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	I looked around the room at the convention center. My blasted helmet was riding on my shoulders and fogging up again. Why in name that was all that was holy had I decided on coming to this convention when I could afford to come as so many other things. My costume was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable but that was the penalty that I paid for being such a big fan of the Star Wars Series. After I moment I removed the helmet to get a breath of fresh air and hiked up my heavy belt; on one side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black, red, and gold mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. My armour wasn’t even standard mando armour either. I had incorporated many elements of ancient Mando’ad Neo Crusader Armour into the design of my armour. However, my armour still gave me excellent mobility and the almost standard number of attached weapons for an average Mando’ad. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character’s grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Coruscant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi.		I looked around the room at the convention center. My blasted helmet was riding on my shoulders and fogging up again. Why in name that was all that was holy had I decided on coming to this convention when I could afford to come as so many other things. My costume was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable but that was the penalty that I paid for being such a big fan of the Star Wars Series. After I moment I removed the helmet to get a breath of fresh air and hiked up my heavy belt; on one side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black, red, and gold mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. My armour wasn’t even standard mando armour either. I had incorporated many elements of ancient Mando’ad Neo Crusader Armour into the design of my armour. However, my armour still gave me excellent mobility and the almost standard number of attached weapons for an average Mando’ad. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe.

			He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character’s grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Coruscant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi.

	I finally replaced my helmet, but I knew that in a few minutes I would go back to my large suite and get out of my armour. I was getting really tired of smelling the garlic on my breath from the baked lasagna that I had eaten for lunch. I was standing in the middle of a large open courtyard in the middle of the large convention center. In the center of the courtyard were three replica starfighters from the Star Wars series that some rich fan had brought with him to the convention. Whoever had brought the fighters must not only be a superfan, but also have some serious money to burn. The three fighters were surrounded by fans that were separated from the vehicles themselves by a thin plastic ribbon. The three fighters were from two distinct periods in the timeline, though the first one was the one that I preferred by far. It was a T-65 X-wing fighter from the original series of movies. This one had been painted in the same pattern as the ship that had been used by Luke Skywalker in the first movie when he was attacking the first Death Star. The second fighter wasn’t quite to my taste but it still belonged in the Star Wars Universe. It was an Eta-2 ''Actis'' Interceptor painted yellow, the same colours that Anakin Skywalker had used on his starfighter at the beginning of the last of the new Star Wars movies, The Revenge of the Sith. The last fighter was from rouughly the same period as the X-wing, and it was probably just as formidable. It was the most powerful member of the TIE Series of Starfighters, the TIE/D Defender.		I finally replaced my helmet, but I knew that in a few minutes I would go back to my large suite and get out of my armour. I was getting really tired of smelling the garlic on my breath from the baked lasagna that I had eaten for lunch. I was standing in the middle of a large open courtyard in the middle of the large convention center. In the center of the courtyard were three replica starfighters from the Star Wars series that some rich fan had brought with him to the convention. Whoever had brought the fighters must not only be a superfan, but also have some serious money to burn. The three fighters were surrounded by fans that were separated from the vehicles themselves by a thin plastic ribbon. The three fighters were from two distinct periods in the timeline, though the first one was the one that I preferred by far. It was a T-65 X-wing fighter from the original series of movies. This one had been painted in the same pattern as the ship that had been used by Luke Skywalker in the first movie when he was attacking the first Death Star. The second fighter wasn’t quite to my taste but it still belonged in the Star Wars Universe. It was an Eta-2 ''Actis'' Interceptor painted yellow, the same colours that Anakin Skywalker had used on his starfighter at the beginning of the last of the new Star Wars movies, The Revenge of the Sith. The last fighter was from rouughly the same period as the X-wing, and it was probably just as formidable. It was the most powerful member of the TIE Series of Starfighters, the TIE/D Defender.

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	“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on anyone Jason, I was trying to get your attention, and I was trying to get away from all of the dangers down there.”		“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on anyone Jason, I was trying to get your attention, and I was trying to get away from all of the dangers down there.”

	“What dangers? And how did you ~~rocognize~~ me?”		“What dangers? And how did you recognize me?”

	“Well for one there is so much chaos down there I don’t know what is going on. As for the second question I recognized your armour just before you took off while I was still trying to gather myself back together.”		“Well for one there is so much chaos down there I don’t know what is going on. As for the second question I recognized your armour just before you took off while I was still trying to gather myself back together.”

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Oberon at 02:04, 24 October 2007

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	I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port S-foil of the X-wing beside me. It was painted red, black and gold with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians – namely the stylized skull of a mythosaur.		I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port S-foil of the X-wing beside me. It was painted red, black and gold with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians – namely the stylized skull of a mythosaur.

