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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 12:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 5:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 7:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 10:25 am
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Kuat Drive Yards - aboard the Corruo - training room
The Dark Lord glanced around at the now empty training room aboard his flagship. Free-weights were scattered about giving testament to the rapidness in which the room had been deserted once word had gotten out that the Emperor himself was coming for a workout. He was quite notorious for being overly rough with his training partners, lost appendages being the norm.
Shrugging off his cloak, Lord Rahl stepped through a doorway into a large, square, empty room. Lights flickered on illuminating the mono-colored gray room and a panel emerged immediately to his right. After some light stretching, the Sith master pressed a few buttons on the keypad and a doorway opened up releasing an old HK-50 type assassin droid. "Level one, begin," spoke the computer in a soothing female voice as the droid launched itself towards the man. Standing firm in his phrik armor vest and loose black pants, Rahl raised one arm, catching the droid in midair. Slowly closing his fist, the droid began to crumple until only a small ball of sparking scrap metal remained, clattering to the ground. "Level one complete. Level two..." the computer began, but the Dark Lord interrupted, "Advance to level 10," he commanded, "I don't have time for these trinkets." "Confirmed," came the computer's response.
Immediately a larger door to his left opened up. Circling slowly to his right, opposite the doorway, Aiden took a fight stance, ready to grab his lightsaber should he need it. Suddenly several small golden tentacles whipped out from the darkness and tried to wrap themselves around the Sith. Using his force enhanced speed, Rahl was barely able to dodge the dangerous stun weapons as they raked back and forth trying to snare their prey. As Aiden backed up, it forced the creature to step out into the light. Multiple golden legs emerged from the spider-like body of the JK-13 as it stepped into the open. Igniting his lightsaber with the telltale snap-hiss, the dark lord launched himself into the air yelling in rage, the crimson blade of his weapon crashing down on the back of the droid. Unfortunately these droids were equipped with Xythan force shields, causing the blade to deflect off the body without doing any damage at all. Muttering curses, Aiden backflipped off the droid just in time to avoid those blasted stun tentacles while he tried to work another angle. Suddenly he really wished he had brought his ancient Sith Sword with him instead of the lightsaber. Swords were much more cumbersome to carry, but the blade that reinforced his darkside abilities would've been much more effective against this type of enemy. "Think of the solution, not the problem," he chided himself. Even though the JK-13 was impervious to energy weapons, it could still be affected indirectly by using the force. With a very strong force push, Aiden slammed the droid against the opposite wall, turning it upside down and giving him a few moments to do what he wanted to do. With a few quick slashes of his lightsaber, Lord Rahl made short work of the remains of the HK droid, giving him several small sharp shards floating chest level in front of him by use of the Force. By this time, the droid had righted itself and was advancing on Aiden. With a wicked smile, the Dark Lord let the little pieces fly. The shards crashed into the head of the spider-like droid with massive force, shredding holes right through its body. Crashing to the ground, the droid twitched once and then never moved again. Sweat glistened off the master's cut body as he made his way to the door. Punching a few more keys, he ended the training session and stepped out of the room back into the weight room.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:08 pm
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Flight Deck - Tython
"I think you'll be just fine without me."
Corvin was dumbfounded. How could she be so stubborn? But she'd called his bluff, and he couldn't back down now. Shaking his head, he walked away from Mizu and made his way toward the Epoch Wren. He was certain to get an earful from Elyria now, if she was even willing to speak to him, and he wasn't looking forward to that.
He also wasn't the sort of man who made a habit out of giving up, and his inability to sway the wildling ate at him... until he looked past the Wren and spied her ship. An idea struck him - a dangerous one, but one he knew he had to act upon, and act quickly - he really DIDN'T have time for messing about!
He looked over his shoulder once more to confirm that Mizu did indeed go into the hall, and would therefore not see him tamper with her ship. She was a scoundrel, and if she was half as adept as he had hoped then he was certain she'd find a way to slip past the few unruly padawans and apathetic councilors that stood between her and leaving the planet... "Sorry about this, Bleeper..." Corvin murmured, noting that his access privileges had never been revoked, and he rigged a simple but elegant trap.
Unless his security key was input, any attempt to disengage the docking clamps from the flight deck would result in an override of the ships navigational controls, forcing it to home in on the Wren's transponder signal and fly on an intercept course. This would be accompanied by a short holo message from Corvin: "Couldn't have you flying about the galaxy, you know that! See you soon."
Satisfied that he would have the last word after all, Corvin made his way back to the Wren.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 9:52 pm
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Neesh let out a sigh as he looked down at the data pad "No one is saying much yet." the rodian slid a finger down the screen scrolling down the page pausing and furrowing his brow "I've got an image, its not much but," he held the datapad out so the woman could see it, there was a small porcine humanoid standing next to a fuel line, there was a portion of a ships hull displayed behind him. "The Ugnaughts he employs are not on many worlds...." he placed his thumb and forefinger on his temples and closed his eyes "As I recall they are most common on Tatooine, Hypori, Geonosis, Gentes, and Malastare." he pulled his hand away picking up his glass and downing the remainder of the whisky, he gestured towards the woman's glass before continuing "Given more time I may be able to narrow down this list..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:38 pm
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Epoch Wren - Tython
De'Avril put her face in her hand self consciously, unintentionally leaving a smudge from the residue of the mechanisms she'd been working on. "Knew that would come back to haunt me..." she said "Look, there was so much going on, and it was just me and FUBAR handling everything. Unlike Corvin, I have no idea what that blasted astromech is always bleeping..." She appeared frustrated just relating the experience. After all, nobody every considers the hard work of their henchmen during a major plot development.
"Anyway..." she said after taking a steadying breath, "He tried to disorient me with a flash-bomb and some smooth words, but I didn't fall for any of that nonsense. I wasn't birthed yesterday... then he gave me this great big sob story, seemed pretty sincere. Claimed he was Zara's brother or something... I had bigger problems to deal with, so I let him go after her.
She looked down at her hand, only just now realizing it was dirty, and reached a shop rag out of one the many pockets of her cargo pants. "I hope you're not too mad at me..." she finished lamely, wiping the grime off her face.
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