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Real life update! Thx for understanding!
So i was recently contacted by a publisher(to be unnamed) who found ny TotD and is iterested in publishing an original work. As such, i will be working hard these next six months to write an original sci-fi/fantasy to present, so please forgive what absences may happen. I still intend to continue with TotD2 as much as possible, but ive even put Paradoxical on hold until this is further along.
Tales of the Darkstar 2: The Blackened Trail 12
(3665 BBY, Space over Dathomir, the Argent Rogue)
“Sir, if you refuse to let us inspect your craft, then there is no way we can allow you onto the surface.” Ession vanch rubbed the bridge of his nose as he silently cursed the person on the other end of the comms. “Look, my name is Ession Vanch and I’m a friend of Corvax’s.” Ession carefully ignored his copilots questioning brow. “You tell Corvax my name and he’ll handle all of my paperwork.” “And I’ve told you sir, it is past the mid-night hour here and I will not awaken Master Corvax with such a ridiculous request. Either submit to an inspection or wait until morning to land.” The comm clicked out and static filled the cockpit as Ession slammed his fist down on the console in his anger. “Who is Corvax?” The Jedi sitting next to Ession in the copilots seat was a Devonian named Ondo Drulliak who, despite his intimidating appearance, was a thoughtful and gentle soul. “I thought you were from Dathomir.” Ession looked over at his horned and tattooed friend. “I was born here, but was taken to the Jedi temple when I was but a child.” a sadness crossed the aliens eyes as he spoke, “I do not remember the forests or people of my time here, it is almost as if that other life never existed at all.” Ession sighed. It was this mindset and practice that Ession hated most about the Jedi order. He couldn't understand forcing a child from their parent just because of a spiritual magic they possessed. Then again, he was probably overthinking it. “Corvax is a Besalisk bartender from Ojom who has everyone at this outpost in his pockets.” Ession explained, “I used to smuggle in supplies for a few of his clients years ago. He’s always had a landing pad for me when I come through this way, but it looks like we got here in the middle of the night, so nobody is going to do anything for…” He checked the ship chrono, “six hours.” “Well, we may as well relax then.” Ondo stood and stretched, “I think I’m going to go back and check on Fiona and Mileena.” “Good Idea, I’ll come with.” After setting the autopilot Ession followed Ondo out of the cockpit and back to the medley where their female companions were. Medic Fiona Jessik was one of the temples best field medics, and she was currently caring for their fourth team-member, an insane Jedi named Mileena Osroc. Mileena was incapacitated on their visit to Onderon, and Medic Fiona was concerned about the reoccurring visions her patient had been suffering since then. “Is she doing any better?” Ondo asked the ginger haired Jedi medic Fiona. “She’s still experiencing nightmares.” Medic Fiona said, not looking at the men entering the med-bay, “She keeps insisting the shadow man is going to the ice world, wherever that is. Any luck getting us landing coordinates for Dathomir?” “We will have to wait until morning local time before we can descend, it seems we showed up in the middle of the night.” “So? There should be port authorities working at all hours.” Fiona raised an eyebrow as she turned to face Ession. “There are, but if we land now the ship gets searched and they discover I am ferrying Jedi into Sith space.” Ession sighed. “My contact on the surface can get us down discreetly, but we have to wait until morning.” “Great, so we’re stuck in orbit.” Fiona sighed as she replaced the cold compress across Mileena’s brow, “Do you have any good news for me?” “Well,” Jedi Ondo stepped forward, “I have our sensors trained on the Sith academy and there is no evidence that our target has been there yet. We may have beat him here before he learned anything.” “We can only hope-“ Jedi Ondo was cut off by an alarm blaring through the small yacht.”That’s the proximity alarm!” Jedi Ondo and Ession ran to the cockpit, Ondo dropping into the comm officer’s seat and Ession sliding into the pilots chair. “We have a contact coming in from the far side off the planet,” Ondo said from his station, “It looks like a Sith strike cruiser. hang on… it’s If/f identifies itself as the Corpulent and it’s taking station keeping orbit over the academy.” “Fierfeck!” Ession swore, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”
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Sry i’m reusing older artwork. Life has gotten ridiculous lately, and due to circumstances I will be going on hiatus from drawing Paradoxical. I will still be posting my Tales of the Darkstar trilogy for as long as I can, but until further notice I will be stopping regular updates for the comic.
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Tales of the Darkstar 2: The Blackened Trail 11
(3665 BBY, Dathomir, Academy of Sith Sorcery)(12 years before current timeline)
The academy sat alone stop a high bluff overlooking the sea. It was constructed of a dark stone and hideous images were carved along the stately pillars and doors. Halfway down the sheer cliff was a cavern that acted as the academies landing pads. The forest growing across the bluff had been burned back for a hundred yards from the stony citadel academy. From the edge of the brush a figure wrapped in a mottled green cloak raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes. The man who called himself Lord Kader Novar looked across the gap and counted sentries. “There are twelve guards at the main gate, all look to be at least Saber rank, and I see two with Masters knots.” He lowered his binoculars and glanced over at his companions. The woman on his left had a shaved head and wore a simple outfit of lizard skins that was common to the Dathomiri people. Her name was Losha and she was a member of the Shattered Trunk clan who were helping Kader run this mission. “Our best way in would be through the hanger.” She grunted. “We would still have to cross the open space.” Lord Novar shook his head, “No, we will have to deal with one of the doors. Have your scouts reported back from the north-east face yet?” Losha raised her hand to her earpiece and Kader heard her conversing quietly with someone on the other end. “Kirani says the section of wall you indicated is unguarded, but an active patrol passes every minute and a half.” “Good!” Kader nodded in satisfaction, “You were never aware of it, but Erinæ and I didn’t just sneak out the front door when we used to come visit you. That section of wall is a little known secret door that the students use to sneak out of the temple at night.” “Where would you go?” Losha asked incredulously, “There are no permanent settlements around here.” “But due to current treaties and alliances, one of the Dathomiri clans would pass through every week or two.” Kader smiled, remembering times long past. “We would sneak out and meet up with the Dathomiri youth and share our experience and knowledge.” “And much of your coin, if I remember right.” Losha smirked slyly. “To be fair, that fermented fruit juice you tribeswoman make is worth every credit us students ever spent.” Kader laughed, “The masters turn a blind eye to it because it is a tradition that goes back to their own master’s masters; if nothing else, the Sith love their tradition.” “So we sneak in through the secret passage, and then