<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569</id><updated>2024-09-09T14:10:29.794-07:00</updated><category term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><category term="The Beginning"/><category term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category term="Operative Chihuahua&#39;s Journal"/><category term="Seraphic Phenyx Storyline"/><category term="Operative Seraphim&#39;s Journal"/><category term="Editorial Note"/><category term="Classified Rebellion Files"/><category term="Izomeri/Sarge&#39;s Storyline"/><category term="News"/><category term="Pictures"/><category term="Role Play Data Sheet"/><title type='text'>Celestial Phenyx&#39; Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Wherever there is tyranny and oppression, you will find a rebellion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-3090135397702658527</id><published>2013-05-14T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T18:45:05.794-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial Note"/><title type='text'>EDITORIAL NOTE: Cyberbullying - Ending the Cycle</title><content type='html'>AUTHOR&#39;S NOTE: It&#39;s been a while since I&#39;ve posted on my blog, mostly because I have been extremely busy in real life. I&#39;ve been blessed with a loving family, fabulous friends, and more projects than I can count. And I feel like life is moving in the right direction, finally.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes to move forward, we have to let things go. We have to let go of unhealthy relationships, unhealthy work environments, and unhealthy thoughts. It recently came to my attention that a certain person, whom I only associated with for a month online, continues to repost a libelous blog post about me, despite two failed attempts for her to listen to a cease-and-desist letter that my attorney sent to her. This article is not to discuss the accusations, but I am happy to do so in private, if you wish. This article is to remind everyone about the dangers of friending people online, and some practical tips to avoiding cyberstalking, cyberharrassment, and cyberbullying.&lt;br /&gt;
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First of all...&lt;br /&gt;
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NEVER GIVE ANYONE ACCESS TO YOUR ACCOUNTS! Regardless if they attempt to have you sign a legal document to attempt to obtain that information from you, it isn&#39;t any of their business. If you do give them access, make sure you understand that if the relationship goes sour, they may attempt to lock you out of your own account. Are you prepared to deal with that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Second...&lt;br /&gt;
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DON&#39;T REVEAL PERSONAL INFORMATION ONLINE. Only friend people you know or who don&#39;t give you the heebie-jeebies in your tummy when you talk to them. If you feel like you can trust them with knowing your birth date, cell phone number, email address, give it a few weeks before you give that away. Give the relationship time to develop. If it moves at the speed of light, put on the brakes until you can get a feel for the character of that person. When you feel comfortable, then give what little you are willing to give, don&#39;t let them force it out of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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SET YOUR BOUNDARIES. If someone clearly violates your boundaries, let them know. If they continue to do so, walk away. You are doing yourself a favor, and them, but telling them their behavior is unacceptable. You can&#39;t fix them. Let them deal with their own problems.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope this helps. If you want more of the story of what happened in my life and how I have overcome the negativity of one person, send me an email. Don&#39;t always believe what you read online, especially if it is one-sided. Remember, just because it is on the Internet, doesn&#39;t mean it is well-researched or objective.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Love and Light,&lt;br /&gt;
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Talya Raphaella&lt;br /&gt;
Archangel.Sandalphon@gmail.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/3090135397702658527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2013/05/editorial-note-cyberbullying-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/3090135397702658527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/3090135397702658527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2013/05/editorial-note-cyberbullying-ending.html' title='EDITORIAL NOTE: Cyberbullying - Ending the Cycle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-5119866453877936617</id><published>2012-05-30T20:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T20:41:58.602-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;SANDAL&#39;S JOURNAL: Life has come to a standstill of sorts. I spend my days tending to the baby,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;Tifa_Maximus&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/Tifa_Maximus&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #0084b4; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; outline: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;color: #66b5d2; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: inherit; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Tifa_Maximus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;, who surprises me with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;how smart she is. She definitely looks like both&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;corden_maximus&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/corden_maximus&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #0084b4; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; outline: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;color: #66b5d2; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: inherit; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;corden_maximus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;and I. She has my cheekbones, his hair, and my smile. It&#39;s a tad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;bittersweet because she is already starting to display a Force ability, telepathy. I am worried because of the history of the Jedi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;and Sith. They always try to take the child away and raise it in their own beliefs. I would be proud if she choose the way of the Jedi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;but will she? And if she does, she will never lead a normal life. Well, being a Force sensitive or Force user, one never really has&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;a normal life, as I have come to believe. But those problems are a long ways away. It depresses me to think of them, actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I am trying to spend each day, living life to its fullest. Corden has been preoccupied as of late, but visits when he can. And we are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;fortunate to have such good friends around. Do I miss being a Rebellion spy? Somewhat. Do I love being a mother? Absolutely. Do I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;feel like I have let down my fellow Rebels? I don&#39;t know the answer to that. It is said that spies do not retire. They simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;go into hiding, and for good. The few instances where the Imperials have gotten close to finding me, I have managed to escape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;But I am no more of a threat to them than any other Kiffar. I have no more business with them or the Rebels. If I were to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;taken prisoner by the Imperials, all of the information I have would be outdated at this point. It would be worthless to even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;come after me. I assume there is still a bounty on my head. I believe Corden cleared it once, but who knows if I got another placed on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;me. Look at me, rambling. As I always do. Well, mother is still engaged in her diplomatic work and a bit disappointed that I stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;my own. She never quite understood what raising a family truly meant. After all, I spent my childhood at a monestary most days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Corden&#39;s buire are doing fine on Tattooine. They invested in a moisture farm and says it shall provide a nice nest egg for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;retirement. Although Corden&#39;s father just will never stop working, so I am sure they are set for the rest of their cycles. As for me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I have been spending it with the baby in various safehouses. My friends love playing with her, and it gives me much needed R&amp;amp;R.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Not to be mean, but the baby just will not stop tele-babbling. It&#39;s constant. And at her age, most children actually voice words, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;she insists on speaking through telepathic images. It&#39;s exhausting answering her. And wherever I go, she can find me. *sigh*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;but at least I know if she is chattering to me, she is safe and happy. And that is what matters. Well, I had better get back to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;reading. I have about 30 minutes before Tifa wakes up and starts chatting away. ** SANDAL&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/5119866453877936617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/05/sandals-journal-life-has-come-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/5119866453877936617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/5119866453877936617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/05/sandals-journal-life-has-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-7755363981666271011</id><published>2012-05-16T22:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T22:12:35.532-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>CORDEN&#39;S STORYLINE: The Kyrt&#39;sad Base</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sandal Maximus&#39; Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It appears our ad&#39;ika (@_JMalik) took matters into his own hands and single-handedly attacked a Kyrt&#39;sad (Death Watch Mandalorians) base. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think the ad&#39;ika, Joey, takes after his adopted father more and more each day. Joey apparently got all of Corden&#39;s recklessness and none of my reserved nature. I worry about our son everyday, but I have faith in the Force that Joey will overcome and be okay. I do, however, pray to the Maker for Joey&#39;s safe return each night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the strange turn of events, Joey was in Kyrt&#39;sad space and found himself a captive of the Death Watch. Or rather, should I say it, they were unknowingly his captive. He nearly wiped them out. Only General Xenen Kaori (@Kyrtsad) and his daughter Mali (@DW_Mali) escaped successfully. Joey, you see, has abilities that are not known here in our galaxy. It appears Xenen and Mali underestimated Joey and lost a base and some of their crew as a result. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But what matters to me is not the destruction of the base, only that Joey is safe. Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus) and I are safe on a ship in orbit around the Mandalorian homeworld of Manda&#39;yaim, and currently visit with my husband at night when most of the crew is asleep. &amp;nbsp;My husband (@Corden_Maximus) still maintains his identity as Oram Merev, or the Mand&#39;alor&#39;s personal assassin. How long he will maintain this ruse, I do not know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7755363981666271011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/05/cordens-storyline-kyrtsad-base.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7755363981666271011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7755363981666271011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/05/cordens-storyline-kyrtsad-base.html' title='CORDEN&#39;S STORYLINE: The Kyrt&#39;sad Base'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-2686391871443097111</id><published>2012-05-16T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T22:12:55.511-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Editorial Note"/><title type='text'>EDITORIAL: Re-load</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for following. Please note that the roleplaying has been on hiatus for a few months and probably a few more as our team re-groups. There have been small little roleplays here and there on various accounts, but nothing that I have really updated the blog with. Unfortunately, with real life happening, I have had less and less time to devote to this blog. I do appreciate that you check in and hopefully I will have something for you soon. However, I am on my out-of-character account at least once daily, so please feel free to follow that. &amp;nbsp;Thank you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/2686391871443097111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/05/editorial-re-load.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/2686391871443097111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/2686391871443097111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/05/editorial-re-load.html' title='EDITORIAL: Re-load'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-8258364111248782157</id><published>2012-01-16T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:40:21.956-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;This storyline has been roleplayed late into the morning, so many of you may have missed it. Unfortunately, it is pretty extensive so this is a summary of what happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Corden resurrected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;What were you expecting? That was it. *eyeroll* Fine...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The Kyrt&#39;sad (@Akaan_DW) were in possession of Corden&#39;s body (@Corden_Maximus), which had the vital organs blown away by the pirates known as the Bloodscars. &amp;nbsp;Akaan sold the body to the Mandalorian mad scientist Demagol (@Demagol_). &amp;nbsp;It was there that Corden&#39;s body underwent a series of artificial organ replacements, essentially bringing him back to life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;((DEMAGOL&#39;S SOLO ROLEPLAY)) [Landing back on Osadia, Demagol orders his men to take the corpse of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;corden_maximus&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/corden_maximus&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #0084b4; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;corden_maximus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;to his private laboratory, not to be disturbed.]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;[Demagol sets the corpse on the slab closest to the bodily fluids cooler and deftly cuts off any fabric on Corden&#39;s body] A lot of damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Not that it should prevent my work. [Motions for a Medroid to come over with his tools as he begins to remove the now useless parts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I wonder how he died... Certainly not from his disease. [Finally gets the corpse cleaned, his mind racing] I wonder if it&#39;s possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I wonder how he died... Certainly not from his disease. [Finally gets the corpse cleaned, his mind racing] I wonder if it&#39;s possible...&lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m going to bring the Mand&#39;alor back to life.&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;[Without delay, Demagol orders his men to begin fabricating polyeurothane replacement organs to his exact specifications as he preps the--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-melted and mangled edges of Corden&#39;s heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, and stomach for bonding with the artificial replacements]This will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;[As the men deliver the parts, Demagol finishes inserting a neural pacemaker into Corden&#39;s brain, preparing to jump-start the synapses]Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;[His skilled surgeon&#39;s hands make short work of reattatching the artificial organs, grafting Syntheskin to close his torso cavity. He --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-places a series of electrodes on Corden&#39;s nude body, connecting them to a defibrilator. Inserting a long needle into Corden&#39;s brain and--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-places a series of electrodes on Corden&#39;s nude body, connecting them to a defibrilator. Inserting a long needle into Corden&#39;s brain and--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-That sends 50,000 volts coursing through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;corden_maximus&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/corden_maximus&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #0084b4; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;corden_maximus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&#39;s lifeless body, hoping the shock will cause his synapses to refire]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-That sends 50,000 volts coursing through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;corden_maximus&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/#!/corden_maximus&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #0084b4; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;corden_maximus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&#39;s lifeless body, hoping the shock will cause his synapses to refire]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Instantly Demagol forces a breathing tube down Corden&#39;s throat,setting the electrodes to automatically shock him if needed]&lt;/span&gt;Ha! I have done the impossible! I have brought the dead back to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And now cyborg-zombie-Corden has resurrected!&lt;br /&gt;
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With the help of Boss (@RC_Boss) and Dralin (@DralinVerda), they pay for the reanimated Corden and the story continued in their storylines. Unfortunately, it is a pain to cut-and-paste everyone&#39;s dialog so you are just going to have to read through their timelines to get the dialog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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Corden&#39;s baby daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus) recognizes his life force returning to the galaxy and immediately contacts him through the Force with the things she has learned from reading time with her mother, Sandal Maximus (@Sandal_Maximus). &amp;nbsp;Tifa, already communicating through the Force, sends Corden random thoughts, usually colors and shapes. &amp;nbsp;It is then that Corden decides to return home. Confused, exhausted, and dehydrated, his wife mistook him for a clone set-up by the Kyrt&#39;sad (Death Watch Mandalorians) or Imperials. She attacks Corden, but is stopped by Boss. And it then that Corden says Tifa has been contacting him, and knowing she never told anyone about Tifa&#39;s growing Force abilities, she knows it is really him. After a brief reunion, Sandal collapses on the bed, finally able to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Corden and Boss take Tifa to hang out in Sandal&#39;s bunker in the interim.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the bunker, after everyone has rested, Corden and Boss discuss plans for the future. Corden wants a ship (The Chakaar) and some men to plan covert operations. And that is where the story resumes... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I was once a crop of wheat, growing in the sun light. I was picked. That is when my transformation began.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The machines tore my wheaty body into pieces, mixing it with other wheats, and soon we were all one. One doughy mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;The machines changed my body, filled me with a gooey mass, stamped out a new form. I was reborn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I traveled with others like me in a plastic vessel. It was like a womb. We felt safe and protected.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Hands grabbed us, shoved our home into the depths of a freezer. And there we sat for an eternity. Simply being ourselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;We were beginning to show our age. The Makers decided to put us on clearance. A red sticker was applied to our plastic vessel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;And a small Maker peered at us, and said they wanted Ravioli for dinner. That is when we knew. Our name was Ravioli.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;We were scanned by a red light, heard a beep, and pushed into a dark cavern filled with other non-Ravioli.