, as Stardust was preparing the second portal, he had an idea.

This "Bordo" person was well known in the area to be rather crazy, A scan of common knowledge about each might weed out quite a few similar cases. For that matter, as secretive as Kelvin Majestatus seems to be, there shouldn't be much information about the real one...

"Stardust, run a sort on that list of suspects for volume of available information. If there are any exceptional cases, display them; otherwise, bring up those with the most information."

A few moments later, the results appeared on a data screen.
Sort complete.
Four suspects are well below the expected standard of knowledge for an ordinary inhabitant of a community.
18 are somewhat below.
37 are borderline.

"How long would it take to search those four? How much time would this add to the total investigation?"

Expected travel time: 127 hours.
Expected delay due to decreased efficiency of search pattern: 170 hours.

"These are far more likely to provide results. Set course for the first of them."

OOC: I was hoping there'd be a few more people showing up by the time he arrived, but that doesn't look very likely...

OOC: There's supposed to be a few others due.

Kelvin inspected the Landspeeder as they buzzed along the horrendously boring landscape. Such a nifty little thing, these Landspeeders. No wheels required or anything.

"On Godulan Earth, we have Spacefold Platforms every two blocks in the major cities, and one for each little hamlet in the countryside. We do not even USE cars or airplanes or jets anymore. Nothing is ever more than a short walk away. One can go from Tokyo, to Archona, to Rheinland, then to Manhattan in an hour total. Still, the ingenuity present in things such as this landspeeder never ceases to amaze me.

"But then, Godulans are taught the skills of engineering almost as much as they are taught the arts of combat and tactics. We can just see something working and figure it out with little trouble. We are good at duplicating technologies. VERY good."

He looked out at the landscape again as the LandSpeeder buzzed along.

"Wow... when it gets dark out here, it gets DARK out."

OOC: Sorry about not posting, I'll be in this thread soon, Real soon.

OOC: No Prob... a tad busy at the moment myself. Quantum Mechanics homework. Joy and rapture.

OOC: There's supposed to be a few others due.

Kelvin inspected the Landspeeder as they buzzed along the horrendously boring landscape. Such a nifty little thing, these Landspeeders. No wheels required or anything.

"On Godulan Earth, we have Spacefold Platforms every two blocks in the major cities, and one for each little hamlet in the countryside. We do not even USE cars or airplanes or jets anymore. Nothing is ever more than a short walk away. One can go from Tokyo, to Archona, to Rheinland, then to Manhattan in an hour total. Still, the ingenuity present in things such as this landspeeder never ceases to amaze me.

"But then, Godulans are taught the skills of engineering almost as much as they are taught the arts of combat and tactics. We can just see something working and figure it out with little trouble. We are good at duplicating technologies. VERY good."

He looked out at the landscape again as the LandSpeeder buzzed along.

"Wow... when it gets dark out here, it gets DARK out."
"Yeah, it's real cool out here." I said, looking up at the stars. Soon enough, we reached Obi-Wan's old hideout, now empty of everything. "Well, it's nice enough here."

I hopped out of the speeder, and stretched myself, preparing for the duel.

Kelvin looked at the strange hut. He could tell that the place had obviously been abandoned, yet also somewhat well-traveled.

"Such a quaint little place. I cannot say that I agree with the original tenant's choice of locale, however."

He turned to see Daniel stretching nearby, and drew conclusions.

"Down to business then, I suppose. I suppose it is something of a blessing that the night is so dark, as we will not be able to rely upon our eyes quite as well."

All at once, Kelvin executed a strange form of contortion, seemingly curling backwards at every joint. Almost every part of his body bent in ways it shouldn't normally have been able to. A bonecurdling chorus of pops and cricks accompanied the move, accompanied by a sigh of accomplishment when he snapped everything back to normal, and more cricks and pops as he bent everything in another direction. Even his TEETH flexed.

He finished off with a series of inhumanly swift capoeira maneuvers. It was like watching a break dancer on fast-forward. Then he went into Jujitsu, Aikido, and a few other styles not readily nameable nor recognizable.

As he finished, he checked his Bolo hat to make certain it was still on, then took it off and flung it away, where it came to rest upon one of the handles of the landspeeder.

"I do not want my favorite hat to be damaged."

He held his left hand out, and flexed his fingers some more. A great prismatic blade of energy sprang into being in his hand, forming into the length and shape of a Bastard Sword, hilt and all.

"You should see me when I create light-sai. Now... shall we begin?"

Kelvin smiled enthusiastically.

I nodded, then ignited my own lightsaber, electric blue, just like my lightning. "Haaa!"