what?” Losha asked, “Do you even know what you’re looking for?” “I need to access the headmaster’s archives.” Kader said, “If the information is anywhere, it will be there. Your sisters will post outside in the surrounding forest and wait for your signal. Let’s go.” Kader Novar and his two companions made their way through the forests to the northeast face of the temple until they reached the patch of wall that Kader remembered. They waited until a payroll passed, then sprinted across the open field through the starlight. “Seventy-five seconds, sir.” The baritone voice of Lord Novar’s other companion said softly. Underneath the black cloak the figure was draped in was an E5-P3R Sith espionage droid that had belonged to Kader’s sister-in-law before she died. He had been in Kader’s possession for several years now, and had always been a steadfast soldier. Kader reached out with the force and let his awareness spread through the ancient rock, reaching the old cracks and pathways until he found a familiar trigger. A slight push through the force and a section of wall slid back and to the side revealing a doorway into darkness. As soon as the trio were through the door, Kader activated the mechanism once more and the door slid shut. “Great, we’re in,” Losha hissed, “now what?” “Esper, give me your cloaks.” The droid shed its cloak off to reveal it was wearing not one but two pitch black cloaks. Kader handed one to Losha while he donned the other. “Put that on and do not speak. If we are challenged let me handle it.” Kader started down the ancient passage, remembering the days of his youth. “This way!” Lord Novar led his companions through the darkened temple past the dormitories and the training grounds, past the main halls and the studies. He led them past the immense library and all the way to the foot of the tallest tower. “Up there is the Headmaster’s office.” Kader said, looking up into the night sky at the shadow that was the tower. “Are you sure you want to do this Losha?” “I told you already that I am dedicated to this.” Losha growled not looking at Kader, “You said this Exodus is responsible for Erinæ’s death, and that finding this relic will help you destroy him. Anything that quickens that monsters demise is worthwhile!” “Right Exodus…” Kader had not the heart to tell Losha that it had been he, with the very relic they sought, who had truly killed Erinæ and her brother Konnor. She didn’t need to know. “My Lord?” a light voice sounded from behind them. Kader whirled to see a young girl, perhaps ten years old standing staring at the two black cloaked figures and the bare droid. “It is late, Masters.” Kader gestured subtly to Losha, then stepped forward and kneeled in front of the small girl. “It is late, little one. But I am an adult and I have business with your headmaster. What might you be doing up this late?” The little girl looked into his hood and met his eyes, then turned to stare at Losha’s concealed form. “I’m watching.” She said matter of factly, “I don’t sleep much so I like to watch people. “What is your name apprentice?” Losha spoke from beneath her hood. “I don’t have a name yet.” The girl said turning to her. “I’m not an apprentice yet.” Kader smiled, he remembered being that age, not having an identity other than ‘boy’. It was a turning point in a young Sith’s life when they were claimed by a master and given a name. “But you do have a name,” he said with a smile. “It is in your heart and mind. You may not be called it yet, but we all have a name. What will they call you one day?” The girl blushed and looked away from the kneeling Lord Novar. for a moment she didn’t answer then mumbled something softly. “You must speak louder, girl.” Kader chided her, rewarding himself with another blush from the girl. “Be confident in everything you do, for you are the heir to an ancient power. You are a mighty sorcerers in training, and nothing can claim that power from you. Now tell me your name.” “One day,” she said, looking up to meet his emerald eyes with her own blue, “One day they’ll call me Shaid.” “Well, little Shaid,” kader said pinching her chin softly, “it is very late and you should head to bed.” “All right,” the small girl nodded, “Thank you, have a good night my Lord and Lady.” The trio watched the girl disappear around the corner and then entered the tower. Five minutes of climbing stairs at a run led them to a locked door. After a rapid assessment of the locking mechanism, Kader motioned the Droid forward. Esper stepped forward and reached out with its arm, a slender saber blade only three inches long emitted from its wrist. Esper quickly plunged the saber into the lock and a moment later the door slid open. They entered into a large space divided by wooden shelves full of records and exotic souvenirs creating winding pathways through the room. It didn’t take them long to find a console with a directory. A moment later, Kader had the coordinates he needed; an entry from a previous headmaster notating a trip he took with Lord Exodus into Madalorean territory. many years ago. It would be there that he would find his next clue to the Masque! An alarm blared throughout the room, deafening and momentarily stunning Kader and Losha. Esper leapt into action, spraying a volley of blaster bolts down the paths through the shelves. Kader shook his head, but that did nothing to stop the ringing. He tried to open his eyes and shut them tight after seeing the world spinning. What had they been hit with? some sort of sonic attack? Lord Novar felt something hard and unyielding grab him and a second later felt them smash through a pane of glass and was in free fall.
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Espionage droid E5-P3R watched as his master collapsed under the sonic barrage. It was an unfortunate side effect of human physiology that they could not withstand a sonic barrage but E5-P3R didn’t blame Master Kader. E5-P3R’s scanners were picking up several thermal signatures approaching through the shelves, so he dove into a frontward roll and came up placing seven precisely aimed shots through the ancient wooden stacks. His scans reported six out of seven hits, and aE5-P3R made a mental notion to calibrate his blaster settings the next chance he got. His scanner still showed Master Kader and the dathomiri woman on the ground. more heat signatures were coming up the stairs and E5-P3R knew he could only save one of the two people in the room. When the calculations became that simple, there was only really one choice. E5-P3R leapt into a roll toward his master and, scooping the dazed human up in his arms, Leapt toward the large stained glass window depicting an ancient sith lord opening a portal to the realm of death itself. The two of them burst through the glass, and E5-P3r found them free-falling down the side of a cliff. A quick set of calculations and E5-P3R angled itself through the wind until it connected with the stone cliff. Gripping its master under its arm, the droid slid down the cliff until it dropped through the open entrance to the hanger. Two surprised techs cried out and were silenced by a crackling green saber-blade as it passed through their necks in quick succession. E5-P3R sprinted toward a land speeder and placed his master in the passenger seat. He knew the master would be angry later for leaving his companion, but the droids first priority was to get its wounded master to safety aboard the ship. A quick hotwire job later and the repulsers were whirring to life. They shot out over the ocean in their stolen skiff and within seconds were skimming over the sapphire waves away from the Sith academy.