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Tucked away for more time, we finally emerged. And that same tiny Maker squeeled with glee upon seeing us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Held on the precipice, staring into the metal abyss, we were afraid as the steam hit us. Summoning our courage, we dove in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;The heat tempered our bodies. It cooked our insides. And when pulled out, we were softened and delicate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Placed on a flat vessel, decorated with a red sauce, we were presented to the Little Maker. And we became one with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;And then we became poop. Which was flushed into a waste treatment facility. We were sold to a Chinese farm as fertilizer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now I am growing in a sunny field somewhere in China. I am now Bok Choi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7161075508778899873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/editorial-roleplaying-as-ravioli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7161075508778899873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7161075508778899873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/editorial-roleplaying-as-ravioli.html' title='Editorial: Roleplaying as a Ravioli'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-7218447706827843223</id><published>2012-01-09T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:13:37.318-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: Pride Lost - The New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sandal Maximus&#39; Private Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn&#39;t do it. I just couldn&#39;t do it. Every time I thought about getting revenge on the Blackscar leader, the one that in some way (albeit indirectly) contributed to my husband&#39;s unfortunate death, I just couldn&#39;t do it. &amp;nbsp;Sarge&#39;s (@RC_Sarge) words kept ringing in my mind, that this wasn&#39;t me. I wasn&#39;t one for revenge. Taking a life for a life was not the Jedi way. And he was right. Killing that pirate would have done nothing to bring Corden back. All it would have done was possibly ended the pirate&#39;s capacity to hurt others. But again, that was not the Jedi way. As he sat there, fear in his eyes, I saw in him a piece of myself. That human part within all of us. I saw him as an evil man only on the basis of his decisions based upon life circumstances, a product of his upbringing and his own temperment, not as a nameless thug. Bound as he was, he posed no threat to me any longer. He had already taken away that which destroyed me on the inside. There was nothing left to hate him with. I know this sounds strange, and maybe it is just the ramblings of a woman in grief, but I just couldn&#39;t do it. &amp;nbsp;I had already killed two that day. &amp;nbsp;And two souls are a lot to pray over.&lt;br /&gt;
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After raiding the Bloodscar compound, I took the leader back to the Everser for Boss (@RC_Boss) and his associate Dralin (@DralinVerda) to deal with. My droids, Beskarad (@Beskarad) and KOSMOS (@_Kos_Mos) earned their rest that night.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a good long bath, I spent the evening with our daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). The strange thing is I could have sworn Tifa mentally projected a picture of Corden&#39;s face into my mind, asking where he was. I chalk that one up to a lack of sleep recently, but if she were like me... if... then it would explain the feelings I have. The joy if she is indeed a Force-sensitive or Force-user... but also the dread of knowing the prison that having an ability in the Force could mean. And if she is, then it is my duty to train her how to use her natural gifts properly. It&#39;s the least I can do... for him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7218447706827843223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-pride-lost-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7218447706827843223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7218447706827843223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-pride-lost-new.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: Pride Lost - The New Chapter'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-4871867831559876529</id><published>2012-01-09T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:15:34.042-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: Pride Lost - Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is written as an editorial to keep followers up with the story and not written from a particular character&#39;s perspective. If you have any questions regarding this storyline, please contact @Corden_Maximus on Twitter. Please note this storyline is intellectual property of the typist behind Corden Maximus, except for those components written by other typists. Thank you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of desperation, Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus) made a trip to a planet located in the Outer Rim in search of a rare flower that could perhaps, hold the key to unlocking his degenerative genetic illness. With the clock ticking, and unable to wait for his wife to manufacture healing serums, Corden took his comrade Rang Skirata (@TheRangSkirata) with him on the secret journey. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, this particular flower grew within the territory of a merciless pirate group known as the Bloodscars; thus the territory was fiercely protected to the extent that any intruder was killed on sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After locating the flower, Corden and Rang were discovered. &amp;nbsp;Although they tried to outrun the Bloodscars, it was too late. &amp;nbsp;Corden was killed and only Rang survived to return to the Haate vi Jorso&#39;ran to inform Corden&#39;s wife (@Sandal_Maximus) of Corden&#39;s death. &amp;nbsp;However, at the time of Corden&#39;s death, Sandal immediately felt the life taken from his body and collapsed in her laboratory. &amp;nbsp;Her bodyguard, Sarge (@RC_Sarge) was alerted to her falling by his &quot;man-down&quot; indicator and immediately rushed to find her. &amp;nbsp;In the medbay, Rang informed Sarge that Corden had died. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day, Sarge informed Sandal of what had happened. &amp;nbsp;That is when she told him that Corden came to her in a dream, telling her to take care of Tifa. &amp;nbsp;It was then she knew. &amp;nbsp;After release from the medbay, Sandal left Tifa with a relative as she began her grieving process. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his death, Corden sent pre-recorded messages to his good friends Rang and Boss (@RC_Boss). &amp;nbsp;These messages contained instructions on what Corden wanted done after his demise. &amp;nbsp;Rang was instructed to take his body for a proper burial, and Boss was instructed to become head of the military Corden had amassed. &amp;nbsp;Although given the helm of the Mand&#39;alor, Boss was hesitant and decided against assuming the post himself. &amp;nbsp;Boss approached Sandal to tell her of Corden&#39;s wishes, and she relayed that her intention was to gain revenge for the death of her husband.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the interim, Akaan (@Akaan_dw) was sent to retrieve Corden&#39;s body from the pirates.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/4871867831559876529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-pride-lost-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/4871867831559876529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/4871867831559876529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-pride-lost-conclusion.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: Pride Lost - Conclusion'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-1627535376410906996</id><published>2012-01-07T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:55:47.367-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline - Secret Serums</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sandal Maximus&#39; Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been trying for weeks to develop a serum that will cure or reverse my husband&#39;s (@Corden_Maximus) symptoms, but to no avail. Every serum either temporarily aleviates his symptoms or worsens them. I rarely sleep, I barely have time for our daughter Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus), and each second ticks away in my mind as I worry if I will be too late. &amp;nbsp;My bodyguard, Sarge (@RC_Sarge), has been assisting in collecting new plant and mineral materials for the serums, and without his help, my research would be delayed further.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember hearing that crystals used for creating lightsabers could charge liquids with healing energies. &amp;nbsp;This is, of course, rarely spoken about and completely far-fetched, but in my desperation, I am willing to do anything at this point. &amp;nbsp;Each crystal, however, has a different structure and I have to be careful which I will be experimenting with. &amp;nbsp;None the less, that is the next part of my mission, to seek out healing crystals which I can use to &quot;charge&quot; the various serums with healing energies to enhance the serums and potions.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/1627535376410906996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-secret-serums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/1627535376410906996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/1627535376410906996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-secret-serums.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline - Secret Serums'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-4220242780936372502</id><published>2012-01-07T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:39:34.382-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline - Act Three - Pride Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Because Sandalphon Maximus (@Sandal_Maximus) is unaware of what happened recently with her husband Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus), this is not one of Sandal&#39;s journal entries but an update on the storyline for those who may have missed it. &amp;nbsp;This storyline is being written by the typist behind the Corden Maximus account and remains his intellectual property although it is being documented here for followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;In Act Two, after tranquilizing Boss (@RC_Boss), Corden stepped into the darkness of space and drifted until he was picked up by a remote-controlled shuttle. It appears Corden&#39;s secret meeting with the mad Mandalorian doctor, Antos Wyrick (@Demagol_) was unsuccessful. Left with few alternatives to healing his genetic disease, Corden turns to the devil himself for help. At the beginning of Act Three, Corden is despondent. Knowing what he must do, out of sheer desperation, he contacts the ancient Sith Fanrek Andol (@Fanrek_Andol) for help. Corden fought Fanrek years prior when Sandal was still working as a Rebel operative, and successfully managed to protect her from the Sith&#39;s psychic attacks by directly confronting Fanrek. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, circumstances in life changed, and it is now Corden that seeks the Sith&#39;s assistance in freeing himself from the crippling disease. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;In their conversation, Fanrek psychically attacks Corden and agrees to help only on one condition, that Corden must give Fanrek his baby daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). As previously discussed between Corden and Sandal, Sandal senses the Force within tiny Tifa and was afraid that Tifa&#39;s Force signature would attract the attention of those like Fanrek. Sandal fears that Tifa would be taken, either by another Jedi or a Sith, in the same manner that Sandal herself was taken away for Jedi studies. &amp;nbsp;Knowing the lonely path ahead of Tifa, Sandal fears her daughter would not have a normal life, and could possibly fall into the hands of the dark side. &amp;nbsp;In an unspoken connection that Corden and Sandal have, he seemed to have understood this and vowed to protect their daughter from the hands of Jedi and Sith. &amp;nbsp;In his conversations with Fanrek, Corden calls off the deal, saying that that is the one thing he will not give to the Sith. Fanrek released Corden from the psychic attack, leaving the haunting message in Corden&#39;s mind. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;CM = Corden Maximus, Mand&#39;alor over the Mandalorian people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;FA = Fanrek Andol, ancient powerful Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Please note items contained within * symbols are action. Those outside of the symbols are usually dialog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Dialog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*Flipping on the intensive care habitat controls he breathes in the sterile smelling bacta spray that emanates from the air vents, feeling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;the cool spray coat him and everything else* Not good for the systems, but should stave off whatever Demagol infected me with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;His fingers tapping the console rapidly as he inputs instructions and new coords for after the first hyperspace jump* Second jump&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;will make it impossible for them to track me. Even if they managed to track my outbound vector from the shuttle *sighs, resting his -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;head in his hands, shuddering as several tears fall on the console, letting out a few shuddering breaths* I&#39;m sorry Sandal. Tifa. Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*The tears continue for several minutes. All the stress and emotion of the last few weeks leaving him, pouring out until there is nothing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-left and he is completely drained* Not going to get anything done feeling sorry for myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*wipes his face and opens the comm channel, keying in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;FanrekAndol&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/FanrekAndol&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #999999; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;FanrekAndol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&#39;s comm channel* Fanrek... it&#39;s, it&#39;s Corden. I need your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*reaching out through the Force, Fanrek taps into the mind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;corden_maximus&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/corden_maximus&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #999999; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;corden_maximus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;, filling his mind with his voice* Now now Corden, you know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;how I hate using those devices. What is it you need, my &quot;friend?&quot; *a low cackle echoes in Corden&#39;s head for a moment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*Gripping the sides of his head as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;FanrekAndol&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/FanrekAndol&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #999999; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;FanrekAndol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;breaks down his mental barriers to telepathically communicate with him, gasping for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;breath before answering* You know it leaves me weak to reach out like that. I&#39;m not a Jetii like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*driving a spike of pain into Corden&#39;s mind, relishing in the waves of anguish he feels* Oh dear Corden, we&#39;ve talked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;about this. I am not one of those weak minded fools. I am a Sith. Must I remind you again? *pushing another spike into&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;his brain. Grinning evilly at tormenting the Mandalorian*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*drops to his knees, then the floor as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;FanrekAndol&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/FanrekAndol&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #999999; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;FanrekAndol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;drives a mental spike into his mind, gasping out his surrender* Ok...you-you&#39;re Sith&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I submit. Please, just stop. Please *his voice getting weak as he begins to sweat profusely, writhing in pain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*laughing coldly and continuing his assault* Is the mighty Mand&#39;alor submitting? To me? A lowly Sith? *His voice turns&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*harsh as drives the spikes deeper* You are nothing to me. Nothing! Do you understand? I could kill you w barely a thought!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Do not trifle with me worm! I will end you! *suddenly releasing the spikes and resuming a calm voice* Now, tell me what&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;it is you need of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*gasping in relief as he is released from the mental hold* I need your help. I&#39;m sick. I believe you are familiar with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Ah yes. Your little disease. I may be able to help you. But what will you offer me in return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I...I don&#39;t know. What do you want? I know it isn&#39;t credits. I don&#39;t have much else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*A cold and high laughter fills Corden&#39;s head* You know what I want. And I&#39;ll expect nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*The drive to be able to take care of his family is all that propels Corden now. Mandalorians have no word for hero. Every Mando is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;to be honorable and take care of his family and is vode. A Mando who doesn&#39;t do this is a coward. A hut&#39;uun. It is the worst insult&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;a Mandalorian can receive. Corden&#39;s resolve is absolute. He WILL take care of his family, he WILL remain honorable, and he WILL protect&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;his vode. If not, then there is no point in living*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*his voice becoming strong again* NO. You won&#39;t have her. I&#39;ll die before I hand her over to the likes of you. She&#39;s the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;reason I am doing this. It does me nothing to give her to you. Deal is off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*using the Force again to drive mental spikes into Corden&#39;s mind* You have wasted my time. Something I do not appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*He screams out in pain, clutching at his head, curling up in a ball on the floor* NO! I won&#39;t give her up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*driving the spikes in further* Then you will die! *laughing evilly as he tortures Corden further* You are weak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*screaming louder, retreating into the recesses of his mind to escape the pain, putting up mental barriers and shutting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;everything else out* No *his voice weaker* You won&#39;t have her. Not while I&#39;m alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Your feeble defense attempts amuse me. Maybe I will let you live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*gasping out the words as Fanrek continues the torture* I won&#39;t give her to you, no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;FA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I think you will Maximus. I think you will *A cold laugh before he withdraws his psychic presence completely, his laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;lingering in Corden&#39;s mind, a final whisper of &quot;I know you will&quot; before he disappears completely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Yes, you will give her to me. I have seen it in the Force. You will give her to me, and I will raise her as my own. The Rule Of Two&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;will be followed. One to have power, one to covet it. You should be proud Maximus, your daughter will soon be training under the most&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;powerful Sith the galaxy has seen in centuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;CM:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;*feeling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;  twitter-atreply pretty-link&quot; data-screen-name=&quot;FanrekAndol&quot; href=&quot;https://twitter.com/FanrekAndol&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #999999; font: inherit; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;s style=&quot;opacity: 0.6; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;@&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: inherit; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;FanrekAndol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;end his psychic attack he lays exhausted on the floor, covered in sweat, a broken man* Boss was right, I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;aruetii... *the thought echoes in his head as exhaustion takes over and he passes out, his cheek pressed into the durasteel plating of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;floor. As Corden sleeps the ship continues on its course, bringing him ever closer to the man who just almost killed him* -end scene-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/4220242780936372502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-act-three-pride-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/4220242780936372502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/4220242780936372502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-act-three-pride-lost.