	“Osik!” I swore in Mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force forcing their way into my head like ~~cars~~ at rush hour ~~in Vancouver, which was incidentally my home town~~. The mental chaos caused by all of the voices in the Force made me bring my hands up to the sides of my head as if to block out the sounds. The sound of my heavy Mando ~~crushgaunts~~ hitting the side of my buy’ce brought me to my senses a little ~~and~~ I breathed in and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Now that I was calmed down I looked at the other two fighters in the courtyard. Beside the Eta-2 was a slumped figure in black robes who was apparently unconscious. As I looked over at the TIE its P-sz9.7 Twin Ion Engines screamed into life as the pilot, who had already climbed into the fighter brought the engines on line. I couldn’t see his face because he, or she, was wearing a Standard TIE series enviro suit and helmet. The loud scream of the TIE’s engines rose in pitch and volume to the point where I could almost feel the sound through my heavy armour in my chest cavity. Finally the pilot brought the repulsors on line and the fighter shot up out of the courtyard and into the blue sky, which was rapidly filling with helicopters and flighted lifeforms.		“Osik!” I swore in Mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force forcing their way into my head like speeders in the skyways of Coruscant at rush hour. The mental chaos caused by all of the voices in the Force made me bring my hands up to the sides of my head as if to block out the sounds. The sound of my heavy Mando shuk’ome hitting the side of my buy’ce brought me to my senses a little. I breathed in deeply and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Now that I was calmed down I looked at the other two fighters in the courtyard. Beside the Eta-2 was a slumped figure in black robes who was apparently unconscious. As I looked over at the TIE its P-sz9.7 Twin Ion Engines screamed into life as the pilot, who had already climbed into the fighter brought the engines on line. I couldn’t see his face because he, or she, was wearing a Standard TIE series enviro suit and helmet. The loud scream of the TIE’s engines rose in pitch and volume to the point where I could almost feel the sound through my heavy armour in my chest cavity. Finally the pilot brought the repulsors on line and the fighter shot up out of the courtyard and into the blue sky, which was rapidly filling with helicopters and flighted lifeforms.

	After a few moments I turned to my fighter to begin preflight checks to ensure that everything was operating properly. Finally I finished my pre-flight checks, checked my own armour, before telling R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. There were some things in my room that I really needed to grab, like my jet/repulsor pack, and my short bladed shoto lightsaber. I swiftly grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit, checked to ensure that it was set on stun, and headed off into the chaotic hallway with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. As I made my way down the scene of chaos I was bumped and jostled by panicked sentient life forms, some of which I couldn’t even begin to attempt to catalogue. The Force hummed with darkside emotions, mainly fear and panic, but there were pockets of hate and despair. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. While I was quite frankly amazed at the sight of clones I was also comforted by the sight of these troops. Not because of what they had been responsible for at the end of the Clone Wars, but because I was a descendant of a clone. As I got closer to the clones one of them looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention		After a few moments I turned to my fighter to begin preflight checks to ensure that everything was operating properly. Finally I finished my pre-flight checks, checked my own armour, before telling R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. There were some things in my room that I really needed to grab, like my jet/repulsor pack, and my short bladed shoto lightsaber. I swiftly grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit, checked to ensure that it was set on stun, and headed off into the chaotic hallway with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. As I made my way down the scene of chaos I was bumped and jostled by panicked sentient life forms, some of which I couldn’t even begin to attempt to catalogue. The Force hummed with darkside emotions, mainly fear and panic, but there were pockets of hate and despair. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. While I was quite frankly amazed at the sight of clones I was also comforted by the sight of these troops. Not because of what they had been responsible for at the end of the Clone Wars, but because I was a descendant of a clone. As I got closer to the clones one of them looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention

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142.59.33.58 at 19:26, 21 October 2007

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	I looked around the room at the convention center. My blasted helmet was riding on my shoulders and fogging up again. Why in name that was all that was holy had I decided on coming to this convention when I could afford to come as so many other things. My costume was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable but that was the penalty that I paid for being such a big fan of the Star Wars Series. After I moment I removed the helmet to get a breath of fresh air and hiked up my heavy belt; on one side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black, red, and gold mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. My armour wasn’t even standard mando armour either. I had incorporated many elements of ancient Mando’ad Neo Crusader Armour into the design of my armour. However, my armour still gave me excellent mobility and the almost standard number of attached weapons for an average Mando’ad. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character’s grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Coruscant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi.		I looked around the room at the convention center. My blasted helmet was riding on my shoulders and fogging up again. Why in name that was all that was holy had I decided on coming to this convention when I could afford to come as so many other things. My costume was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable but that was the penalty that I paid for being such a big fan of the Star Wars Series. After I moment I removed the helmet to get a breath of fresh air and hiked up my heavy belt; on one side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black, red, and gold mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. My armour wasn’t even standard mando armour either. I had incorporated many elements of ancient Mando’ad Neo Crusader Armour into the design of my armour. However, my armour still gave me excellent mobility and the almost standard number of attached weapons for an average Mando’ad. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character’s grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Coruscant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi.

