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1 11:59pm 05/01/04

Jedi Masterwan ... ... Shaken, Not Stirred

(OOC NOTE: this iscaptureing of a planet for the galactic coalition. Its my first time doing something like this so it could be comepletely wrong... but... here goes nothing.)

The Colonel of the Galactic Coalition, Frakutsk the Gungan Jedi, stood on the bridge of the Colonization ship.

“Sir” Said the navigator, who was an average Human, “We are approaching Mnedo 4, and we should be getting readings any moment.”

“Very good!” Exclaimed Frakutsk. A few seconds later, a very good quality digital picture came onto Frakutsk’s data pad. The gungan saw an oceanic planet, scattered with islands of varying size. Frakutsk pushed a button, and the planet’s details came onto the screen.

Name: Mnedo 4

Star: Mnedo Major, Yellow Dwarf.

Moons: Luna-Mnedo, Luna-Mnedo minor

Intelligent life: Mnedians: Medium to Small, Four-legged.

Unintelligent life: Various small mammals, mostly herbivorous.

Planet Size: Large

Surface: 82% Salt water, 3% Fresh water, 15% Land, islands formed by erupting volcanoes.

The Gungan nodded and smiled. He only hoped that the primitive Mnedians would cooperate. The Gungan did NOT want to fight

Frakutsk addressed his navigator, “Yousa find uninhabited isle. Wesa no wanna surprise innocent Mnedys”

“Yes sir” said the obedient navigator.

Frakutsk sat down on his command chair. The planet he hoped to colonize seemed perfect, but the gungan knew better than to think everything would go smoothly. He planed to begin by contacting the Mnedians (or Mnedys as he called them) in person. His first challenge would be to break the language barrier. Even recent technology could not instantly learn to translate any language, that is impossible. However, with the translating headsets that the colonizers had, this would probably not pose uch of a problem. The Gungan sat on the bridge for what seemed to be a very long time, but was literally only a couple of minutes. Finnally, the Gungan’s colonization vessel entered Mnedo’s atmosphere

The navigator stated the obvious, “Now entering Mnedo 4’s atmosphere, landing on small isle near the equator, sir”

“Goodsa” replied Frakutsk. A short while later, the large, metal ship landed on the island. Frakutsk pushed a button on his command chair, and messaged the whole ship.

“Hellosa every one! Wesa have arrived on da planet, but wesa must first talk to Mnedians, stay insa ship and keep comferable”

The message sounded fairly humorous, the way the Gungan phrased it, he didn’t sound formal… at all, but he meant every word he said, and everyone on the ship knew to take him seriously.

Frakutsk stoop up and left the bridge, calling his navigator to come with him. They went out of the ship and onto the surface. The island they were now standing on was overgrown with wild life. Large trees at least 300 ft. tall towered above Frakutsk and his navigator. A small mouse-like creature with the arms and legs of a monkey scampered up a tree to the Gungan’s left. A furred snake sat… barking… at them from the branches of another. The Gungan and the navigator slowly approached the water speeder that was waiting for them. They stepped into the water speeder. It took off for a nearby island.

They reached the island in roughly ten minutes, and the first thing they saw was a large, Monkey-like creature without fur, wearing clothes of brown leather on a tree. It looked at them with horror and then scampered away.

“Come backsa!” Yelled Frakutsk, but there was no answer. As Frakutsk and his navigator traveled farther into the overgrown forest, they discussed this… monkey.

“Sir, do you think that could be the intelligent species of this planet?” Questioned the navigator.

“Yesa, dey could be, but if so, den oursa scanners have very strange idea of four legged. Mesa would say four armed” Replied the Gungan.

“It certainly didn’t look very intelligent to me, sir” Stated the navigator.

“Mesa either” agreed Frakutsk, “But itsa have to be, it wear clothes, and see us, and react. Theysa are not very advance, mesa plan to offer dem much technology for cooperating with the Galactic Coalition”

“A wise plan sir, who could not resist the temptation of being jumped far into the future?”

“Exactly.” Said Frakutsk, smiling.