I struck, quick as the wind! My lightsaber a blur to the naked eye, I aimed for the boy's midsection.

Kelvin felt time slow around him as Daniel lunged forward. Bringing his sword-arm around in a sweeping motion to deflect Masaki's blow, and swiftly turning his wrist to bring his lightsword to bear on Masaki's knees.

At the same time, his feet did an almost imperceptible shift in position, prepping for a roundhouse kick at eye level.

Kelvin felt time slow around him as Daniel lunged forward. Bringing his sword-arm around in a sweeping motion to deflect Masaki's blow, and swiftly turning his wrist to bring his lightsword to bear on Masaki's knees.
I flicked my wrist instantly, blocking the sword and pushing it to the side.

At the same time, his feet did an almost imperceptible shift in position, prepping for a roundhouse kick at eye level.
I acted the Force upon the foot, slowing it with an invisible hand, then catching it in my hand, preparing a throw to get the kid off-balance.

Kelvin shot into the air just as Daniel caught his foot, swinging around with the other leg to finish off what the first got intercepted for.

His sword-arm also swept around, lightning fast, to assist Masaki's sword along its path, attempting to throw Masaki off balance for a critical instant.

Kelvin shot into the air just as Daniel caught his foot, swinging around with the other leg to finish off what the first got intercepted for.
Not bad. I thought, as I just ducked under the foot, releasing the other.
His sword-arm also swept around, lightning fast, to assist Masaki's sword along its path, attempting to throw Masaki off balance for a critical instant.
Not for nothing did I learn fencing, as I broke the sword lock and stabbed forward.

Kelvin didn't even think about what happened next. He tapped Masaki's shoulder with his left foot as Masaki let go, and launched himself some ten feet away, shifting in midair to slam both feet into the ground like a steam piston, shaking the ground around him and stirring up a small cloud of dust.

As he shot back up to his full height, his blade seemed to warp and shimmer slightly, taking on the shape of a large hook as he brought it to bear.

His grin remained enthusiastic.

Kelvin didn't even think about what happened next. He tapped Masaki's shoulder with his left foot as Masaki let go, and launched himself some ten feet away, shifting in midair to slam both feet into the ground like a steam piston, shaking the ground around him and stirring up a small cloud of dust.

As he shot back up to his full height, his blade seemed to warp and shimmer slightly, taking on the shape of a large hook as he brought it to bear.

His grin remained enthusiastic.
"Nothing less than what I expect from you, Kelvin." I smirked. Then I disappeared with a small crack.

And reappeared right behind the boy, throwing a right-foot spinning heel kick towards his cheek.

As if by instinct, Kelvin lunged straight forward, arms down and shoulder ready, straight away from Masaki...

Until he himself teleported directly behind Masaki with a similar crack of air, charging in with a Shoulder-Block to his back.

As if by instinct, Kelvin lunged straight forward, arms down and shoulder ready, straight away from Masaki...

Until he himself teleported directly behind Masaki with a similar crack of air, charging in with a Shoulder-Block to his back.
"Crap, I forgot about that!" I got grazed in the process of dodging. Back slightly sore, but not injured, I hopped back, and shot lightning at Kelvin.

Kelvin's sword arm moved of its own volition, bringing up a Light-Shield to soak up the electricity. As soon as the initial charge dissipated, Kelvin vaulted into the air, dispersing his shield in the process.

As he flew, a pair of what appeared to be wickedly bladed light-chakrams materialized in his hands. He came to a landing on top of Obi-Wan's house, and immediately let fly with his conjured disks of light, lunging towards Masaki as soon as they left his fingers.

Kelvin's sword arm moved of its own volition, bringing up a Light-Shield to soak up the electricity. As soon as the initial charge dissipated, Kelvin vaulted into the air, dispersing his shield in the process.

As he flew, a pair of what appeared to be wickedly bladed light-chakrams materialized in his hands. He came to a landing on top of Obi-Wan's house, and immediately let fly with his conjured disks of light, lunging towards Masaki as soon as they left his fingers.
"Two can play at that game, kid!" I laughed as I dodged and blocked the chakrams. Finding an opening, I returned fire with a couple of shuriken.

"True," Kelvin stated, "But there is one critical issue:" he continued as he brought both shurikens to a stop in midair and reversed their direction.

"I can catch yours."

The Chakrams ricocheted in unison off nearby surfaces, heading back towards Masaki, and Kelvin supplemented their approach by returning Masaki's shurikens back to him, point first.

"True," Kelvin stated, "But there is one critical issue:" he continued as he brought both shurikens to a stop in midair and reversed their direction.

"I can catch yours."