	I finally replaced my helmet, but I knew that in a few minutes I would go back to my large suite and get out of my armour. I was getting really tired of smelling the garlic on my breath from the baked lasagna that I had eaten for lunch. I was standing in the middle of a large open courtyard in the middle of the large convention center. In the center of the courtyard were three replica starfighters from the Star Wars series that some fan ~~who was even more of a fan than I was, and had money to burn~~ had brought with him to the convention. The three fighters were surrounded by fans that were separated from the vehicles themselves by a thin plastic ribbon. The three fighters were from two distinct periods in the timeline, though the first one was the one that I preferred by far. It was a T-65 X-wing fighter from the original series of movies. This one had been painted in the same pattern as the ship that had been used by Luke Skywalker in the first movie when he was attacking the first Death Star. The second fighter wasn’t quite to my taste but it still belonged in the Star Wars Universe. It was an Eta-2 ''Actis'' Interceptor painted yellow, the same colours that Anakin Skywalker had used on his starfighter at the beginning of the last of the new Star Wars movies, The Revenge of the Sith. The last fighter was from the same period as the X-wing, and it was probably just as formidable. It was the most powerful member of the TIE Series of Starfighters, the TIE/D Defender. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity I finally got to the front of the line to have my picture taken with the X-wing and I was glad though I wished that the fighter was painted in the colours that my character would’ve painted his fighter. Just as I touched the wooden skin of the fighter the world changed and I blacked out from the over-stimulation of my senses.		I finally replaced my helmet, but I knew that in a few minutes I would go back to my large suite and get out of my armour. I was getting really tired of smelling the garlic on my breath from the baked lasagna that I had eaten for lunch. I was standing in the middle of a large open courtyard in the middle of the large convention center. In the center of the courtyard were three replica starfighters from the Star Wars series that some rich fan had brought with him to the convention. Whoever had brought the fighters must not only be a superfan, but also have some serious money to burn. The three fighters were surrounded by fans that were separated from the vehicles themselves by a thin plastic ribbon. The three fighters were from two distinct periods in the timeline, though the first one was the one that I preferred by far. It was a T-65 X-wing fighter from the original series of movies. This one had been painted in the same pattern as the ship that had been used by Luke Skywalker in the first movie when he was attacking the first Death Star. The second fighter wasn’t quite to my taste but it still belonged in the Star Wars Universe. It was an Eta-2 ''Actis'' Interceptor painted yellow, the same colours that Anakin Skywalker had used on his starfighter at the beginning of the last of the new Star Wars movies, The Revenge of the Sith. The last fighter was from the same period as the X-wing, and it was probably just as formidable. It was the most powerful member of the TIE Series of Starfighters, the TIE/D Defender.

			After waiting for what seemed like an eternity I finally got to the front of the line to have my picture taken with the X-wing and I was glad though I wished that the fighter was painted in the colours that my character would’ve painted his fighter. Just as I touched the wooden skin of the fighter the world changed and I blacked out from the over-stimulation of my senses.

	I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port S-foil of the X-wing beside me. It was painted red, black and gold with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians – namely the stylized skull of a mythosaur.		I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port S-foil of the X-wing beside me. It was painted red, black and gold with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians – namely the stylized skull of a mythosaur.

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	“You’re telling me. At least you are unique and you don't have trouble dealing with the Dark Side of the Force. I think that there are at least five to ten versions of myself down there, not including all of the ones in cybernetic suits.”		“You’re telling me. At least you are unique and you don't have trouble dealing with the Dark Side of the Force. I think that there are at least five to ten versions of myself down there, not including all of the ones in cybernetic suits.”

	“That is what youu get for dressing up as Anakin Skywalker. And yes I do have my own issues with the Dark Side, though they aren't as ~~seriouus~~ as your own issues. By the way did you see any other Mando’ade down there?”		“That is what youu get for dressing up as Anakin Skywalker. And yes I do have my own issues with the Dark Side, though they aren't as serious as your own issues. By the way did you see any other Mando’ade down there?”

