Dissention -- Starbase Rugby: Holo-rooms

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Date Posted: 09:46:57 01/20/02 Sun
Author: Oni
Subject: Dissention

Oni entered the holo-rooms, with a strange smile on his face. He looked at a computer screen, and then headed to the closest open room. The sliding doors closed with a hiss behind him, as the darkened room lit up. PHOTRON stood next to the door, waiting for Oni to select a Sim.

�Hey PHOTRON, how are you today?�

�Online and at your service.�

�What kind of greeting is that?�

�Please state the nature of today's holographic exchange, Ensign.�

�Uh�.I suppose your not in the mood for social interaction today�.so just load up Oni-CustomSim#19, but instead of katanas, give the samurai this�

Oni pulled out the light saber and presented it to PHOTRON. The computer quickly scanned in the saber and loaded the program. PHOTRON disappeared, and Oni was standing in an open field. Dark looming clouds hung looming in the sky, as bolts of lighting danced across it, lighting up the area. Wind swept across the field, blowing the tall grass whipping it around in waves. Standing about a 100 feet away from Oni was a menacing samurai, a red light saber ignited in his hands. Oni�s blazing blue light saber casted an eerie glow unto the young Ensign�s face. The two warriors eyed each other carefully, looking for any sign of weakness. Oni�s feet slid slightly forward, as he shifted his weight in preparation. In a split second, they both took off in a dead run for each other. The two came to a stop, saber meeting saber. The weapons whirled around, the light of each arching behind their movements making it hard to see who was doing what. The foes seemed equally matched, as they both blocked opposing attacks and had their own attacks defeated. Oni leapt backwards, seething in rage. It was like he was letting all the bottled up feelings in him flow freely; he was embracing them and in turn, he could feel them empowering him. Oni charged forward once more, with renewed vigor. His blows came down so fast and hard that the samurai could do nothing but block, as he tried to back away. With a whirling kick, Oni planted a boot into his opponent's chest, sending him to the ground, and the saber to the far right of him, out of his reach�the samurai disappeared in a shower of pixels.

From behind him, Oni heard the sound of clapping. Was it PHOTRON? Had he reappeared to watch? Oni slowly turned towards the sound, as a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

�You did well��

It was a transparent image of a cloaked figure. He beamed with power and his voice sounded familiar somehow.

�PHOTRON, I didn't program this...is this from you or...?

Who are you?�

Oni felt more than saw the smirk creep in beneath the shadowy figure's cowl.

�Your teacher, if you are willing to learn. I will teach you the ways of the Sith.�

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