Hi all. Just a quick update. I am still sick.... this damn thing seems to linger for 2 weeks at least. Also, I am working 2 jobs and desperately trying to find a good/better job by the ole job search. I interview very well, thankfully.

As you can imagine, I have been pretty busy and barely have the energy to get my RL stuff done. I'm a little behind on DB stuff, so if you need anything just email me. I realize I have a few outstanding things to finish up, and hope to do them this weekend when I have a few days off. Even the insane Macron falls down every now and then.

The battle of Jagred run-on has not yet finished logically. I have a project in the works with Malisane that will be based off of the Jagred thing, so look for it as soon as we wrap up the run-on. It will also be the battle team competition for our House.

Remember, if you are an active BT leader your chances of keeping your job are quite good in the comp if you participate.

I have had to bow out of the adventuremasters bit, as I just don't have the time. What a drag, and sorry.

Look here for a complete listing of medals and promotions... and some words of wisdom from our RollMaster:

http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/dbjedi/viewreport.asp?ID=8480

Announcements:

Sharmin has finished her trials! Woot!

Welcome back to my old student Lex Darkfire, back from an LOA.

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I leave you with a bit of short fiction, an excerpt from my recent GMRG fiction entry "Torture as an Art Form":

“Can’t have you trying to leave, now can we. I mean, our discussion has only just begun and that would be so rude of you,” cackled the Keibatsu as he keyed the droid again. It delivered a shot of muscle paralyzer, leaving the man able to feel and speak but not able to move. “Screw you, you freak,” he slurred defiantly.

“Tough guy. Well then, I suppose we’ll have to do the advanced course then,” leered the alchemist.

Mononoke placed the blonde man’s hand into a glass box, clamping and sealing it in with several Dxun blood-borer grubs. The foul worms from the massive Dark Side site began to bore into his flesh, making the man scream in agony. His skin pulsed as the vicious creatures writhed their way up his arm seeking the warm flesh of his organs.

“Oh that looks like a bad case of evil parasites you have there,” cooed the tattooed madman as he drew his saber hilt. “Let me get that for you my friend,” he snarled as he swung, removing the hand at the juncture along with the strap around the box.

The luminescent orange blade sheared through the flesh with a zapping sound, leaving a smoking stump. The man slumped against the chains, eyes turning up in his head. The interrogation droid squirted another pulse of vile chemicals into his neck, and then applied an electric shock. The insurgent’s eyes fluttered open, and he groaned in pain. There truly was no rest for the wicked here, or mercy either.

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If I missed anything, just email me. My next report should be a bit more thorough, as I will hopefully have more time and energy then.

                                                      cheers, QUA Macron