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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2016 5:17 pm
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Kamino - Cryostasis Level
A'kire would climb into the Sith interceptor, power up its engines as she got the signal that both her and the clone were ready to leave. A hangar door would open up slowly, revealing to the two the vastness of the outside world, waves clashing below as the wind howled and the rain came down. Gently, A'kire would steer the new ship outside of the hangar and then full throttle it towards the planet's atmosphere, setting a course on the ship's hyperdrive before sending her navigation charts over to the other craft, wasting no time to make the jump towards Mandalore.
Space
A'kire would waste no time reviewing the madman's rantings that she had recorded, looking over them again and again, trying to scrutinize anything she possibly could from Locolovictum's files. There's got to be something else...it's almost too easy the way I see it....what could I be missing....She sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat as the lines of hyperspace flew by her. This entire thing made her uneasy. Locolovictum's waning sanity, his sudden rise to power, his family being from Mandalore, their generosity to the je'daii, and now ontop of everything a temple nobody, not even Rahl had heard about. Just as soon as she would begin to try something, another thing seemed to pop up, throwing her off completely
[whether or not these interceptors have one, thats moot point for simplicity's sake im saying this one has one.]
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 6:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 6:48 pm
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Hyperspace - En Route to Mandalore
A'kire nodded, sighing into the comms as she would slowly speak, deciding to fill in Omega on everything she had learned since her return. "The Galaxy as you know used to consist of two major factions. Je'daii and Sith. Now, things are different. Ever since Rahl was killed, a third group, the Jedi, with one 'i' have emerged. These jedi, aren't really who they claim to be. These jedi are actually sith in disguise....or at least that's what Locolovictum claims he's making them out to be with this little shadow empire of his. Apparently, What Locolovictum wants to do is make these jedi heroes and turn the je'daii into criminals. I myself think that this plan is a drawn out bunch of bullshit." Frustration hung in her voice as she sneered, eyes narrowing as she listened to the hum of the ship's hyperdrive.
"Rahl was doing just fine....despite his quickness to anger..." a hand reached up to touch her cybernetic lekku, her eyes narrowing more, "and his ego, the man was a good leader. That isn't to say that I wanted the power he had. It's the way things have always been You said it yourself....but Locolovictum...he's unfit...he's going mad. His journals are filled with rantings and this man deserves to be silenced in any way possible..." She would remember mentioning Esuritio. Questions would arise within her mind about where he had fled to while she was infiltrationg Vic's personal quarters.
"One of Rahl's right hand men still walks. A good friend of mine, Esuritio is also displeased with Locolovictum's rule, but he left before I could truly get any more information out of him..."
Mandalorian Space - Above Mandalore
Another sigh escaped A'kire's lips as the monotonous backdrop of hyperspace faded from view, her ship exiting the jump high above Mandalore's orbit, the planet a barren wasteland from high up - how anything could stand to live there was beyond her comprehension. "We'll need to scour the surface by ship until we can find this temple...as much as I'd have liked there were no coordinates within Vic's journals."
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 7:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 1:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 6:27 pm
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Mandalore
"How did you become of part of this empire?"
A sigh escaped A'kire's lips, breaking the stagnant silence that followed after Omega's very open-eneded question. Her eyes would close as she inhaled, exhaling heavily, her mind manipulating thoughts into cohesive speech patterns, memories into stories and old scars into vivid images. "It all started years ago. I was just a teenager on Ryloth. I lived with my mother and father. Things were simple. Life was good...but...as many know, slavers on Ryloth aren't an uncommon sight. I was sought out, my....unique skin color was seen as rare and worth a lot of credits to the right person. I was to be a slave, my body sold and done with as my eventual owner pleased. They took me to Nar Shaddaa, but on the way there, the transport ship ran into trouble. Rival slavers shot it to hell and back, but of course the ship I was on was illegally outfitted with heavily modded weapons. Somehow, I was one of the lone survivors.