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This isn’t the chapter I wanted to post, but that one isn’t finished yet, so you get to continue Kader’s mission without a break.
-Bill
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Yeah, this week was a nightmare, and I’m not happy with the script I had laid out. I’ll have it fixed by next week.
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Tales of the Darkstar 2: The Blackened Trail 10
(3665 BBY Dathomir wilds)
The trees sped along under the hover-car that the man calling himself Kader Novar had rented. The woman from the Shattered Trunk clan was driving and Kader and his companion, who currently looked like a twi-lek, were seated in the back. She had not spoken once since they had left Ahnki outpost, since Kader had told her the story of the tragic death of his wife. Losha was a close friend, and he had told her the whole story, that Erinæ had died from an accident with an advanced Sith sorcery technique. The same that had claimed her older brother Konnor. It had, in fact, been Losha who had encouraged the young Erinæ to pursue Kader in an ancient Dathomiri tradition called the Right of Conquest. It was a fun little Dathomiri tradition in which the female of the species, considered dominant on this planet, wouldd pursue a male through the wilds until she caught and captured him. She would then proclaim her dominance over the male and they would become wed, the male would join her clan and sire children for the female. Kader had been drugged, bound, and dumped unceremoniously in the jungle with nothing to wear and no gear beside his practice saber. He had spent a week running from his pursuer before he ever even saw her. When they finally confronted each other and did battle, naked and covered in mud, their sorcery split the heavens and rocked the foundations of the world. Their lovemaking, Kader remembered with an embarrassed grin, could have used a bit more work. But then, they were more than happy to practice repeatedly over the next three years before their wedding. “We’re coming up on the coordinates the Shattered Trunk sent me this morning.” Losha called over her shoulder, “We should be meeting scouts soon.” As if summoned by her words, Kader saw a massive reptilian creature climb up onto an outcropping of rock. Rancor’s were common in the wilds of Dathomir, but this one wore leather and steel armor, and had a woman mounted on its back. Losha waved and the woman waved them onwards and the armored Rancor dropped back into the forest with a grumbled roar. A short time later they came to a rise without any trees on it and Kader could see the entirety of the Shattered Trunk clans camp spread out below them. The hover-car was set down at the center of the clearing with two others and a dozen hover-bikes. Several of the woman of the clan started to wander over and greet Losha while Kader and Esper got out of the vehicle. A short dark haired woman approached the pair and beckoned for them to follow. “The Mother would like to speak with you,” she said, leading them towards a large animal skin tent on the other side of the camp. “She has been expecting you for weeks now. It was impolite to make her wait.” “I am truly sorry.” Kader said, sighing. The annoying thing about the clan mothers is that they were prone to visions through the Force but they were hardly temporally accurate. “Your friend will wait outside.” The woman held open a curtain for Kader to pass. Beyond was a single room spanning the length of the hut with a cauldron in the center emitting an acidic green luminescence; across the fire sat an ancient crone wrapped in grey robes and wearing a feathered head-dress. “It has been many years, young Darkstar.” the ancient mother croaked out. “Approach, and seat yourself across from me.” “Greetings Mother Bronwyn,” Kader knelt on the opposite side of the cauldron from the old crone. “Shall I assume you already know why I am here?” “You assume correctly.” She leaned forward until the light of the cauldron illuminated her face. “You wish us to break our vows and assist you in infiltrating the Academy of Sorcery in the Night-sister’s territory.” “I assure you, Mother Bronwyn, it is for a very good cause.” Kader said softly. His whole planned hinged on convincing this ancient Dathomiri woman to help him. “I am sure you believe it to be.” The old woman said, hey violet eyes shining across the crackling fire. “But do you even know why you seek this piece of your past?” “I must reclaim my former power.” Kader said, staring into the flame. “It was once my destiny and I laid it aside. Events over the last few years have shown me that it was a mistake, and so I seek to retrieve it.” “So it is glory you seek?” the old crone laughed. “You are even more deluded than when you were a student here. Power is not something you can claim, childe, it is what you are. The power of the Darkstar is inside of you, your mask merely allowed you to release it. It is a crutch and one you no longer need.” The fire crackled and Mother Bronwyn sighed. “You were always one of my favorite aliens.” She said, softening her voice with a smile. “If this is something you honestly feel you must do…” “I do, mother Bronwyn.” Kader replied, looking up into her eyes. “It’s the only way to defeat Darth Exodus.” “Then we shall help you, young Darkstar.” The old crone waved her hand and a shower of blue and green sparks erupted from the fire. “We will assist you in whatever way we can. Losha will be at your disposal as well as any who she deems will be needed. Now leave me so I may rest, these old bones tire so quickly these days.” “Of course, Mother Bronwyn.” Kader rose and bowed. he turned sharply on his heel, his robes billowing out around him as he exited the tent. Kader had the help he needed, and soon he would have the next clue to where the Mask of the Darkstar was hidden!
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If you haven’t seen it yet, go out and see Guardians of the Galaxy V2. it was well worth the ten bucks.
-Bill ParadoxicalWebcomic.Tumblr.com [email protected]
For the life of me I could not get this down to four panels. my original script was twice this long.
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Hey all, was going through the archive and this one was mysteriously missing, I may have screwed up posting it last month. very sorry, but at least I keep everything numbered, right?