Frakutsk and his Navigator walked for a few more minutes and then reached a long, thin, curved clearing. They could only assume that it continued to curve, and was a full circle. Following the clearing were trees, but they seemed to be uniformly spread out, with roughly 10 feet between each one. The branches of the trees were all touching at the tips, but they did not over lap. The trunks of the trees had an impressive diameter of 6 feet, and were extremely tall. Frakutsk looked up the trunk of the nearest tree and saw a hole, about 4 feet wide, carved into one of the trees about 50 feet up the trunk. The tree must have been hollow. Frakutsk looked up another tree, and another, and another, and soon figured out that all of the trees had similar holes in them.

“Could these be their homes?” Asked the navigator.

“Mesa think so” replied the Gungan, though he was not sure, he did think that these were their homes, otherwise why would they be made so uniformistically.

“Mesa will knock.” said the Gungan, as he walked up to one of the trees and knocked on it.

A Monkey-like furless creature, who was wearing clothing of brown leather, stepped out from a hole above the gungan. It very much resembled the creature who had ran away from them before.

“Arghgaloco yoonootoo floppertop?!?!” Yelled the creature, who Frakutsk could only assume was a Mnedian, who was speaking Mnedish. The Mnedian pointed a long piece of metal that sharpened to point at the end at the Gungan, could this be some primitive form of a blaster? The creature waved the stick at Frakutsk. Being a Jedi, the Gungan whipped out his light saber and deflected the white laser that had come out of the metal stick. Frakutsk doubted that the primitive laser could have done much damage, but the fact that it was a laser at all meant that the creatures were more advanced than they had predicted, at least in the field of offensive weapons.

The Mnedian looked at Frakutsk in shock, it did not know how Frakutsk could have deflected the blast. The Mnedians knew nothing of the force. The Mnedian Shrieked and darted back inside its tree. The translation computer the gungan carried was already learning something; it now thought “Arghgaloco yoonootoo floppertop” meant, “Who are you?” Not that this was necessarily accurate; the creature could have been saying something completely different.

“Well, that was not exactly a productive exchange, I hope all of these creatures do not respond this way to us.” Said the navigator, again stating the obvious.

“Mesa also!” Replied the Gungan.

Frakutsk and the Human navigator walked farther into the village of the Mnedians, some of the trees had things hanging outside, such as the brown leather that the Mnedians had been wearing, and poles resembling the one that had shot the white laser at Frakutsk. As Frakutsk and his navigator were walking, they noticed the trees were getting bigger, possibly housing for the more wealthy? They could not be sure. After they had been walking for what seemed to be quite a long time, they reached a very, very large tree, Frakutsk hoped that this was the home of the leader...

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2 3:37am 08/01/04

Jedi Masterwan ... ... Shaken, Not Stirred

Frakutsk approached the tree and tapped three times on the trunk. A large important-looking Mnedian stepped out of a hole at the top of the tree.

“Arghgaloco yoonootoo floppertop?” Said the creature, in a much kinder tone that Frakutsk had first heard this phrase. The Mnedian looked thoroughly confused, but remained rational.

“Frakutsk.” Answered the Gungan in response to the one phrase that he knew in Mnedian.

“Erg arghgarono yoonootoo floppertop?” Said the Mnedian in what was apparently a question. Frakutsk could only guess what the creature meant.

“Mesa… Gungan.” Said Frakutsk hesitantly.

“Erg argharono yoonootoo floppertop fludra dan Mnedia?!” Snapped the big Mnedian, obviously not accustomed to seeing new species knock on his door.

Frakutsk did not know what the Mnedian meant, but he stated his business here.

“The Galactic Coalition offer yousa great technology advances, riches, and rewards, ifsa your species will join us, yousa let dem other people to inhabit your planet, building great cities and shipyards.” Said the Gungan, this may not have been what the Mnedian wanted to hear, but since it could not understand him anyway, it didn’t really matter.

The Mnedian look at Frakutsk, obviously he didn’t understand the Gungan.

“Floppertop ugna uusala yoola yoola goo, uusala yoo hoin floppertop. Unde ooga Mnedians froo ooga isan nunga uusala contalp!”

The translator beeped, it was ready to kick in, Frakutsk and the Navigator both reached into their pockets and pulled out headsets, similar to those that fight pilots wore, only much less bulky, and put them on, using modern technology, they were now able to speak Mnedian.

“Wesa will give yousa whatever yousa want, in exchange, yousa will join da Galactic Coalition, go by deir rulesa, and live withsa other species!” Said Frakutsk, his headset translated it into Mnedian, and then repeated it, in Mnedian.