	“Oh there are a few, but the ones that I’ve seen are all mainly recreations of two characters, either Jango Fett or Boba Fett.”		“Oh there are a few, but the ones that I’ve seen are all mainly recreations of two characters, either Jango Fett or Boba Fett.”
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	“Fine, it is you, I will admit that much, but where is your little brother?”I winced as I finally remebered Richard Hamilton, my younger brother. As Pieter Skirata I only had four brothers and two sisters, all of whom were older than I was.		“Fine, it is you, I will admit that much, but where is your little brother?”I winced as I finally remebered Richard Hamilton, my younger brother. As Pieter Skirata I only had four brothers and two sisters, all of whom were older than I was.

	“Mom I’m not sure, but as soon as I get back to Xanadu I’ll make sure that I find him.”		“Mom, I’m not sure, but as soon as I get back to Xanadu I’ll make sure that I find him.”

	'''“WHAT YOU LEFT HIM THERE UNATTENDED?!”''' I closed my eyes and then tried to project my calm down the phone connection.		'''“WHAT YOU LEFT HIM THERE UNATTENDED?!”''' I closed my eyes and then tried to project my calm down the phone connection.

	“Mom I’m quite sure that he can take care of himself now, after all he is seventeen years old. Besides as near as I can tell everyone at the convention was turned into their costumes. I highly doubt that anyone would willingly mess with a Nietzshean Highguard Captain like him.”		“Mom, I’m quite sure that he can take care of himself now, after all he is seventeen years old. Besides as near as I can tell everyone at the convention was turned into their costumes. I highly doubt that anyone would willingly mess with a Nietzshean Highguard Captain like him.”

	“Huh?”		“Huh?”

	“Mom he was dressed that way at the convention, just like I was dressed as a Mandalorian Jedi.”		“Mom, he was dressed that way at the convention, just like I was dressed as a Mandalorian Jedi.”

	“Then how can I be sure that you are my son?”		“Then how can I be sure that you are my son?”
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	“I will wait until you get here, but if you aren’t who you say you are I’ll make sure that he VPD get here faster than you can think.” The was a click at the other end I I smiled before I snapped my phone closed. I just hoped that mom would understand the reality of me when she finally saw what I had become. I used the fighter’s repulsors to gently coax it into the hanger where I slipped it into an open space on the left side. The right side was taken up by my father’s Gulfstream G-IV. Once I had the ship placed where I wanted it I shut down the engines and shut down the main reactor. Now that the fighter was fully shut down. I removed my harness and climbed out of the cockpit. The sound of a second set of engines shutting down told me that Simon had put his fighter right up against my own. I jumped down from the port s-foils and began to hunt through the storage compartment for my things. I had just turned and used the Force to close the canopy when a voice asked me		“I will wait until you get here, but if you aren’t who you say you are I’ll make sure that he VPD get here faster than you can think.” The was a click at the other end I I smiled before I snapped my phone closed. I just hoped that mom would understand the reality of me when she finally saw what I had become. I used the fighter’s repulsors to gently coax it into the hanger where I slipped it into an open space on the left side. The right side was taken up by my father’s Gulfstream G-IV. Once I had the ship placed where I wanted it I shut down the engines and shut down the main reactor. Now that the fighter was fully shut down. I removed my harness and climbed out of the cockpit. The sound of a second set of engines shutting down told me that Simon had put his fighter right up against my own. I jumped down from the port s-foils and began to hunt through the storage compartment for my things. I had just turned and used the Force to close the canopy when a voice asked me

	“You really think that you’re going to leave us here?” I turned around to find both R2-D2 and Gett’ad standing beside each other looking at me and Simon.		“You really think that you’re going to leave us here?” I turned around to find both R2-D2 and Gett’ad standing beside each other looking at me and Simon. Simon looked at me and said,

	“Might as well let them come, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.” I muttered a few choice oaths in Huttese under my breath before I went over to the front of the hanger with Simon and the droids in tow. In the small garage beside the hanger there was, as I had expected, a car sitting inside. This car was a 2006 Maybach Series 62 Limo. I shook my head at the sheer extravagance of the car and then used the Force, along with Simon to get the droids into the back seat before I drove the car home.		“Might as well let them come, otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.” I muttered a few choice oaths in Huttese under my breath before I went over to the front of the hanger with Simon and the droids in tow. In the small garage beside the hanger there was, as I had expected, a car sitting inside. This car was a 2006 Maybach Series 62 Limo. I shook my head at the sheer extravagance of the car and then used the Force, along with Simon to get the droids into the back seat before I drove the car home.