-Bill
Tales of the Darkstar 2: The Blackened Trail 9
(3665 BBY)
The pain was an eternal void that swallowed and consumed Mileena Osroc, insane Jedi knight. She screamed until she was hoarse, and screamed some more. She felt her throat rip itself apart and yet she could not stop, so much was the pain that engulfed her. But it was not just pain that plagued her, for before her stood a mahogany haired man in a dark robe. His face was wrapped in darkness, a star field of the infinite void that he somehow wore as a mask, and his heavy black robes covered his body. He looked down at her writhing body and laughed, indulging in her pain and feeding on her terror. Lights flashed through her vision and suddenly the man was standing in an ice field and behind him stood a number of strangely armored figures with T-shaped visors that she felt she should recognize. Agony ripped through her again as the dark star man laughed, and she watched in horror as the armored visions swung their carbines in her direction. Mileena grasped at her belt, but she had no lightsaber! She reached out in the Force, and could feel nothing! Her terror jumped up another notch. What was going on?! “Give her the shot straight to the chest! Aim for the heart if you can!” that voice! Cutting through the icy blizzard; it was Jedi Fiona! Mileena watched as the troopers opened fire at point blank range, felt a bolt strike her in the chest, and her world erupted in pain once again.
The lapis haired woman named Mileena Osroc surged upwards, arching her back for a moment before collapsing limply on the ground. The brunette Jedi who had been holding her also visibly relaxed. “Thank you, Ession.” Jedi Medic Fiona Jessik spoke in a light alto and even though her fords were soft, she instinctually laced them with the Force so everyone present would hear them clearly. “And thank you all. You all prevented a terrible disaster.” “What happened here, Fi?” The blond haired Ession Vanch asked, Fiona was annoyed at the familiarization of her name in so public a place, but it was no secret that her and Ession were involved. “Something triggered a relapse.” Fiona said looking around, “She was wandering the camp when she viewed the well over there. At which point she started to scream and seizure. That was when I sent a runner to you and Ondo.” Ession let out a string of curses that lasted several minutes and spanned almost every language in the republic. He stormed over to the shaggy looking leader of the Onderonian rebels and started to yell in their strange language. “Come, Fiona,” Jedi Knight Ondo Drulliak said, coming to her side and lifting Mileena’s unconscious body with the Force. “let’s take her back to the ship and her quarters where you can care for her properly. Ession will finish the negotiations so that we may get under way. Fiona looked over her shoulder at the still furious Ession yelling at the Rebel leader. She wondered why Jedi Osroc had reacted so badly in the Rebel camp, but she was afraid that answers would have to wait until her patient woke up. For now, they would return to the Argent Rogue and wait for Ession to join them.
Firstly, I would like to apologize for the lack of comic this weekend, between computer troubles and having to go out of town, things have gotten a little crazy. So instead, today I bring you a story I wrote this last Christmas that further explores Kader Novar’s future and past. I bring you: Kader’s Sith-mas Vacation
(3653-3652 BBY, Unknown Ice Planet)
Grey Master Kader Novar reached out and hit the shutoff for the portable holocom he had been speaking into. He reached up and removed the ornamental Mandalorian helm, letting his mahogany hair ripple out and down his back. Kader let out a sigh and slumped, momentarily defeated. Another friend lost, another funeral witnessed. Isaac of Clan Zakegg had been too young, but Kader knew they had all died too young. Death was just another beginning in the Force, Kader knew this, but that knowledge didn’t make accepting the truth any easier. And now he had lost another one. A gust of wind sent a flurry of snow swirling around him and Kader pulled his dark cloak around him, reminding himself that he had a job to get done. He could have been wearing full armor to protect him from the forces of nature, but Master Kader Novar preferred to have nothing impeding his use of the force. The drawbacks were far outweighed by the potential. Focusing on himself, he let the Force flow through him and suddenly he was standing in the middle of a solitary sphere of calm amid the raging blizzard. Stowing the holocom in his pack on a nearby snow-crawler, Kader checked his data pad and re-aligned himself with the beacon he had been following for several weeks. The signal first came in over Master Novar’s intelligence receiver on Tython, deep in the galactic core, and the signal was just a series of coordinates repeating on loop. Normally Kader would have dispatched one of his agents or maybe a Padawan from the temple, but something about this piqued Kader’s interest and after some checking he discovered the anomaly. Hidden under a subliminal layer of background static was an old Jedi tap code repeating a single word: Exodus. And so Kader had started tracking the elusive signal. Once he arrived at the set of coordinates, a run down Tatooine town, the signal abruptly changed and a new set of coordinates started coming in. Master Novar had been to seven planets across the galaxy now, and was starting to regret not letting one of his agents handle this one. Oh well, if he didn’t turn up anything in this frozen wasteland he would return to Endor and accept never knowing. Master Novar straddled the snow-crawler and gunned its engines to life. The tread beneath him jumped into motion, propelling him over the snow, and kader focused the Force to allow the swirling air to flow smoothly around him.