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline - Act Three - Pride Lost'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-7086491211476656325</id><published>2012-01-04T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:28:16.160-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Time Bomb Ticketh</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sandalphon&#39;s Private Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), had disturbing news to tell me today. As if losing a limb wasn&#39;t bad enough, it appears he is showing the symptoms of a rare but fatal condition that runs through the males of his family. How he has managed to live this long without showing any previous symptoms is beyond me, but he has sent blood samples to various scientists for analysis... and hopefully a cure. There is so much weighing upon my shoulders. To watch my husband fade away rips my entire self in half, yet I have to remain strong. Why? Well, I have our daughter (@Tifa_Maximus) to think of and to the outside world, this has to remain hidden. &amp;nbsp;If the Kyrt&#39;sad (@Kyrtsad @DW_Mali) were to get wind of this, I fear an attack imminent. &lt;br /&gt;
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But I am numb inside. Losing my Corden is something I cannot bear to think of, as the thought ... I can&#39;t continue along those lines. It is losing a part of myself, it is as if I am dying too. And to think our daughter may have this genetic disease and can pass it along to her children... the thought is too disturbing to continue.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am setting aside weapons research, the KOSMOS project, and all other diplomatic missions until the cure can be found. Well, to maintain that things are normal, I will carry out some of these, but my primary focus will be on analyzing the data that my husband has provided to me. &amp;nbsp;I understand that the Kaminoans are also searching for the cure. But who knows what they will do with that genetic material. I do not trust the cloners, but maybe they can break the genetic code and free him of this disease.&lt;br /&gt;
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I intend to take this day-by-day. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, I will have the understanding of Boss (@RC_Boss) and the ad&#39;ika (@_JMalik) to comfort me while I go through this. I hope we can keep the Kyrt&#39;sad out of this until we can find a cure. They would see a weakened leader as an opportunity....&lt;br /&gt;
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The race is on. The time bomb ticketh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7086491211476656325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-time-bomb-ticketh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7086491211476656325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7086491211476656325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2012/01/cordens-storyline-time-bomb-ticketh.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Time Bomb Ticketh'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-8799596649230865877</id><published>2011-12-24T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:47:53.279-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Seraphim&#39;s Journal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seraphic Phenyx Storyline"/><title type='text'>SERAPHIC&#39;S STORYLINE - Enter the Admiral</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Seraphic Phenyx Reporting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been working for the Admiral (@Admiral_Stryker) for several months now, and he seems to have shown a strong interest in me. &amp;nbsp;It wasn&#39;t until last night that I realized to the extent that he was interested. It appears that he has been interested since before when I was Captain Tanner&#39;s assistant. &amp;nbsp;I remember seeing Stryker around, but I guess I never paid much attention. He says that taking the helm of the Imperial fleet has given him some sort of different perspective and he finally confessed his feelings for me. &amp;nbsp;Well, I think the wine he had been drinking also helped loosen his lips. &lt;br /&gt;
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However, I am trying to maintain my professionalism and keep in mind that I am a Rebellion spy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/8799596649230865877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/12/seraphics-storyline-enter-admiral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/8799596649230865877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/8799596649230865877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/12/seraphics-storyline-enter-admiral.html' title='SERAPHIC&#39;S STORYLINE - Enter the Admiral'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-6889199367403014476</id><published>2011-11-11T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:35:54.047-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Izomeri/Sarge&#39;s Storyline"/><title type='text'>Izomeri&#39;s Storyline - Fee Fi Foe Fum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Izomeri&#39;s Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wha&#39; can ah say? Ah&#39;m completely in love wit&#39; this one clone by da name of Fi (@Fi_8015). &amp;nbsp;Smitten&#39;, yea? Anyways, he an&#39; ah are pretty close. Ah really think he is someone special tha&#39; ah would like ta&#39; get to know more. We&#39;ve both been pretty busy lately, but we sometimes find the time to hang wit&#39; each otha&#39;. He means ah lot tah meh. Ah don&#39;t know how tah say it any differently den dat, yea? Anyways, work is tha&#39; same as usual. Catch bounty. Turn in bounty. Get creds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, jus&#39; wanna write in dis thing else ya know, kind of defeats the purpose of maintainin&#39; ah journal, ya?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/6889199367403014476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/11/izomeris-storyline-fee-fi-foe-fum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6889199367403014476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6889199367403014476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/11/izomeris-storyline-fee-fi-foe-fum.html' title='Izomeri&#39;s Storyline - Fee Fi Foe Fum!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-644342099224839149</id><published>2011-11-11T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:27:51.480-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline - New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sandalphon Maximus&#39; Private Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Where would we be, if not for our friends? My husband (@Corden_Maximus) and I have found our friendship and family circles steadily increasing. And we both feel incredibly blessed. It is hard to remember those blessings in the hub-ub of the day, and often I find myself irritated at things that aren&#39;t going well and letting those feelings cloud the good ones. &lt;br /&gt;
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But recently, we have found our relationships with others has grown immensely. &amp;nbsp;In the cold and dark recesses of space, I have found the warmth of other spirits. I never felt this before. I have always been alone in my travels and missions, but to finally relax, sit back, and enjoy the company of like-minded beings has been an eye-opener. My husband is better at relaxing than I am, I admit, and I guess a part of his laid-back lifestyle is starting to rub off on me. &lt;br /&gt;
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We recently adopted Joseph Malik (@_JMalik) into Clan Maximus. The ad&#39;ika is quite energetic, but very sweet and gentle all the same. I can see how my husband adores him like his own son, which at this time, we both consider him ours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our dear friend Boss (@RC_Boss) married his girlfriend (@Tracyn_) and extended our friendship circle as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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We met a very sweet woman by the name of Arien (@Arienh) who is with a Republic Clone (@Darman1136).&lt;br /&gt;
