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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 8:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:21 pm
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Epoch Wren
Ryo waited until everyone left the cargo bay before unstealthing himself and sitting down slowly. They'd bound and gagged the imperial spy and taken him off to, what Ryo could only guess was, the holding cells. The fool might've been able to get away if he hadn't pulled such a ridiculous stunt like that, but then no-one accused imperials of having brains. The problem was, with all the activity in the cargo bay at the time, Ryo hadn't been able to make his way off the ship either, and now that it was airborne there was even less chance of that happening. He didn't fancy the idea of turning himself in, not after that spectacle. The only choice that really remained was to stay hidden. The cargo crates were out of the question of course, he'd heard the Grandmaster order that they all be searched as he'd walked away. Luckily Ryo knew a few things about starships. The Epoch Wren, as the Je'daii had called it, was, to all intents and purposes, a smuggling vessel. He'd seen the YT-1300 freighters before. They could be quite different depending on arms and armour, but one thing they all shared in common? Hidden compartments. If he could get to one of those he could ride this out in relative ease and leave the ship without anyone ever knowing he'd been aboard. The Je'daii couldn't sense his force signature as he was hiding it, so unless they were going to search every inch of the ship, which they had absolutely no reason to do, he'd be safe. Sighing softly to himself he stood up and quickly stealthed himself again.
"Here goes."
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 1:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:03 pm
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Delirium of Dreams -- Approaching Nal Hutta
It had taken all her concentration to maintain this connection, and Zara knew she had to communicate quickly. Still in a deep trance, she projected her thoughts to the Emperor. My Lord... it will take time, but I believe I can still make the Je'daii trust me. They do not yet know of my role. I will remain with them, unless you have other instructions for me... Suddenly, Zara remembered something. One of the Je'daii had offhandedly mentioned a planet... what was the name of it again...? There is something else you must know, my Lord-- But then Zara was interrupted mid-sentence and brought back into the physical world by Dawson's voice. Her concentration broke off and she was unable to tell him the most important bit of information she had managed to pick up. Her eyes flicked upwards with an icy glare. Tell me... are you incapable of entering a room without that overconfident swagger? she snapped. She maintained a dangerously calm expression, staring coldly at the Zeltron. She closed her eyes and shook her head, shaking off her irritation at being interrupted. She would deal with him later, she was too fatigued to waste energy getting angry at him. When Zara finally opened her eyes again she cast him a weary look, clearly not in the mood this time for his flirtations. What is our destination? she asked, not bothering to respond to his questions regarding her condition. How poorly she was feeling was of little importance to the situation at hand.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 8:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 10:47 pm
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