The Mnedian “king” looked at them as if they were crazy. This was an offer to completely change his and all of his people’s lifestyle for better. But it was change, and change was scary. The Mnedian said something in Mnedian, Frakutsk’s headset translated it for him.

“I… will think about your offer and get back to you, meanwhile, go back to where you came and I will send a messenger to you when we decide… where will my messenger be able to find you?” Asked the Mnedian.

“Thesa Island that wesa land on is just east of here.” Said the Gungan, but the Mnedian did not understand, “That way.” He simplified, pointing east. The Mnedian nodded, and Frakutsk and the Navigator departed, and returned to their ship. They proceeded to the bridge and related to the rest of the ship there findings.

Frakutsk was glad that the colonization ship was prepared for bribery, which was going to be their ultimate tool. A small fortune in valuable metals and many credits were on the ship. Frakutsk was sure that these would help him win over the Mnedians. However, just because one of the Mnedian Bosses would join him, doesn’t mean that they all would, and no doubt the other Mnedians would soon get wind of what was going on soon, and when that happened Frakutsk would have more than just one other island to deal with, he would have to find a way to deal with all of them…

Frakutsk messaged his whole ship, saying that they could now exit the ship and make temporary homes on the island of their current inhabitance. Of course, this was merely the first ship of colonizers; more would come when Frakutsk declared the planet taken as the Galactic Coalition’s.

Frakutsk wondered how long the Boss of that island would take to send a messenger. Frakutsk also very much wondered how he would get a whole planet of Mnedians, no doubt some of them rivals, to join his cause. Maybe he could get help from the Boss of The Island he had already visited.

Frakutsk shook his head as if to clear his mind, he wandered over to a window, and looked out. He saw many people setting up small house-in-a-box like things. These were the classic quick-homes for colonization. They were Large crates that, when you pushed a button, expanded into two-room houses. A few permanent buildings were also being constructed. Frakutsk noticed something jump down from a nearby tree, and approach one of the nearby colonizers. At first the colonizer looked shocked, then confused, then she seemed to understand, and pointed toward the main entrance to the colonization ship.

The Creature approached the entrance. As he walked up to it, the large door opened, and standing to meet the Mnedian messenger was Frakutsk.

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3 12:02am 12/01/04

Jedi Masterwan ... ... Shaken, Not Stirred

“Hellosa!” Said Frakutsk, as his headset translated it into Mnedian, “Has yousa leader told you his answer?”

“He says that we will join you, for a price of 100 qenks of gold.” said the messenger, in Mnedian of course, but Frakutsk was begining to take his translater for granted. And than the messanger scampered way, back to the island where he came.

Frakutsk was confused. He did not know what a “qenk” was. Probably a Mnedian unit of measurement.

“Wait!” Yelled Frakutsk after the messenger, Just before he was out of hearing range, “Howsa much is a qenk?”

The messenger made a circle with his hands, with a diameter of an orange, and then scampered away.

So 100 orange-sized circles of gold, the colonization ship certainly had no more than that. Frakutsk decided to get on with paying the Mnedian Island to join him. He looked outside, but was dismayed to see that it was growing dark, Frakutsk frowned and retired to his quarters, planning to get an early start on the next day… but how did he know when Mnedians got up? Hoping that their wake-up time would be relatively similar to his, he fell onto his bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

Frakutsk slept well until the sun began to rise, at which time he awoke, got dressed in his uniform, and went to the ship’s stores of… everything… you never know what you might need when colonizing a planet. He ordered for 300 cubic inches of gold to be moved onto the speeder in 20 minutes, this gave him time to contemplate what he would say to the Mnedians, and how he would get the rest of the planet to join him. He already had a pretty good idea, using a hologram; he would transmit the message that the Mnedians who joined him would be awarded by being the first to receive modern medical care and luxuries, and the ones who didn’t would be punished by being confined to their islands.

Frakutsk went to his speeder and skimmed over to the island where he had first met to Mnedians, no one dared bother him, though many looked with awe. Apparently, the Mnedians now knew what he was. He approached the Mnedian king’s tree and knocked on it. The king grumpily stepped out, but then saw the gold, and stared, never blinking.

“This will… do.” said the king slowly, in Mnedian. Then he motioned at a group of large, strong Mnedians, they came in and lifted up all the gold… that required great strength, Mnedians must be stronger than Frakutsk would guess by looking at them.