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And there are others, of course, that we have grown fond of. My husband tells me of the recent adventures of Sev (@Delta_Sev) and Scorch (@62Scorch) have been instrumental in infiltrating the Kyrt&#39;sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without friends, our lives feel incomplete. That is what I have come to realize since leaving the Rebellion to take up my husband&#39;s cause. Without my daughter and husband, my life was expendable. &amp;nbsp;But now, I have a reason to continue fighting, but this time, I promise not to get myself captured.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/644342099224839149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/11/cordens-storyline-new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/644342099224839149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/644342099224839149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/11/cordens-storyline-new-friends.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline - New Friends'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-902051960790776784</id><published>2011-10-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:22:34.865-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Izomeri/Sarge&#39;s Storyline"/><title type='text'>Izomeri&#39;s Storyline - Best Friends Forever (Sarge&#39;s Perspective)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sarge&#39;s Holo Recording&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know really what to say, other than Izomeri (@Izomeri) recommended I start talking about my feelings to get out what bothers me. She means well, but she has no concept of what I feel. {{lights a cigar and smokes it}} &amp;nbsp;She and I have gotten close. She seems to view me as a brother. I view her as the woman who holds my heart and crushes it daily. I&#39;ve never felt this way about anyone else. I want to take care of her, be next to her, be everything for her. And yet, she keeps me in the friend zone. {{exhales smoke}} I don&#39;t know how to tell her how I feel, but something tells me she just won&#39;t get it. So I keep to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe these holo recordings will be more interesting when I&#39;m under the influence of tihaar.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it isn&#39;t Fi&#39;s (@Fi_8015) fault for capturing her heart, but I just don&#39;t think he&#39;s right for her. But for now, I keep those opinions to myself. That&#39;s how much I care about her. I wouldn&#39;t want to ruin her chance at happiness, even though I think I am the better clone for her.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s it.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Ends Recording-</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/902051960790776784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/10/izomeris-storyline-best-friends-forever_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/902051960790776784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/902051960790776784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/10/izomeris-storyline-best-friends-forever_03.html' title='Izomeri&#39;s Storyline - Best Friends Forever (Sarge&#39;s Perspective)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-6216160127476854329</id><published>2011-10-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:14:13.280-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Izomeri/Sarge&#39;s Storyline"/><title type='text'>Izomeri&#39;s Storyline - Best Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Izomeri Uth&#39;Matar&#39;s Personal Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey! It&#39;s been a&#39;while since ah wrote in this thing. Ah guess ah neva&#39; really had anythin&#39; to write about, yeah? So ah&#39;ll keep this all short an&#39; sweet. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, es been ah while but meh an&#39; Sarge (@RC_Sarge) have gotten quite close as friends. &amp;nbsp;He knows meh on ah deep level an&#39; he stood up for meh when ah was in trouble. &amp;nbsp;Well, ah mean he&#39;s always been there for meh when ah am in trouble. Ah don&#39;t know where ah would be without him, ya know? Anyways, Sarge saved meh from a swampy bog (darn those mud pits!) an&#39; he stood up for meh when the Mand&#39;alor (@Corden_Maximus) an&#39; Boss (@RC_Boss) were questionin&#39; mah loyalty to their mission. It ain&#39;t tha&#39; ah&#39;m not loyal, it&#39;s jus&#39; mah clan are tied to the Kyrt&#39;sad (Death Watch Mandalorians). &amp;nbsp;Ah disassociated from the Kyrt&#39;sad ages ago when they killed mah husband and took mah son from meh, but ah neva&#39; took out revenge. &amp;nbsp;Regardless, tha&#39;s the past, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, ah run around wit&#39; Sarge. We tend tah have more alcohol-infused adventures than not.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, ah really have fallin&#39; for anotha&#39; clone by the name of Fi (@Fi_8015). He jus&#39;, aw Maker ah don&#39;t know how ta say this, but he&#39;s just sexy. Anyways, expect ta hear a lot about Fi in the future. *winkies*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/6216160127476854329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/10/izomeris-storyline-best-friends-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6216160127476854329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6216160127476854329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/10/izomeris-storyline-best-friends-forever.html' title='Izomeri&#39;s Storyline - Best Friends Forever'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-5506878189904754339</id><published>2011-10-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T17:59:12.429-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline - Diplomatic Immunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Diplomat Sandalphon Reporting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I no longer report to the Rebellion, as difficult as it is to say this, out of respect for my husband and my newborn daughter, Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). &amp;nbsp;My clone (@Seraphic_Phenyx) got caught by the Kyrt&#39;sad (@Kyrtsad) in an attempt to lure me out. &amp;nbsp;Which did, and she and I became bartering chips in a deadly game. &amp;nbsp;I could not fathom putting my husband or daughter through a similar situation, especially one where I may never return. &amp;nbsp;So since that time, I have been conducting diplomatic missions on behalf of my husband. &lt;br /&gt;
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I never wanted to be a diplomat. &amp;nbsp;My mother, a diplomat for the Kiffar people, insisted I follow in her footsteps ages ago. &amp;nbsp;Now, I have no choice. I couldn&#39;t stand sitting on the ship taking care of Tifa all day. I felt useless in the sense of not having my own career. &amp;nbsp;Now, I meet with other government officials via holo meetings, and am still able to take care of my daughter. Corden (@Corden_Maximus) and I have not really spent much time together lately, which is hard because both Tifa and I miss him dearly. &amp;nbsp;But he is the Mand&#39;alor now and she and I are doing our best to understand. &amp;nbsp;How much a baby understands this, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, Corden now keeps me under constant surveillance by a group of elite bodyguards. My contacts are restricted. If necessary, I can always use a doppleganger so I can leave the ship, but if my husband were to find out, I am afraid he would be incredibly upset. &amp;nbsp;I know he cares for my safety, but I guess you cannot take the Rebel out of the diplomat. &lt;br /&gt;
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I miss the Rebellion, but I also know this is my home now among the Mandalorian people.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/5506878189904754339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/10/cordens-storyline-diplomatic-immunity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/5506878189904754339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/5506878189904754339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/10/cordens-storyline-diplomatic-immunity.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline - Diplomatic Immunity'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-2225537818667370539</id><published>2011-08-28T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:02:07.938-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline - A New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Operative Nyx Reporting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My cyar&#39;ika (Mandalorian word for &quot;sweetheart&quot;) and welcomed the newest addition to Clan Maximus, our little girl Tifa (@Tifa_Maximus). &amp;nbsp;She is completely beautiful, and the resemblance to us both is uncanny. &amp;nbsp;She is the first born for both my husband, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), and myself. &amp;nbsp;I have to say, a newborn is a lot of work, more so than I had expected. &amp;nbsp;She doesn&#39;t sleep throughout the night so I am constantly waking up to tend to her. &amp;nbsp;I am completely exhausted for the most part. &amp;nbsp;Corden has offered to help watch her, but sometimes I don&#39;t think even that is enough. &amp;nbsp;Regardless, she is my child and I love her dearly. &amp;nbsp;Already I can tell she is a curious little thing, always looking around and watching everything around her. &amp;nbsp;I programmed a droid to help in her daily care, but it still isn&#39;t enough. &amp;nbsp;The little princess requires quite a bit of my time and even more so of my energy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Corden, on the other hand, has been busy tending to the needs of the ship. &amp;nbsp;I hardly see him in between his work and my tending to the baby. &amp;nbsp;I hope this doesn&#39;t put a strain on our marriage. Maybe this is something I should talk to him about, maybe even making a date night. &amp;nbsp;We haven&#39;t had one of those in months and I am starting to miss him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so much rides on the little shoulders of Tifa. &amp;nbsp;Her father expects her to be raised in the traditional Mandalorian ways where she will be tough, and yet I want her to be a little flower of a girl, just like I was. &amp;nbsp;I want to give her the upbringing I had, full of priviledge and a life of only the best. &amp;nbsp;I expect her father and I to clash on these differing parenting styles, of course. &amp;nbsp;Regardless, he has hopes for her to be of high regard in the Maximus clan, even possibly taking over responsibilities of Mand&#39;alor someday. &amp;nbsp;I have hopes that she will someday fulfill my mission that I was unable to do, see the galaxy at peace and the Sith vanquished.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is... our new hope. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/2225537818667370539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-new-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/2225537818667370539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/2225537818667370539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-new-hope.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline - A New Hope'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-6028502215918203962</id><published>2011-08-14T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:51:53.040-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Cyar&#39;ika Returns - AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Operative Nyx Reporting&lt;br /&gt;