The Chakrams ricocheted in unison off nearby surfaces, heading back towards Masaki, and Kelvin supplemented their approach by returning Masaki's shurikens back to him, point first.
"Argh!" I missed a dodge by one of my own shuriken, and my chest started bleeding...except that my body disappeared in a puff of smoke, replaced with a rock that was then sliced in half by the Chakrams. Where am I?

Kelvin felt Daniel's force aura behind him, and knew this time that a body block would be expected.

Dispersing the chakrams and letting the remaining shuriken fall to the ground, he clapped his hands together over his head, causing a detonation of intense light akin to a large flash bomb.

He followed up his move with a few other things he'd taught himself, first slamming his fists into the ground with the fury of a meteor strike... enough force to knock anybody off of their feet, and clapping his hands over his head again, generating a pulse of condensed telekinetic energy intended to turn surrounding enemies' loss of balance into being tossed twenty feet or into a wall... whichever hits first.

Kelvin felt Daniel's force aura behind him, and knew this time that a body block would be expected.

Dispersing the chakrams and letting the remaining shuriken fall to the ground, he clapped his hands together over his head, causing a detonation of intense light akin to a large flash bomb.

He followed up his move with a few other things he'd taught himself, first slamming his fists into the ground with the fury of a meteor strike... enough force to knock anybody off of their feet, and clapping his hands over his head again, generating a pulse of condensed telekinetic energy intended to turn surrounding enemies' loss of balance into being tossed twenty feet or into a wall... whichever hits first.
Unfortunately, I wasn't behind Kelvin. I was above him, hand cracking with electricity, as I zapped towards him from 20 feet, about to strike him like, well, lightning. It's my second most powerful attack, Raikiri, the Lightning Blade. My most powerful is casting a huge bolt of lightning powerful enough to overwhelm a small ship's shields.

The Concussion Pulse Kelvin generated with his third clap tossed Daniel a good distance, but Masaki's energy fist also disrupted the pulse slightly, carrying its effect over to Kelvin himself, and driving him into the ground like a piledriver.

Kelvin crawled up to his feet, slowly, considering he had essentially punched himself in the face, and looked at the small Kelvin-Shaped indentation in the ground. His grin, though somewhat shaky, grew wider.

"COOL!"

Masaki landed nearby... not nearly so coordinated. Well... he didn't so much land on the ground, as hit it.

Kelvin started forward momentarily, the enthusiastic grin replaced by one of genuine concern. Oh dear... I hope I did not hurt him...

There was also a Daniel-shaped crater in the ground where I crashed. My eyes spun like crazy at the amount of damage done to me when the dust cleared. @_@

A couple minutes passed, and I was able to struggle up out of my little hole in the rock, breathing hard and covered with cuts and scratches all over. I grinned as well. "Hey! Let's call it a day, ok? I'm beat."

"No problem," Kelvin said, walking tentatively towards Masaki. "Do you wish me to take a look at that shuriken wound? I would hate to think I broke any of your bones or hit something important."

As he walked, Kelvin seemed to vibrate slightly, and the various bits of dust that had adhered to him during the fight poofed off all at once.

"I feel it necessary to apologize for that last move. I believe I amped up my pulse a little too high by accident. I was not expecting it to hit quite as hard. What was that last thing you did? I felt it just before the pulse. It was quite powerful."

"No problem," Kelvin said, walking tentatively towards Masaki. "Do you wish me to take a look at that shuriken wound? I would hate to think I broke any of your bones or hit something important."
"There's no shuriken wound, don't worry." I said, showing my chest. "That is an illusion designed to fool an enemy into thinking I'm injured, even as I replace myself with a surrounding object and then I attack where he's not expecting an attack. It's called Kawarmi no Jutsu, the body-switching technique, and it works on the best of foes if it's effective. If you want, I could teach you it."

As he walked, Kelvin seemed to vibrate slightly, and the various bits of dust that had adhered to him during the fight poofed off all at once.

"I feel it necessary to apologize for that last move. I believe I amped up my pulse a little too high by accident. I was not expecting it to hit quite as hard. What was that last thing you did? I felt it just before the pulse. It was quite powerful."
"No need to apologize. You needed to defeat your foe quickly, and you did so. A victory for you, and that's what will count in the battles to come." I said, smiling. Kelvin. Powerful, yet still innocent. A very rare combination.

"As for my special attack? It's called Raikiri, the Lightning Blade. It's also known as Chidori, for the sound it makes like that of a thousand birds at full power. Mine was about 50%." I said, forming a claw-like hand and a little bit of the Force collected into a glowing, sparking ball. "It's said to be powerful enough to split another lightning bolt. It's a contact move, designed to electrocute, and in the most powerful and deadly form, cut through an opponent like a blade. It's my second most powerful lightning attack."