“You may begin construction of your new facilities on our island immediately… however, we ask you leave the trees that are our homes alone.” Said the Mnedian king, apparently the Mnedians were not a race for dilly-dallying. It was Extremely amazing that the Mnedian simply accepted this and let them all come. Frakutsk guessed that the Mnedians were just different… Unless they were planning some sort or trap. But no, they wouldent do that, would they?

Frakutsk bowed gracefully and gratefully, and then returned home to relay the good news to his people. One more colonization ship would be arriving on Mnedia soon, and Frakutsk planned to tell them to settle the island he had just bought.

Meanwhile, many Galactic Coalitionists were already flowing onto the new island to claim it, and build modern facilities.

Now came the hard part, Frakutsk had the rest of the Planet to deal with, and they certainly could not all be bought. He needed to find a perfect way of conveying the message… to the rest of the planet.

Frakutsk went to his quarters to work on the holographic message, he would need the Mnedian king to be on part of the message also, after he got his new luxuries, so he could tell everyone how great it was to be part of the Galactic Coalition.

Frakutsk turned on his holographic recorder and began, “mesa Frakutsk, a Gungan Colonel of de Galactic Coalition.” He said, trying to sound as formal as possible for a Gungan. “Yousa may be suprized to see me, but mesa assure you, we mean nothing but to help you. Yousa must join the Galactic Coalition, if yousa do, wesa will give you technology far ore dan yousa own. We will build amazing medical facilities, and make all of yousa live longer. However, if yousa don’t join us… nothing good will happen to yousa”

Frakutsk frowned. He did not like what he had just recorded. It was much to direct. Frakutsk deleted the recording. It was going to be a long day…

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4 4:30am 18/01/04

Jedi Masterwan ... ... Shaken, Not Stirred

Finally, Frakutsk settled on a holo-message that was perfect. It didn’t at all sound like a threat, more like a gift, that they had to take. Frakutsk went back out to the communications room of the ship. Of course, Frakutsk had not yet notified the rest of the Mnedians of his presence. So how would he be able to contact all of the Mnedians? Certainly not by sending holograph messages to random spots on all the islands. To find out what the Mnedian used for communication, he went to the island neighboring his.

As the Gungan again approached the large tree in the center of the island, he thought about what the Mnedians might use for communication. Probably some sort of primitive image-transferring or even jus sound-transferring system. Or possibly the recorded messages and had them manually delivered, or perhaps they recorded messages and sent them using some data-transferring thing. Before the Gungan could decide which one he thought was most likely, he was at the tree.

The big Mnedian exited his tree again and said. “Hello again, how may we help you now?”

“Wesa would like to know whatsa da Mnedians like yousa self use for communication so that wesa can get rest of yousa planet to join us” Stated Frakutsk.

The Mnedian king thought about this. If the Galactic Coalition gave all the other islands the same benefits as him he would not be able to sell what he had to them and make a great profit. However, if he didn’t oblige… no, it was best to oblige. The Mnedian went into his hut for a few seconds and came back out with a black box.

“We use this” said the Mnedian kind simply, and he tossed the box at Frakutsk. Frakutsk fumbled and nearly dropped it clumsily, but did end up catching it. He examined the box. It was petty much a simple black box, but it had a silver button and a brown button on top. Frakutsk pushed the silver button. The picture of a Mnedian came onto the face of the black cube closest to Frakutsk. Then the Mnedian starting talking about trade agreements, the actual message was very uninteresting to the Gungan. But how it worked was quite intriguing. Apparently, it took lots and lots of pictures very fast and strung them together to make something that reminded Frakutsk of a 2 dimensional hologram. But it also recorded sounds… interesting. Frakutsk pushed the brown button, the cube made a clicking sound.

“Hellosa?” said Frakutsk at the box. Then he pushed he pushed the brown button again. Experimentally, he pushed the silver button. On the same face came a picture-string of hi saying ‘hellosa?’ in the exact way he said it. The box must have over ridden its old message with the Gungan’s new one. Quite primitive, but it worked.

“May I keep this?” Frakutsk asked to Mnedian leader.