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He returned.&amp;nbsp; My love, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), has returned to me! Dirtied with soot, a little tired, all four limbs still in tact, he came home.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know why he left, or what he was looking for, because I accidentally fell asleep in his arms while he was debriefing with Boss (@RC_boss) regarding his mission. All I know is that Corden is home and safe.&amp;nbsp; This war against the Death Watch is eating him alive, it consumes his every thought it seems. I worry about him.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I have other issues to tend to. I am nearing the end of my pregnancy and my body aches from head to toe, my feet are swollen, and I spend more and more time in bed. Luckily, Corden has been attentive, but he still spends a lot of time away on the bridge. I hope in the end, it was all worth it. I hope he found what he was looking for. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/6028502215918203962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-cyarika-returns-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6028502215918203962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6028502215918203962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-cyarika-returns-again.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Cyar&#39;ika Returns - AGAIN!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-5034177598978136255</id><published>2011-08-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:47:42.118-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Missing Mandalorian</title><content type='html'>Operative Nyx Reporting&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been a month and no one knows where or what my husband, Corden Maximus (@Corden_Maximus), is up to. All I know is I can&#39;t eat, sleep, or function. I have been a shell of a person wandering the halls of his dreadnaught. It is a large ship, 10,000 in crew alone.&amp;nbsp; We have several friends that have joined our cause, Boss (@RC_Boss) is one of them.&amp;nbsp; I support my husband 100%, but now in the final trimester of my pregnancy, he was no where to be found. I felt so lost, scared, and ultimately alone. I have been keeping to myself, as I fear that my presence tends to bring down the other crew when they see me.&amp;nbsp; I ventured out of our quarters occasionally for food or tending to my secretarial duties, but nothing more. Corden meant the world to me, and although I know I am safe here on his ship, a part of me was taken away when he left. I don&#39;t know if he realized that. I don&#39;t know if he even cared. &lt;br /&gt;
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What was he running from? Was it me? What was so important that he could not talk to me about it? Was he afraid I would not understand? Was he afraid I would not support his decisions? With a heavy heart, I am signing off.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/5034177598978136255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-missing-mandalorian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/5034177598978136255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/5034177598978136255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-missing-mandalorian.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: The Missing Mandalorian'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-7601259673905099391</id><published>2011-08-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:42:41.290-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: Kyr&#39;tsad and the Attempted Abduction</title><content type='html'>Operative Nyx Reporting&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been several months since this has happened, and I feared my journal was compromised and being monitored, thus I did not report this.&amp;nbsp; However, I believe due to current circumstances, this is now warranted. The Kyr&#39;tsad (@Kyrtsad), or Death Watch Mandos, sent a squad after me.&amp;nbsp; Capturing me would be a trophy to them and a bargaining chip against my husband, Corden (@Corden_Maximus), in his war against the Death Watch.&amp;nbsp; I was already several months pregnant with our child and alone in my bunker when the Kyr&#39;tsad came knocking at my door.&amp;nbsp; Or rather, they unexpectedly let themselves in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I fled to the secret hangar in the back of my bunker and it was there I was confronted by a second team of their men.&amp;nbsp; Figuring they would not let my ship take off, I decided to face them.&amp;nbsp; The battle was fierce but the Death Watch are generally untrained and uncoordinated at best. I was able to use my doppleganger to escape and hold off their General Xenen Kaori.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left that bunker for the last time.&amp;nbsp; I sent a droid survey the damage and it appears they hacked into the security system and took over the bunker.&amp;nbsp; Of all of my possessions in there, I felt bad about leaving my ancient text collection. I really did love that library and all of the books contained within.&amp;nbsp; But I do have the memories, and I can easily make another bunker in another system.&amp;nbsp; It was just that was the bunker I first took Corden too, and I had so many memories of he and I. I guess that is what I will take with me. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7601259673905099391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-kyrtsad-and-attempted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7601259673905099391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7601259673905099391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/08/cordens-storyline-kyrtsad-and-attempted.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: Kyr&#39;tsad and the Attempted Abduction'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-1741179045980826968</id><published>2011-06-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:36:53.472-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Seraphim&#39;s Journal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seraphic Phenyx Storyline"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline - The Meeting of the Same Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Operative Nyx Reporting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The day has finally come, and I will keep this brief. My clone, Raphi (@Seraphic_Phenyx), has discovered her true nature.&amp;nbsp; She called me to a meeting aboard the same ship, the Dammarung, that I first discovered her in a sleeping state.&amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t destroy her, because&amp;nbsp;it is ingrained in me that I cannot destroy myself. When I detonated the bombs when Corden (@Corden_Maximus) and I were leaving the ship after killing my superior (who was attempting to kill me to copy my memories into Raphi&#39;s mind), I purposefully did not detonate the bombs near&amp;nbsp;the glass cylinder holding her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I learned that she was taken to a different facility shortly after and&amp;nbsp;made viable (activated), at which time to ensure her safety and my own, I allowed her to enter my mission while I slipped away with Corden.&amp;nbsp; I had a feeling someday&amp;nbsp;she would discover the truth about her origins, and I&amp;nbsp;patiently awaited her arrival.&amp;nbsp; In order to protect her until she is able to fully establish her identity within the Rebellion, I am staying away from all Rebel Alliance activities.&amp;nbsp; I had thought that she would be safe under the careful eyes of the Imperials, but knowing my own rebellious nature, I am not surprised that she was unhappy aboard &lt;em&gt;the Executor&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I sincerely doubt&amp;nbsp;anyone noticed she is no longer there,&amp;nbsp;and a part of me is thankful she left because I know it was a slow and painful death to be among the enemy in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Operative Seraphim Reporting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I met her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know what to call her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is she my twin? My mother? My sister? Or simply just&amp;nbsp;&quot;she-that-which-my-DNA-came-from&quot;?&amp;nbsp; I do not know.&amp;nbsp; None the less, we kept it brief.&amp;nbsp; I had so many questions of her. Who am I? Where am I going? Why did she let me live? But she told me in time, the answers would come to me. I hate&amp;nbsp;ambiguous answers like that. I really do.&amp;nbsp; Something tells me she knows that. And feeling the child&amp;nbsp;growing inside of her made me slightly angry.&amp;nbsp; My life is collapsing all around me, and I am still in a state of grieving the loss of.. well... you know..., and here she is all happy. And these feelings I have towards Corden aren&#39;t mine, they are hers, but I feel them as if they were mine. So I guess I felt what is known as jealousy at her pregnancy, but I think since it has been a few days, I am kind of over it now.&amp;nbsp; I am happy for them both. They are happy together so I won&#39;t hold it against them. It&#39;s hard being alone like this. Really hard. But she and I agreed to keep in touch over the comm lines.&amp;nbsp;She didn&#39;t talk to me about what was on her mind, but I sensed a feeling of apprehension like she and the child were in danger. I might not know her, but dammit, I won&#39;t let anyone harm her or that child. I felt her deep inside of me,&amp;nbsp;as I know she feels me as well.&amp;nbsp;Because of our connection, I will be a silent guardian for her and that baby. Whatever future is in-store for the Mandalorians, I intend to help keep that child safe&amp;nbsp;from whatever is hunting them.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/1741179045980826968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/cordens-storyline-meeting-of-same-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/1741179045980826968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/1741179045980826968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/cordens-storyline-meeting-of-same-mind.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline - The Meeting of the Same Mind'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-6022708096419926703</id><published>2011-06-25T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:22:56.100-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Seraphim&#39;s Journal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seraphic Phenyx Storyline"/><title type='text'>Seraphim&#39;s Storyline - How to Remake a Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Operative Seraphim Reporting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been on intelligence missions lately and unable to report my findings, but Jedi Master Rush Kator (@RushKator) and I have been busy uncovering the Imperial&#39;s (and which I suspect are working under the direction of the Sith) latest venture - brainwashing their citizens.&amp;nbsp; We infiltrated a small facility where the brainwashing was occurring.&amp;nbsp; Master Kator is better than I at refraining from getting emotional, but, I could sense the pain and trauma in the air.&amp;nbsp; We were unable to locate the citizens, but we gathered intelligence and left the facility unhurt. &lt;br /&gt;