"Hmm... I suppose it did not help much," Kelvin said as he noted Masaki's very not-wounded chest. "I understand how you teleport, but I cannot see how you seemingly pick an object at random and replace yourself with it."

Kelvin held one of his hands before him and concentrated slightly. After a few seconds, a small blue spark of electricity popped and fizzled on his index finger.

"I believe I figured something else out, though..."

He let the electric spark fade back into nothingness, then looked at his hands again. "I do not believe I have any 'most powerful attack'. As of yet, anyway. I have not actually used anything that really drains me, and I dread the day I have to."

"Hmm... I suppose it did not help much," Kelvin said as he noted Masaki's very not-wounded chest. "I understand how you teleport, but I cannot see how you seemingly pick an object at random and replace yourself with it."
"That's because it's a different sort of trick than using the Force." I said. "I don't know how I could explain it well, but I know a few who could."

Kelvin held one of his hands before him and concentrated slightly. After a few seconds, a small blue spark of electricity popped and fizzled on his index finger.

"I believe I figured something else out, though..."

He let the electric spark fade back into nothingness, then looked at his hands again. "I do not believe I have any 'most powerful attack'. As of yet, anyway. I have not actually used anything that really drains me, and I dread the day I have to."
"Yeah, you'd probably crack a planet, considering your raw strength." I joked. I'm still amazed that he's able to copy abilities, just like Sasuke-sensei could.

"Still, I am surprised that my challenge has not met with more... note. I am doing this more to test how powerful I am, and in the process likely teach some of the more dangerous individuals of the galaxy that they have something that not even they can stop, no matter how hard they try. This universe needs more humility. Everything would be so much better if people would stop feeling as though they did not deserve absolute power, would you agree?"

Kelvin sat down and stared up at the stars overhead. He pointed up at certain spots every now and then.

"There is Obi-Wan... Junior... and Windu. Its too bad I cannot return there for more training. I told you about the state of Kanly the Archons enacted against the Servers, so Corneliu is pretty much off-limits to me. I do not know what the Archons are cooking up, but their plans are always quite insidious in nature. I told them right off that I would have no part in it.

"There is Obsidian, in the same place as always. And that particular glow over there..." he pointed off towards the center of the bright band of stars going across the sky, "I would guess is Palpatine and Vader. I have not yet met them, so I cannot be certain of who those auras belong to. There are so many bright auras in this galaxy, I never really had the chance to take a good look.

"As I said, I am surprised that you are the only one who took any direct note of my challenge. There are so many people out there, and hardly any of them at all have reacted... Perhaps I should... step things up a bit?"

Kelvin took a glance at Masaki, his enthusiastic grin fully returned. "I can make more than just shadow-avatars, you know."

I grinned as well. "Be nice if you barged into Palpatine's chambers or something."

"By the way, want me to show you a couple of ninjutsu tricks?" I asked.

Kelvin's ears perked up.

"I am always willing to learn. Although I have learned some Ninjutsu myself, if there are some maneuvers I missed I would very much like to see that hole plugged. Most of what I learned was in 'How Not to Be Seen.

"And what do you mean 'be nice'? Do you not trust me with the sudden and unexpected ambulatory nature of one of the 'Emperor's' ceremonial statues of himself?"

Kelvin's ears perked up.

"I am always willing to learn. Although I have learned some Ninjutsu myself, if there are some maneuvers I missed I would very much like to see that hole plugged. Most of what I learned was in 'How Not to Be Seen.

"And what do you mean 'be nice'? Do you not trust me with the sudden and unexpected ambulatory nature of one of the 'Emperor's' ceremonial statues of himself?"
"Now that's a good plan." I chuckled. "Now, here, i'll teach you ninjutsu."

I made a couple of seals, and chanted. "Kawarmi no Jutsu!"

I teleported a couple meters away, replaced with another rock. Then I came back.

"What the hand seals do, is help you concentrate and gather up your own combined mental energy (experiences and stuff) and physical energy (what you eat aka stamina) and combine it into chakra, which is like the Force in some respects. With or without the presence of the Force, it builds up energy then releases it when you activate the ninjutsu spell with the final seal. It's stronger in the presense of the Force, though."

I pulled out a small book (http://www.narutofan.com/index.php/content-ninja%20guide,index) and opened it to the hand-seals page. "There are twelve main hand-seals, based on Earth's Chinese Zodiac. Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare, Dragon, Serpent, Horse, Ram, Monkey, Bird, Dog, and Boar. A ninjutsu must be activated with the right seals or else it'll fail or work with unexpected results. There are other kinds of hand-seals, like this one."