The Mnedian nodded and said, “This is out way of communicating from afar. These boxes record what they record onto black slates, look.” The Mnedian grabbed another cube from inside his tree, he then pushed on the bottom face of the cube, to the Gungan’s surprise, and it slid off. “put this on the bottom of your cube” commanded the Mnedian. Frakutsk did as ordered, and then pushed the silver button again. The cube showed another motion picture of a Mnedian talking about… something, Frakutsk did not care what. The point was that is was different, so these cubes processed data stored on black slates. No doubt the Gungan could take only one face of his 3 dimensional holographic message and put it on one of these disks.

“Onesa more thing” said Frakutsk, “How do yousa get these to the other islands?”

The Mnedian looked glad that Frakutsk had asked. He went into his tree one ore time and then came out, hauling a huge metal think with hundreds of buttons. Frakutsk hoped he wouldn’t have to carry one of those home, but unfortunately, Frakutsk betted that he would have to.

“This, is a great Mnedian achievement!” said the King, indubitably proud of his race. The king pushed a button and a compartment opened on the box, it looked just big enough to fit one of the slates. “you put a slate in here, push the buttons corresponding to everywhere you want it to go, push the send button, and each of the places you pushed gets a copy of the slate, and don’t even lose yours! I will send one to your ship immediately.”

Frakutsk thanked the Mnedian profusely and returned to his ship, not long after, a Mnedian came carrying one of the large metal boxes. The Mnedian wordlessly dropped it next to the ship and ran away.

Frakutsk heaved the Metal thing into his ship and set about converting his holographic message into a 2 dimensional message.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that Frakutsk realized he had no idea what to do. But the communications leader certainly would. Frakutsk found the middle-aged man in his quarters and had him come to help. The man did the task in a few simple steps, then yawned and returned to his quarters, probably for a nap.

Now Frakutsk went to the box that the Mnedian had given him. He repeated what the Mnedian had showed him, opening up a compartment. Then he pushed all the buttons that were places to send to. And sent it.

That simple, the Gungan had just sent a message to every single Mnedian island on the planet. Now the Gungan had to wait.

Frakutsk went into his quarters and sat down on his chair. What if the Mnedians did not accept his… invitation to join the galactic coalition? What then? What then would he do? Frakutsk was left with all these questions but none of these answers as he drifted to sleep. Frakutsk had not realized how late it had gotten.

Frakutsk Dreamed of the Jedi Temple, he was talking with his master, his master was talking of the force and of Jedi conduct, but it was all floating over the Gungan’s head. Suddenly a Mnedian burst into the peaceful room in which he and his master had been. The Mnedian waved a stick around and shot lasers out of it everywhere. The two jedi bolt had their light sabers but did not take them out, they just took the shots. One his Frakutsk and was knocked dead, Frakutsk’s master took out his lightsaber but found he could not turn it on, then he too was killed.

The Gungan awoke, very frightened. Why had the force not worked against the Mnedian? But it was only a dream, nothing more; Frakutsk himself had used the force to deflect a shot from one of the Mnedian blaster-sticks. Then why did Frakutsk feel like it was dangerous?

Frakutsk forced these thoughts out of his head. He had much more important matters to deal with.

Frakutsk returned to the communications room. A button was flashing red on the metal box that the Mnedian had given him. Frakutsk pushed it, and a black slate was ejected out of the compartment used to transport slates to other places. But the button was still flashing. Frakutsk pushed it again. Another slate came out. The button was still flashing. Frustrated, Frakutsk pushed it again… and again, and again. And over and over and over until the floor was covered in slates and Frakutsk hand was tired from pushing the button so many times! Frakutsk Realized then that he should probably play a few of these tapes, to see what message they contained.

Frakutsk had to dig out the black box that played these primitive slates, he put in the first slate he saw and pressed the silver button.

A Mnedian appeared, this one was taller than the king Frakutsk knew, but indubitably a Mnedian. It said, “frabertooble fooob gargaroth flop-” Frakutsk turned it off, he was not wearing his translator. Frakutsk found his Translator and played it again.

“Great kingdom gargaroth accepts your term and hopes to have a peaceful relationship in the future, your kind may inhabit out isle and give us our benefits at any time” said the Mnedian putting an emphisis on the word ‘benefits’.

Frakutsk smiled, were these all acceptance messages? Frakutsk put in another one. It relayed the same message, again emphasizing that this kingdom wanted benefits.

Frakutsk put in multiple more tapes and they all had the same tone. Amazing!!

Frakutsk practically danced up to the bridge and began sending messages to the remaining colonist ships that they could all land on the planet at will, wherever, and begin the colonization process so long as they made sure the Mnedian felt that they were getting something out of this.