Several hours later, Master Kader Novar pulled the snow-crawler into a wide tunnel of ice and snow, carved into the side of a sheer cliff face rising several dozen kilometers up. Kader could feel the force ahead of him strongly, more strongly than he had felt it since leaving Tython, birthplace of the Force, and he shuddered with anticipation. Kader checked his data pad once more to make sure he was still on target and gunned the snow-crawlers engines. The tunnel opened up into a cavern and Master Novar looked around in wonder. Here, on this un-named and unpopulated planet, was an ancient Temple like the ones on Tython. A quick study discovered carvings on the stone like those of the Je’daii. Was this a hitherto undiscovered planet of the Je’daii? Were there more temples like this out there? Who had been sending the signal Kader was following? Why Exodus? Something was going on here, and Kader was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Entering the Temple, Kader was struck by a feeling of claustrophobia despite the massive size and scale of the building. Carved statues of alien races stood lining the walls of the entrance chamber, tall and proud, all unrecognizable. Were these the ancient races who built this temple? Where had they gone? Kader would find some answers, one way or the other. At the end of the entrance chamber was a massive ornately carved door depicting aliens of all races bowing in subservience to a complex star formation. Master Novar carefully recorded images in his data pad of both the statues and the door, then he reached out and pushed. The heavy doors refused to move. Kader extended his senses, feeling out to the door and the mechanism barring his way. The door was designed to only be opened by a Force user, like those on Tython. Kader reached out in the Force and, gripping the locking mechanism, wrenched his arm and the lock around into a new formation. The heavy door smoothly swung open revealing the heart of the temple beyond, and Kader stared in amazement. Here in the depths of a frozen world in a sealed temple, stood twenty aliens circled around a large crystal emitting a faint purple light. The aliens were saurian with cobalt scales showing beneath their coarse purple robes. All were still and held their hands raised to the purple crystal. None of them were moving or making noise of any sort, and as Kader approached he could see that none of them were even breathing. A similarity, a connection, Kader Novar looked around the room again, taking note of the exact positioning of each being and the crystal in the center. It was like one of the Sith rituals he had learned and taken part in as a student of the Dark side. He carefully measured and counted and made notes in his data pad. The ritual had something to do with the odd crystal in the center of the room. It was this crystal and its faintly pulsing purple glow that the feeling of the Force was emanating from. This single crystal held in it the power of many Force users somehow. Kader felt unable to stop himself as he reached forward and laid his palm against the surface of the crystal. He was surprised at how warm the crystal was, deep in this ice cavern, and the way he could feel it throbbing under his hand. “You shouldn’t be here.” A female voice spoke up from right behind Kader’s ear, causing him to spin around in surprise. Standing before him was the lithe figure of a woman in her late twenties with lapis colored hair. She was dressed in the robes of a jedi and she had a smoking hole in her forehead where many years earlier she had been slain by a lightsaber. “Mileena?” Kader gaped at the woman before him. “You’re not here, you’re dead!” “Of course I’m dead.” She said with a smile, “You did kill me, after all. You shouldn’t be here.” “Where are we?” Kader asked, looking back at the crystal once more, “What is this place?” “The closest translation is: The Temple of the Undying.” The ghost of Mileena Osroc slowy circled the crystal. “This was a temple built by the followers of Bogan and the Dark side of the balanced Force. They discovered here a crystal that could be used to commune with the flow of the Force. They could use rituals to gaze forward or back along the great current” “If they had only stopped there.” A second voice spoke from behind Kader and he found himself spinning around again for the second time in as many minutes. There were two figures approaching from the shadows that now surrounded the central ritual circle. They were both female, both athletic, and both horrifyingly familiar. The first had strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down to her shapely hips, her hand clasped the second figures arm and led it after her. The second figure was missing her head. “Erinæ. Seranna.” Kader groaned and covered his eyes. “I should have expected you two after Mileena showed up.” “Yes, the woman you replaced me with.” Erinæ sneered as she walked over to Mileena, reaching up to brush her lapis colored hair back from her face. “She was pretty enough I suppose, if a bit young.” “She never replaced you, Erinæ.” Kader growled. “She was a friend and a partner, nothing more!” “Hush, Kader,” Mileena said softly, batting Erinæ’s hand away. “This specter doesn’t bother me. She is just a reflection of your own memories and emotions, just like I am, brought to life through the Force and the ancient rituals. She could have left her harpy of a sister behind though.” Kader looked over at the third figure, the headless body of Seranna Khai, and grimaced. “Why don’t you look dead?” Kader asked Erinæ. “It’s because of how I died.” Erinæ looked mournfully at her sister. “Seranna was beheaded, your jedi friend was stabbed, and my Force essence was ripped from my body in an instant in a Sith ritual. I look like this because this is how you last saw me, flawless and undamaged. If you were to summon Konnor, he too would be undamaged.” “Okay, well this is great and all, catching up with you, but why am I here? It’s a bit farfetched to think that ghosts sent me that signal.” Kader snorted. In response, all three figures silently pointed. Turning to look, Kader felt his stomach drop at the sight of the figure entering the ritual circle. It was Kader’s height and dressed in dark Mandalorian armor. The mask was removed and Kader could see burns and scars adorning the face of his student, Isaac clan Zakegg. “Feirfek!” Kader swore. He was getting fed up with this stupid circle and the way it threw his failures in his face. How many more dead friends would he be forced to see? The figure of Isaac slowly looked up and started in surprise. “Master Kader?!” The young man exclaimed in shock. “Wow, you told me what to expect, but still….” “What are you talking about Isaac?” “I did it master,” Isaac said, his eyes falling to his feet. “I’ve brought it, just like you wanted.” Kader watched as Isaac pulled a lightsaber hilt from his pack. Kader did a double take and reached down to pull his own lightsaber hilt from his belt. They were an exact match. The figure of Isaac turned and walked to a section of wall with a stone brazier. Kader expected him to stop, and so was surprised when Isaac stepped through the wall as if it wasn’t there. Several moments later, Isaac stepped back through the wall and faded into the shadows. “What was that?” Kader cried, spinning to face the three ghostly woman. “What just happened? I don’t understand!” But his past had no answers as they too faded into shadows. Then the shadows faded as well, leaving Kader in the room with the faintly pulsing crystal. Kader turned to the brazier in the wall he had watched the ghostly Isaac walk through and reached down to his impatience and frustration to give him power for the Dark side he was about to use. With a complex gesture in the air in front of him, Kader gathered lightning into a ball of pulsing flame that ignited the brazier with a crack of thunder. The glowing brazier sent out a pulse of force energy and the section of wall slid sideways creating a doorway, mist spilling out into the crystal room. Stepping through the knee high mist, Master Novar entered a short corridor that ended in a small circular room with a pedestal at its center. The pedestal itself was spilling over with the strange mist and at it’s center was a holocron. Holding his breath, Kader gently reached out with the Force, probing for any defenses or traps that were laid upon the pedestal. Finding none, he carefully reached into the mist and pulled the holocron out.
It had been five weeks and Master Kader Novar was very close to opening the holocron. He had been camped here in the depths of this temple this entire time and had stopped his work only to eat and meditate several hours each night. He was so close! There! A pathway, a trail, a tendril of force that he had been searching for! Kader followed the strand and found himself swept along with the Force into the heart of the holocron. The sides of the holocron shifted and took on a new form, sputtering as it activated for the first time in millennia. It emitted a series of beeps and clicks, then a hologram of one of the cobalt scaled saurians appeared in the air over it. It emitted a series of growls and hisses, then it emitted a series of grunts and squeals, then a set of fluting notes and whistles. It was clear that the alien holocron was attempting to find a language that Kader knew and would respond. Suddenly, the holocron was speaking an ancient dialect of Dathomiri. “You have activated me.” The holocron spoke. “Tell me your name and I will open to you the knowledge of the Kwaa.” “I am Kader Novar.” Kader said in modern Dathomiri. “I acknowledge you, Kader Novar. I was once known as Ag’naan, Master of Bogan and this temple. I will share my knowledge with you.”