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What the data revealed was incredibly startling. Common street thugs and folk were taken away in the quiet of the night, their families and loved ones (if they had any) were never told what happened to them.&amp;nbsp; The patients were then taken to covert remote locations where they were brainwashed.&amp;nbsp; The Imperials intended to &quot;remake the personality&quot; of these &quot;rebellious&quot; individuals by instilling the following methodology:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complete sensory deprivation: If the person is kept completely isolated, even from sunlight, they will be unable to maintain connection to the world. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No sentient being contact: They cannot speak, touch, or hear other victims. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spice: Under the influence of spice (drugs), they were placed into a practically comatose state. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Subliminal messages: Subliminal messages were replayed to them while under the influence of the spice. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;All of this was done with one goal in mind, to bring the personality to an infant-like state so it can be easily moulded and influenced into the desired outcome.&amp;nbsp; The scientists/psychologists behind the efforts refused to acknowledge the soul level of the individuals and how psychologically damaging this process was, but they continued forward saying it would make for better citizens of the Empire. What they call &quot;citizenship&quot;, I call creating a form of mindless zombie. &lt;br /&gt;
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The notes mention a few escapees. Some even say a few high-operating individuals were taken for military efforts.&amp;nbsp; I do not know what that means, but I am sure it is nothing good for any of us. &lt;br /&gt;
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Master Kator and I are investigating another operation occurring in the Outer Rim.&amp;nbsp; We hope to find out more about these covert operations soon and report back to the Rebellion as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp; I know it was not our designated mission, but if they can do this to their own citizens, could they not do it to a captured Rebel? And what if they unleashed this captured Rebel back into the Rebellion with its memory wiped? This is a future I hope to avoid.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/6022708096419926703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/seraphims-storyline-how-to-remake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6022708096419926703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/6022708096419926703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/seraphims-storyline-how-to-remake.html' title='Seraphim&#39;s Storyline - How to Remake a Personality'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-7975488135328552891</id><published>2011-06-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:58:24.718-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Operative Nyx&#39; Journal"/><title type='text'>Corden&#39;s Storyline: Bye Bye Kyr&#39;tsad, Enter Denahi Luxor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Operative Nyx Reporting (private journal)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been several days since Corden&#39;s (@Corden_Maximus) attack on a Kyr&#39;tsad (Death Watch Mandalorian) safehouse. It is estimated that anywhere from 10 to 20 Kyr&#39;tsad were killed. I was at home, sick to my stomach, but Corden informed me of what had happened.&amp;nbsp; It appears there was a Kyr&#39;tsad spy (@Kyr&#39;tsad) that was attempting to become one of Corden&#39;s inner circle, whom Corden lured to the safehouse.&amp;nbsp; With the help of Beskarad (@Beskarad - a Mandalorian Battle Droid that I programmed to be a &quot;dog&quot;) and Corden&#39;s second-in-command (@RC_Boss), the safehouse was taken with no casualties.&amp;nbsp; At the safehouse, the Kyr&#39;tsad spy was confronted and disposed of. However, the spy did manage to transmit my bunker&#39;s coordinates to the Death Watch leader (@Denahi_Luxor) and his subordinates (@Slave_Oola).&amp;nbsp; Corden realized I was in danger and quickly left the destroyed safehouse with Boss to extract me from my bunker. &lt;br /&gt;
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In between vomiting sessions, I managed to make it to the vault where Corden located me.&amp;nbsp; Placing me on top of Beskarad, he had me safely transported onto Boss&#39; awaiting vessel.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Denahi showed up and managed to shoot a tranquilizer dart at me while I stood at the ship&#39;s door waiting for Corden. I do not remember much after that, only waking up at our home on Manda&#39;yaim. But Corden told me that he and Denahi had a confrontation in which he lured the Kyr&#39;tsad into my bunker and collapsed it.&amp;nbsp; Neither of us know how many men Denahi lost (if any) in the bunker, but he made it back to Boss&#39; awaiting vessel to which Boss told Corden the secret I had been hiding for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was discovered in the med bay that I was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;
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Corden watched over me while I was tranquilized, and brought me to our home to recover. I guess he took a while to process that he will be a father, and took Beskarad for a ride around our home. I awoke and we spoke briefly about what had happened. I found out I was pregnant shortly before his return from the mission in which he declared himself Mand&#39;alor and lost his leg. I couldn&#39;t bring myself to tell him then. I wanted to, but I could not. I guess I let my anger and frustration get in the way of the good news. And when I awoke the next day to tell him, he had already left for another mission. That&#39;s my Corden. Always chasing the next adventure, which meant I was left alone (as usual).&amp;nbsp; But I didn&#39;t want for him to worry about me, so I kept it a secret until I could see him next.&amp;nbsp; And then, he retrieved me and one thing lead to another, and it was Boss that revealed my pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Corden will not leave my side anymore, knowing full well that Denahi and his men will hunt me down and use me as a target. This is what I had feared a long time ago. That my past as a Rebel spy would catch up to me and my children would be targets.&amp;nbsp; Well, how much of my past Denahi knows, I am not aware.&amp;nbsp; But it appears that by attempting to destroy the Kyr&#39;tsad, Corden has made me and all of his friends targets of their wrath. Nearly every war monger knows that to destroy a man&#39;s most prized possession, his family, will devestate him inside. I stay near Corden now constantly, and with the morning sickness, sometimes I lose focus but I continue on.&amp;nbsp; I know Corden will do everything in his power to keep me safe, and it is my duty to protect our child.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This child is my hope that someday, everything will be right in the galaxy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/7975488135328552891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/cordens-storyline-bye-bye-kyrtsad-enter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7975488135328552891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/7975488135328552891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/cordens-storyline-bye-bye-kyrtsad-enter.html' title='Corden&#39;s Storyline: Bye Bye Kyr&#39;tsad, Enter Denahi Luxor'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128806597179816569.post-9010597017791051430</id><published>2011-06-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:37:33.146-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Classified Rebellion Files"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corden Maximus&#39; Storyline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seraphic Phenyx Storyline"/><title type='text'>CLASSIFIED REBELLION FILES: {{Intercepted Report}} Kyr&#39;tsad to Denahi Luxor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This report was interecepted by a Rebellion operative. Although the Rebellion does not have interests in anything not pertaining to their efforts against the Imperials, this is being retained for possible use in the future. Information contained here is only circulated among the high-ranking officials in the Rebellion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;-- &lt;/em&gt;INTERCEPTED REPORT --&lt;br /&gt;
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Sender: Raedenn (@Kyrtsad), Spy for the Kyr&#39;tsad (Death Watch Mandalorians)&lt;br /&gt;
Receiver: Denahi Luxor (@DenahiLuxor)&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mand&#39;alor has raided two outposts. The first outpost he killed four of our brothers, but they managed to maim him. He uses a prosthetic leg now. He has a wife (@Seraphic_Phenyx) whose movements I am tracking throughout the Galaxy. They are building a house in Mandalorian space, and she essentially stays home. She has links to the Rebellion and is a Force-user. I have only made contact with her once prior, but will continue to do so. &lt;br /&gt;
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I made contact with the Mand&#39;alor. He has a close-knit group of friends as his force, including a clone (@RC_Boss) and various jetii. They seem loyal to him.&amp;nbsp; I made contact, although I doubt he trusts me, but will continue to move into his inner circle. All of their ships have been tagged with trackers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, he and his men destroyed an outpost and wiped out 7 of our brothers and a couple of droids. I have transmitted my coordinates to you, per your request, and await your arrival.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/feeds/9010597017791051430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/classified-rebellion-files-intercepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/9010597017791051430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128806597179816569/posts/default/9010597017791051430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestialphenyx.blogspot.com/2011/06/classified-rebellion-files-intercepted.html' title='CLASSIFIED REBELLION FILES: {{Intercepted Report}} Kyr&#39;tsad to Denahi Luxor'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>