Several more days past, everything was going perfectly, but a memory of the short but never the less disturbing dream he had had a few days ago still nagged at his conscious.

Frakutsk was now settled in a modern building on the island where he had landed. It was late at night, and Frakutsk was going to go to sleep in a moment, he simply had to go over the reports from that day. Frakutsk heard a clanking from outside he looked up for a second, but the sound did not reoccur and Frakutsk dismissed it. Then Frakutsk heard the creaking of a door, that could not be a good thing. Frakutsk ran to the entryway of his home. He entered the small alcove the door was in. For a moment, Frakutsk saw nothing, then the door burst open and a Mnedian pounced on Frakutsk.

“YOU!” shouted the Mnedian “trying to take us and our planet over are you? With no regard to the customs and way of living we once had, taking advantage of out leaders’ greed? Yes! You are! And you will pay!” It was not till the Mnedian finished talking that Frakutsk realized that he wasn’t wearing a translator, the Mnedian… was he a Mnedian?… must have been talking in Frakutsk’s language… but how could he?

“yes, I see it now, without your precious force to protect you your just some weak Gungan, afraid of your own shadow!” Yelled the Mnedian, pulling a large black pole out from a scabbard on his back. “In your terms, Jedi” continued the thing, practically spitting the word ‘Jedi’, “I am a sith” it was beginning to make sense to Frakutsk, though he certainly didn’t like it.

“I am able to keep you from using the force, weak padawan, because my powers are infinitely stronger than yours.”

“oh, didn’t you get my message?” continued the creature, noticing that Frakutsk was completely dumbfounded. Obviously, one of those slated that Frakutsk had received was not quite as accepting as the others.

Still pinning Frakutsk to the floor, the mnedian aimed his pole at Frakutsk, and jabbed, a laser hit Frakutsk in the chest. The pain was beyond anything Frakutsk had ever imagined, it was as if he had just fallen into a pit of burning lava, and somehow not died. Frakutsk screamed, in a way only a Gungan could.

“I see you don’t find my pole amusing” said the creature, mock horror written across his face, “that’s good, because I will make you suffer before you die.”

The creature shot a blast out of his pole again. The same pain hit Frakutsk. Frakutsk would have given anything to make it stop. Frakutsk screamed again, louder.

Frakutsk heard the pattering of foot steps from outside the door, but further thought was interrupted from the black pole that the Creature held.

Then the door was opened again, this time a familiar face stepped In, it was the navigator dressed in night clothes. The creature, who must have been some sort of Mnedian sith, turned his head in horror, but no one would ruin his moment of triumph, pointed his pole at the Navigator, switched the setting and fired. The Navigator fell over, dead, but the distraction was all Frakutsk needed. Frakutsk swung his fist out at the sith-Mnedian’s head, and then Frakutsk had the advantage, he stood up and kicked the menace, knocking him unconscious. Frakutsk pulled out his light saber and prepared to deliver the final blow, but could not. Frakutsk took the unconscious fiend into the brig of the ship that had brought Frakutsk here in the first place. Then he went back to his home on this planet, and went to sleep.

In the morning, Frakutsk contacted the galactic coalition and related what had happened, they were shocked, but also very pleased that Frakutsk had successfully taken the planet.

It was not until Frakutsk turned off the transmission that he realized in full what had happened the day before. The navigator had died, and he had been Frakutsk’s friend. Frakutsk had to arrange for a proper burial.

The next day, at the brave navigator’s funeral, Frakutsk sat, quietly, and sadly, the Navigator had unknowingly given his life for that of his captain’s, and Frakutsk hadn’t even know his name.

But when Frakutsk returned to his home, he could not help but be happy. He had just successfully taken an entire planet as the Galactic coalition’s, and apprehended the indubitably dangerous Mnedian sith, who had somehow learned where Frakutsk was staying, his language, and that he was a Jedi. How? Frakutsk did not know, but he was glad the it was over.

Frakutsk happily looked at the most recent reports that had been give to him. They said that the Mnedians were gracefully acceptant of the Galactic coalition occupation, and that the colonization was going extremely well. It was a good day for the Galactic Coalition, and an even better day for Frakutsk.

More happy days were bound to come, along with more unhappy days, but Frakutsk was ready to face them all, smiling.

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