Maybe I'll write some here if you don't mind but I have an excelent explination for the whole situation and bring a another side in
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Just like all the other times, The circumstances where different but the result was the same. The brief disorientation, the pain, then that wonderful feeling of being refreshed and at the same time sickness at the thought living in fear of this threat again just the like the Emperor had… With a low cough Bevel Lemelisk looked up to his new tormentor if that was he was. Just like before the normal clumsiness with the new body so his first words emerged as nothing more than a croak. “Whaaaa you?
“Who I am does not matter Lemelisk, you don't need to know that. All you need to know is I have a job for you and if you don’t agree. Well Thrawn did manage to spread some cloning facilities around, including here and I posses the same abilities as the long dead Emperor did and I’m even more inclined than he to use them. Have I made myself clear Lemelisk?” the tone left no room to argue. Still not trusting his voice he just nodded at the figure his mind already ticking away trying to see if he knew that face and at the same time trying to figure out what he would be made to do. A Sun-crusher? No Qui was the only one alive who knew about that, A repeat of the project he had carried out for the Hutts? No something told him it was more than that….
A few hours later Bevel found himself deep-within, where-ever he was, not like it mattered be shoved into a room by a pair of Storm-Troopers. At least they looked like Storm-Troopers. But the Empire was dead and most of its old weaponry had found its way onto the black market. They could be anyone from Pirates to the New Republic. Hmm that was a thought, Bevel paused as he though back to how he had arrived here. He had been at the time composing his final messages, not that he had anyone to send them to and awaiting his execution when he had first heard the distinctive womp sound of a concussion grenade close by only to see one sail past his cell and then blackness… He had awaken in a cell not to dissimilar to the first one he thought for a wild second that he had simply imagined it until he notice the two guards outside his cell where not New-Republic types, they where Storm troopers. As is normal the case all attempts at conversation with them had failed and he had spent an uncomfortable three hours sitting there and distinctly noticing the large bump on his head he guess from when he had fallen over in the cell and from the pain his hand to.
Then he had been hauled in front of… Who? He had said nothing simply moved from the desk he was sitting at and sliced Lemelisk in half before he could react. Light-saber probably and that meant he was working for some Jedi who knew enough about the Emperor and had Storm troopers working for him along with access to cloning facilities. The list of people who could do that was pretty small, To be exact he did not know of anyone who could. His thoughts where interrupted as the door behind him slid open and there he was… His face looked some-how familiar but he could not place it. “I trust you find this place acceptable?” he said simply no expression on his face though again his tone carried volumes of information indicating that it better be and Bevel better say it was. “It is” Bevel said even though he had not even looked at the room he was in till now, and it was indeed acceptable, Every single instrument he had ever run across he had ever run-across in his years of working for the Emperor would still fill a quarter of the instruments he saw. There was a stress analysis unit good to fifteen decimal places, and over there was a common laser thermometer jammed next to what looked like a miniature version of a Crystal Gravity Field Trap. “Yes, Yes” he said deciding to push on. “Yes it will do quite well, however figure me for asking what exactly am I going to using it for?” he asked
“Ah forgive me Engineer sometimes I get ahead of myself” the figure said “Bevel Lemelisk, you helped create the Death-Stars, The World Devastators and a hundred other innovations and you struck me as the perfect man for this job.” He trailed off approaching Bevel slowly and seeming to grow with ever step. Finally he stood before him towering like some monolithic god and learn close… “Bevel Lemelisk I want for you to build…. A time machine”
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Aboard the Andromeda…
Look Boss I’m telling you THIS time I got it figured out Harper said for the sixth time today trying to convince the decided Skeptical Dillian Hunt of his latest idea. “Really? I remember the last time you did you nearly destroyed my ship and nearly got us all killed” “A fluke! That was pure accident and you know it boss, Look I’m telling you If I’m right we can kiss that World-ship goodbye.” “Kindly explain it one more time Mr Harper?” Dillan Asked. “Ok its really simple, Remember the walking through walls Tech we stole from those fokes who worked for Mr Tall Dark and Glowy Eyes? “How could I forget?” Dillian said. “We remember how it lets Organic walk through walls and the like? Real Handy Right?” “Yes, yes I know that already how does it kill the World-ship?” he asked. “Well that’s the thing its not going to kill it Directly…” “Your not wasting my time are you Mr Harper” “No, no boss hers the thing I did not figure out till later. When you go out of Phase and start walking through Walls unless you know its coming if what your walking on is moving and your relatively speaking not, If we take a took a sharp left turn…” Dillian got it then “They would keep going and fly right out of the ship, Good thinking Harper, But the World Ship?” Harper knew he had him so he took his time, “See that’s the thing boss the Shifting does not have to be voluntary. In-fact I’ve figured out a way we could hook It up to a slip-stream core and phase everything in a pretty big area out, but not for long but long enough…” “I think see your plan Mr Harper however how do we get the World-ship to make that left turn?” “Ah that’s the beauty part Boss, We don’t have to. We swoop in there with a few other ships to distract them, Deploy my little baby, hit that sun with another Nova Bomb, Boom my device goes off, Bang there goes the sun, the World-ship looses some momentum but about three Trillion Magag don’t, come flying out the front so to speak, and shift back in to phase right in the middle of deep space.”
Dillian paused to think about this for a moment and Harper began to get worried the Boss might be going sentimental on him but was relived when he smiled and said, “I approve Mr Harper, lets get your device ready to go and I’ll get us some “Decoys” and we can get this under-way…..
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“Is it ready?” Bevel stiffed a groan, it had been twenty hard weeks to get to this point, even considering he had access to some of the finest tools in all of space, he still was only one man, the fact he had gotten this far, this fast was a miracle in and of itself but his *employer demanded more than perfection. “For a first test yes, I’ve Combined the old style *Warp drives we used nearly thirty thousand years ago it turns out they are perfect for this sort of thing. That combined with the other innovations I’ve come up with let me feel safe enough for a short term test. Nothing more than a two minute trip to half an hour ahead then the same back with a live pilot as you asked because a Droid would not give us the readings we need on how time travel affects living things.” The fact he was even able to say that would have made himself question his insanity few months earlier but when he had actual worked at the problem he had found it much easier that he thought, ever time he would become frustrated a new idea would suddenly pop into his head for some problem he faced, over and over again, almost as if someone one, or thing was guiding him. He shook his head that was preposterous the mer idea that there was some outside agency. He shook his head and turned back towards… Master is what he said to call him the few times he had summoned the courage to ask and today perhaps with the completion of the project so close… “Excuse me but don’t you think after all this work you can at least tell me your name? I’d like to know who I’m working for…” the dead silence filled the room as the figured stiffed turned and with abrupt speed was again towering over Bevel the anger on his face was evident. “You know only what I want you to know, I will tolerate no rebellion or disrespect from you, have I made myself clear Engineer?” He said grating out each word slowly. “Perfectly Sir” Bevel swallowed Suddenly reminded of the rages he had seen the Emperor in sometimes, Including the one that lead to his encounter with the smelter… He shuddered at the memory and watched him stride away but as the door was about to close he turned and said. “You deserve to know that much Engineer, You server none other that Jorruus C’Baoth, Server him well and you shall live to see the end.”
The Door slid closed leaving Bevel with nothing more than his thoughts and his new and sudden fears.
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Decent eh?
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