I made a finger-cross seal (http://www.animezen.net/gallery/thumbs/Naruto/nartuo193.jpg) and then yelled, "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"

A couple of clones of me appear in a puff of smoke (most standard ninjutsu is acommpanied by smoke). They're flesh and blood, which requires more energy than a regular Bunshin which is nothing. They disappear with one hit.

Kelvin cocked an eyebrow. "None of the Ninjutsu instructors on Godulan Earth taught us anything about that. They mostly taught me philosophy and such. Not much a combat instructor can teach me anymore.

"But I have a trick or two up MY sleeve as well..." Kelvin said, then set his feet slightly.

A slight hissing sound seemed to emanate from him for a moment, later accompanied by a black mist that issued from his eyes with increasing strength. His fingers flexed and stretched randomly, as though he'd been typing something and his fingers couldn't stop.

Then, without warning, he fell into the ground, straight through the landspeeder as though it had simply ceased to exist for him.

Several moments passed in silence, then a single hand popped out and tapped Masaki's left ankle. Kelvin's face emerged, same grin as before.

"Hi!"

"Impressive, very impressive." I said, smirking. "Our ninjutsu are very different from what you learned, because it's based around the system of chakra and how to use it. Basically, put a normal ninja against one of our Shinobi, and Shinobi will win due to special spells and more intense training."

"Most of what I learned from the Godulan instructors was focused on 'How not to be seen', followed by 'Confusion for dummies' and 'Prestidigitation, not a spectator sport.'"

Kelvin popped out of the ground and hovered a few inches above the landspeeder, then did a quick pirouette in midair.

"But the trainers in the M'Lekk'Torr special forces said that my other abilities mean I can decide that some of the laws of physics no longer apply to me. I can swim in water, air, or even ground if I want to. Vacuum is still a problem, though. One still needs a medium to move around in, and it takes enough concentration just to sit here in the air like this. Adding in further enhanced speed and strength, along with a bodily resilience nigh unheard of, M'Lekk'Torr special forces are quite deadly, especially if a force-sensitive is made into a symbiote, especially if that force-sensitive is me. Did I mention the fear effect I can do as well?"

"You didn't but that's pretty obvious since any respectable Force-sensitive with ability in telepathy can attach feelings upon others."

"It is not just out of the virtue of my connection to the force, this is also from the creature I am bound to. M'Lekk'Torr special forces can flood an opposing mind with a surge of emotion so powerful that it drives them, to quote the instructor I asked about it, 'Batshit Insane'.

I can do it over a rather wide area, but one time I overextended myself and woke up a week later. So did a few hundred other people."

"It is not just out of the virtue of my connection to the force, this is also from the creature I am bound to. M'Lekk'Torr special forces can flood an opposing mind with a surge of emotion so powerful that it drives them, to quote the instructor I asked about it, 'Batshit Insane'.

I can do it over a rather wide area, but one time I overextended myself and woke up a week later. So did a few hundred other people."
"Everyone has a limit." I said, showing a lightsaber scar that pierced me from back to front, but luckily missed the spine. "I got that from a duel with a guy using a double-bladed lightsaber when I was 14."

"A double-bladed lightsaber? Considering the volatility of the weapons, I'm surprised someone would be using such a thing without a large amount of experience. But then, I need not worry about accidentally lopping off a limb or four. My swords are as much an extension of myself as my fingers and toes."

He conjured up a set of light-claws, jutting from the back of his hands. Looking them over for a moment, he brought forth four more blades of light, erupting like spines from his elbows and knees.

"Nor do I need to fear someone having more blades than me. I know not how long I can keep these all up, but I DO know that I can keep them up long enough to end a fight."

"Very cool." I said. "Well, what do you wanna do now?"

"Well," Kelvin replied as he dismissed the light blades and took a thoughtful stance as he floated over the Landspeeder, "I am still somewhat disappointed that you are the only one who has recognizably responded to my challenge. Perhaps you would be willing to assist me in... further spreading the word? I have some things cooked up, but without some other fellow saying he met me and fought me and that I lived up to my word, I am afraid all but the most spectacular couriers will simply go ignored."

"Besides, they need to know who exactly to look for."

"You're right. We need to make stronger advertisements to the others (OOC: Contact other nations with another thread; you forgot OPEN RP) and then see what happens."

Green Sun is rather upset at the fact this comment against the Galactic Empirealmost made our president choke on his coffee when he read it.