Master Kader Novar felt like he hadn’t seen his ship in forever. It had been close to six months since he had landed on this icy barren world, and he had not returned to the Righteous Fury once. Dragging himself up the gangplank, he felt like he was returning home after a long time away. He staggered to the cockpit and just sat in the pilots chair for a moment. Since his snow crawler had broken down in the icy wastes, he had been hunted by the native life forms, tall shaggy ape-like beasts with tusks and claws. He had stood and fought the first day, but for every beast he slew, two more would appear. Soon he was running for his life across the frozen landscape. He could hear them even now, banging on the hull. Doing the startup sequence on a cold ship took time, but the beasts wouldn’t get through the hull, so Kader wasn’t worried. Soon he would be on his way back to Tython.
The Righteous Fury floated in orbit over Tython as Master kader Novar spoke to the Jedi Base. “So they’ve returned to Endor?” Kader asked the hologram of Setale Shan, current Master of the Jedi order. “Thanks, Setale. I won’t waste any more of your time. “May the force be with you Kader.” She smiled and her hologram winked off. Kader turned to the nav computer and entered the new string of co-ordinates that would take him back to the Grey Temple on Endor.
“And after landing, I came straight here, to the council chambers.” Kader said, looking around at the other Grey Masters of the Council. “I have brought back the Holocron of Bogan, but I have learned of several other ancient holocrons. The next one is known as the Holocron of Ashla, and it will have more information on the others, scattered throughout the galaxy by the ancient Kwaa empire.”
TotD2: The Blackened Trail 8 (3665 BBY Onderon, Rebel Camp)
Walking through the Rebel camp reminded the woman of a garden, lush and green, with life everywhere. She saw the way the Rebels built their homes into the ancient ruins and foliage so as to exist with the nature, rather than to dominate it. She appreciated the symbolism of it all and it made her calm in her mind. Her name was Mileena Osroc and she was a Jedi Knight, currently on suspension for reasons of insanity. She had been tortured by her very own apprentice three years ago on this planet. For all she knew it could have been this very camp. Much of that time was erased from her memory. She reached up to brush her lapis blue hair out of her eyes only to find yet again that it wasn’t there. She had recently cut her hair short and she still wasn’t used to it. She watched as the rebels went about their business around her, they were all human with the common traits of those native to the planet, and all wore minimal clothing suited to the jungle and fashioned of various animal pelts. She knew that her nurse, Jedi Knight Jessik, was behind her, but it didn’t matter. It was nice just to be out again, in the sun and the breeze. Mileena could hear the other Jedi arguing with the Rebel leaders in the main building. It wasn’t that they were loud, rather the fact that since she had been driven insane, Mileena had acquired an unnatural sense of hearing through the force. It was all she could do some days not to be overcome just by the thoughts of others. “What do you mean he’s not here?!” Ession Vanch exclaimed. Mileena liked him, he was nice. His blonde hair reminded her of the fluff from a chorxvak plant from her homeward of Haruun Kal, and it made her laugh and think of the better days of her youth. “He left, about a week ago.” Mileena didn’t like this voice much. It was rough and gravely, and it spoke with an undercurrent of aggression that made her sick to her stomach. “We have his exit vector, but no idea where he was actually going.” “Then give us that vector!” Jedi Knight Drulliak, he was a Zabrak, exclaimed. He frightened her a bit, with his fearsome face tattoos and horned head, but he was a kind soul and had never harmed a soul. “Please, we need that information.” “And what will you do for us? Hmm? In the past you have always bartered armor or arms for us, mr Vanch. What is it you offer us for this information?” “An opportunity to be free.” Ession again, “We seek to remove your ‘king’ from power. That can only help your rebellion. Give us that vector, and I can promise you we will remove him from power. The rest will be up to you, but We will do the hardest part.” There was a pause in the conversation as Mileena circled back around the camp. Ession knew he was bluffing with an empty hand, but he was banking on the rebels being so relieved to have the dark lord removed that they would agree to their terms. It was a long shot and they all knew it. “We shall accept your terms, Mr Vanch.” The guttural voice declared after a moment, “However, I have a term of my own: I will give you the vectors you request, but in exchange I want you to assure me that a Republic invasion force will not show up to take advantage of our situation. Onderon will be free, neither beholden to Republic nor Empire!” “I… believe I could arrange that with the Jedi’s help.” Ession said, though he felt unsure, Mileena was sure he was looking to Knight Drulliak for confirmation. She felt Knight condo’s Force aura change and knew he had consented. “Very well then, We are all in agreement then?” “We are” The others in the meeting murmured. Mileena sighed as she turned away from the center of camp, she supposed it was too much to hope that her apprentice would be here, but at least they had a clue to go on. They would find him! There, in front of her, was an old stone well with heavy boards sealing the top. There was nothing growing around the well for several feet in any direction and Mileena could see the plants at the edge of the circle were withered and mutated. A feeling of coldness and terror shot through her and Mileena cried out. Her vision went dark and she could feel her body shaking. “Mileena! Mileena!” oh, that must be Jedi Jessik, she thought; her own thoughts fighting to struggle to the top of the screaming horror that was threatening to overwhelm her. “Fierfek! What’s happening to her?” A new voice, but something to grasp onto, “Why is she foaming?!” “Get back!” Jedi Jessik again, “Go and get the rest of our group! I need Mr Vanch and Jedi Drulliak!” Mileena heard footsteps pounding, too loud in her head, wait no that was her racing heartbeat. The darkness erupted in light and fire around her and she screamed in agony. Mileena’s vision turned white.
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TotD2: The Blackened Trail 7 (3665 BBY Dathomir, Ahnki Outpost)
The sun blazed down onto the permacrete of the landing pads of Ahkni Outpost and the man calling himself Lord Kader Novar was glad to be under the broad leaves of the jungle trees. He had just paid a small fortune to store his ship here in one of the workshops off the books, and had negotiated the rental of a hover-car. It was true that he could have just forced his will on the people of this port and it wouldn’t have cost him a single credit, but that would have declared his presence in a way no other force user could miss. It was also likely that there were force users among the Dathomiri here at the outpost, and that was trouble he had no interest in stirring up. Kader had ‘acquired’ a map from one of the info kiosks, and had discovered that the clan he was looking for had been nearby recently. He watched a mechanic fly an aged hover-car toward them across the tarmac and gestured to his companion, who currently looked like a Twi-lek. “Here she is, good as new.” The mechanic was a fat human man with grease stains on his skin and clothes. “She’s an older model, but I take real good care of her, so she’ll do ya right. You got a guide with ya? I know a couple local girls here looking for work.” “Any from the Shattered Trunk clan here?” Kader popped the hood of the Hover-car and started inspecting various parts. “That’s the clan I’m looking for.” “Shattered Trunk?” The mechanic thought for a moment, “They were just here a few weeks ago. I’m pretty sure one of their girls is over at the tapcaf on the other side, a tall gangly lass, three scars across her face. You can’t miss her.” “Thank you.” Kader closed the hood; despite the mechanics slovenly appearance, he had been speaking truth about the condition of this hover-car. “I will go speak with her.” Staying to the shaded edge of the permacrete, Lord Kader and his Twi-lek companion made their way around to the largest building at Anki Outpost, the combination tapcaf and hostel known as the Last Chance. The inside of the Last Chance was dimly lit and smoke hung in the air from numerous beings and substances. An old music box against the wall was playing an old ballad from a decade before and looking around, Kader could see several Dathomiri woman playing a card game, but none of them were scarred as the mechanic had described. “What can I get you?” A short, bearded alien behind the counter asked as Kader approached. “We have a variety of fine spirits for the discerning consumer.” “Whyrens Reserve, if you have it,” Kader said putting down a fifty credit chit, “otherwise Lum is fine.” The bartender turned for a moment then came back holding a glass of amber liquid. Kader held it up and viewed it through the dim light, he swirled it and took a deep breath, breathing in the smokey vapors of the whiskey, then he took a sip. And almost gagged. Whatever this was, it was not Whyrens reserve… Kader swallowed, grimaced, and set the glass down. “I am looking for someone,” he told the bartender. “I was told she was here, a Dathomiri woman with three scars across her face. Have you seen her?” “Her?” the bartender snorted with derision, “You can find her in the back corner booth, but take my advice young man, leave that one alone. She doesn’t like our… well, gender, if you take my meaning. Very traditional, that one.” Kader turned and, leaving the glass and the credit chit on the bar,approached the table the bartender had indicated. “My lady,” He said, bowing to the shadowed corner, “I seek the Shattered Trunk Clan and was told you could guide me to them.” “Of all the Tapcafs on all the worlds, you just had to walk into this one, didn’t you?” her voice came out of the darkness, even and strong. “I’m sorry?” Kader asked confused. Did this woman know him? He peered into the darkness, trying to make out any defining features on the woman who sat before him. “Why I’m almost ashamed of you!” The voice let out a girlish peal of laughter, “But I guess when you're a mighty ‘Lord of the Sith’ all us normal people just blend into the background don't they?” Her voice had turned hard and it had a vicious edge to it as she spoke, and Kader was astonished too find that he did remember that voice. He reached out with the Force and was astonished at who he felt. “Wait a second, Losha?! What are you doing here?” Losha had been a friend of his and Erinæ’s when they were teenagers attending the Dathomir academy. The three of them had adventures and got into so much trouble that their night-sister teachers actually tried to expel Kader at one point. “I am making a life.” Loch growled from the shadows. “The clan-mother bid me stay here when we passed. She said she had a vision of me and a visitor. Guess I should’ve known it would be you. Only you could manage to be this much trouble.” Losha leaned forward into the light for the first time, and Kader marveled at how she had changed. No longer a gawky teenager, she had grown into a fierce warrior with piercing blue eyes and her black hair woven in braids around her face. As the mechanic had told him, Kader could see three scars standing out harshly against the skin of her face, burned and cauterized as if made by a lightsaber. “So tell me, why are you here? And where is my bond-sister, your wife?”
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OMG! i’m posting on time! its a true christmas miracle! or maybe an easter miracle. idk. but either way, Ethel and Lucy appear to be caught.
-Bill
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TotD2: The Blackened Trail 6 (2665 BBY Aboard the Argent Rogue, Onderon system)
Ession Vanch watched the slowly spinning green-blue orb of Onderon in front of him and was surprised at the rising emotions welling up inside of him. It was a mixture of sorrow and longing, with a bitterness at the end. Ession had spent several years flying supplies in and out of Onderon for the Rebels, and that job was how he had met Mileena and her apprentice. “It’s beautiful.” The voice of his co-pilot was soft, almost reverent; it belonged to the Jedi Knight Ondo Drulliak, a Zabrak from the wild planet Dathomir. Of all of them, Ondo was the best suited to Onderon's wild-lands. “It can be.” Ession admitted. “The plains become vast fields of flowers in the spring, and the sunsets from the tower of Iziz will take your breath away. The natives ride these massive creatures called Drixl, great winged lizards that fly through the air like the nimblest of hover-cars. Don’t even get me started on the exotic foods and spices they have there! The only reason Onderon isn’t a bustling hub of the galaxy is because of where it is. “Onderon is so far off the beaten paths that nobody cares about it.” Ession laughed bitterly. “That’s why it’s under Sith control.” “You know this place well, then?” Ondo asked, turning his horned head to peer at Ession. “My father used to make runs out here before he died.” Ession shrugged. “I was a little kid, hanging out on my dads ship and trying not to get in the way. I got to see most of the galaxy that way and thats part of why I joined ORTC(Outer-Rim Tactical Command) when I turned 16.” “Sounds like there’s a story there.” Ondo observed. “There is, but not one I’m going to tell until we have a lot of drinks in us.” Ession sighed. “And it doesn’t pertain to this. My point is: yes, Onderon is a beautiful planet. It’s the owners I can’t stand.” “From what I read in the archives, Onderon has been ruled by Sith lords for thousands of years.” “That’s actually not entirely true, Ondo. The original Natives of the planet manage to rise up every hundred years or so and retake their planet for a time. The problem is, they are close enough to the Unknown regions that they seem to be a constant target for the Sith.” “That is also untrue.” Both men started at the soft feminine voice behind them. Ession jumped to his feet and stepped to the girls side. She was fairly short with lapis colored hair that had recently been cut short, making her violet eyes stand out more. She stood with her own arms wrapped around her body, like she was somehow trying to hide behind herself. “Mileena, what are you doing here?” Ession asked gently. “Where is Fiona? You should be resting in back.” “Jedi Jessik is taking a nap.” Mileena Osroc, insane Jedi, said softly not meeting his eyes. “And your wrong about why the Sith keep coming back to Onderon.” “How so?” Ondo asked as Ession guided her to one of the passenger chairs and helped her strap in. “They come back for him!” she said, pointing at one of the moons. “He was their master and somehow he’s still there. It’s him they come to see.” Ession looked at Ondo and saw his own confusion mirrored back. “Who?” “Freedon Nadd!” she hissed, clutching her hands to her face and hiding her eyes. “Wait I know this one,” Ondo said, his brow furrowed in thought, “Freedon Nadd was a Jedi prodigy thousands of years ago who killed his master and was seduced to the dark side of the Force. He was a student of Naga Sadow. He conquered Onderon and ruled it for more than a hundred years before he died and was entombed beneath the palace. But there’s absolutely no way he could still be alive.” “Lies!” Mileena screamed, “Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies! Lies!” “Please, calm yourself Mileena!” Ession grabbed her wrists to stop her thrashing. “What do you mean?” “He’s not there!” She whispered, staring down at the blue-green world. “He’s there! On the demon moon! And he wants me, he whispers in my head, I don't want to be here.” “Oh, my dear,” Ession let go as she collapsed sobbing into his chest. “There, there, it will all be okay. I’ve got you, and he’s not going to even have a chance.” The door whooshed open and a frantic Fiona ran in, sliding to a stop. Her hair was a mess of tangles, and one side of her face was red like she had fallen asleep on a hard surface. “Oh thank the Force!” she exclaimed with a tremble to her voice. “I must have fallen asleep and when I woke up she was gone. What happened?” “It’s fine, Fiona.” Ondo said from his seat. “She was giving us some more information on Onderon, but I think we may have pushed her too far. You really should take her to the back and strap in. We should be making a landing soon.” “Just waiting for the signal from my contacts on the surface.” Ession said, disengaging himself from the troubled Mileena. A beep sounded from his console as he stood. “That’s probably them now, go ahead, Fiona.” The two girls left, Fiona gently leading Mileena out of the cockpit, and Ession settled himself in his chair once more. He glanced at the readout on his screen and nodded. “We have out co-ordinates and our window, we make planetfall in fifteen minutes.” He said, flicking as few switches and bringing the engine up to speed. “Let’s go kidnap a king.”
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Yeah I’ll be the first to admit my sketches here aren’t very good, but what do you expect from a five minute sketch? Odd has derp face and Mileena looks really butch here. oh well guess i’ll try harder next time. or not. I mean whatever.
Also, many apologies for the day late thing. Real life is being a pain right now and it’s starting to eat into my drawing/writing time.
Anyhow, enjoy this chapter of ToTd2: TBT! comic will hopefully be up tomorrow.
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So our girls prepare to break into Nikolai's house. I can’t decide if they’re more Cagney & Lacey, or Ethel and Lucy...
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TotD2: The Blackened Trail 5 (3665 BBY The Corpulent, over Korriban)
Two years. That number burned in the mind of young Darth Cyprus, the blade-master of Korriban. The blonde haired boy was the youngest to ever hold the title of blade-master, and he was immensely proud of his achievement. He had been chosen as an apprentice of Darth Malgus himself, and had been given an important mission: to hunt down the now infamous Traitor to the Infinite Empire. His new master had given him a strike cruiser called the Corpulent with a full crew to run it under his command, but there was nowhere to go. For the last two years the traitor he was supposed to hunt had stayed at his base of power, making it impossible for Cyprus to make an attack. It burned him to know that his foe was out there, laughing at him from behind his walls. It was infuriating. If the Traitor would only leave his base of operations, then Cyprus could strike! “Sir!” An ensign appeared behind Drake as he paced the command deck. “Update from our informants, it seems the Traitor left Iziz yesterday and launched to hyperspace. We tracked his trajectory and have compiled a list of possible targets.” “Very good.” Cyprus used the force to summon the data pad to his hand. He perused the list, carefully taking notice of planets in the Sith empire. He raised his hand and Captain Kavval Andreas, his second in command, approached. “Prepare the ship for departure.” The young Sith lord ordered, “We are making for Dathomir.” To Kavval’s credit he asked no questions, he just got to work giving orders. They would be on their way in less than an hour. The ensign, on the other hand, was full of doubt and Cyprus could feel it through the Force. “How do you know that’s where he will be going?” The ensign raised an eyebrow at Darth Cyprus. “There were dozens of planets on that list.” Darth Cyprus calmly turned to the ensign. “First, I have studied the Traitor extensively for some time now. He is inclined to return to places of great significance for him, and Dathomir is very significant to his past; and second…” the black robed boy circled the ensign slowly, predatorily, allowing his calm demeanor and words to be heard by all on the bridge. “And second?” The ensign asked as the Sith circled him. “Second, is that from here on out I will be referred to as Lord or Darth Cyprus. I will have a modicum of respect and order on my ship.” Cyprus whipped his hand forward, igniting his crimson saber and just as quickly deactivating it. The unfortunate ensigns eyes widened in horror as the stench of cauterized flesh began to spread across the bridge. Darth Cyprus turned and strode towards the bridge doors as the ensigns head fell off and the body toppled and fell to the deck with a sickening thud. Despite the ensign, Darth Cyprus was in a pretty good mood. The hunt was finally on! No more sitting around, waiting to hear from spies and informants! After two years of boring waste, he could finally do something! It was the Sith way to make changes rather than accept them, it was the Sith way to enforce their will upon the galaxy and to change it for the better! And nothing would improve the galaxy like the Traitors demise. “Alert me when we reach Dathomir, Captain Andreas. The bridge is yours.” The Traitor had better watch out, the Blade-master of Korriban was coming for him!
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-Bill
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So yeah, had a bit of extra fun with the inking this week since my migraines totally screwed up last nights post. who knows if i’ll last.
-Bill
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