I had sent out a distress signal, since the ship was pretty much shot. Piloting it was going to be impossible. Luckily, a nearby smuggler, who heard the distress signal picked me up. Unfortunately for me, he too was headed to the Nar Shaddaa and decided to just let me off there instead of somewhere safer, instead of back with who was left of my family. I was stranded, broke and in a world I had never seen. I had nowhere to stay, nothing to eat, and I could barely understand the others. I spent night after night basically scavenging for any bit of scrap food I could get my hands on. Living as a squatter, I learned a few tricks from the others, like how to quickly and sneakily disassemble the most vital parts of a droid, and remain unseen to sell them for a few credits. I developed a skill for working with droids through that, though what I did was illegal. It wasn't until someone approached me, did I actually wind up with actual work. Some schmuck wanted me to hotwire some droid for him for some reason or another. Promised me he'd pay me and indeed he did. When I realized you could actually make decent cash doing legit work for people, I decided to try and set up a small shop for repairs. Things finally started to look up. I even managed to rent a small apartment. The area was s**t, but it's Nar shaddaa, so what can you expect?"
A chuckle escaped her lips as a slight smile spread on her face. "It was...actually kind of nice. I was doing actual work, had money in my pockets, a roof over my head and food in my belly. I was happy, despite what happened to me. Of course, s**t started going downhill, when trained mechanics started setting up shop directly across from mine. Bit by bit, my customers would flock to them for the lower prices, leaving me with less and less money. Rent was becoming increasingly hard to pay, so I panicked. I needed something to earn money, so I turned to the one thing I knew nobody could take away from me. I became a dancer. The hours were long, and the customers were pigs. My outlook was growing darker by the second. Yeah it paid the bills, but I had gone from someone who controlled their own life to another plaything for hutt slimes. I was growing more and more desperate to escape....and then...he came along....
I can remember how miserable I felt...it was strange...not a cry yourself to sleep miserable, but a I want to break free from this body im stuck in, push myself to become something stronger miserable. I don't know if it was how I looked while dancing that evening, but a man approached me later that night...told me he could sense my troubles..and, that he could help me. Of course I immediately casted him off as some drunken fool, but he would come again and again night after night, never saying a word, but always keeping an eye on me. I was getting ready to tell my boss about this alleged stalker, when he revealed himself to be a sith. Now, I had vaguely known about the major factions in the galaxy, but to see a sith in the flesh...i was astounded. He told me he would train me...make me stronger, help me get away from this horrid place...give me the freedom I was craving. and I, being in such a desperate position....I listened.
For years, I continued my job, meeting with this sith, who was only known to me as Rahl, and training with him. He seemed pleased with how quickly I progressed. His words were so kind...his voice reassuring yet strong...over the years I grew stronger in the force and stronger in strength. I was happy again. I had found my calling and had finally found someone who could help me....finally found someone who gave a damn about me....I even started falling for this man.....and then he vanished...left me without warning. I was devastated.I felt as if maybe I had done something wrong. Perhaps he had been called away, but no matter how often I tried to contact him, there was no response. I was angry, frustrated, alone again...so I took it upon myself to try and improve my power and skill on my own. That's where I ran into those damn fools...that damn jawa and togruta....that goose chase for a holocron that led to such a spectacular failure on my part!!!!!
It was only after that failure that Rahl made himself known to me once more....but it wasn't the same man I had grown to love and respect...he was bitter, tense, unforgiving...this failure had been so spectacular to him that he denounced me as his protoge....he beat me. He did unspeakable things to me....finally leaving me for dead." she would gently touch the cybernetic lekku draped over her shoulder, the smile now faded into a frown, her eyes narrowed. "Had it not been for the medical droids I'd have died from blood loss...but I survived...beaten and broken...having been shown Rahl's true colors..."
She would lean back in her seat, eyes gazing towards the map as the memories flooded her mind, both good and bad mingling together as she would idly scan the surface for the temple. Part of her still wished she hadn't failed Rahl. Part of her wished she could have been his. Part of her still wishes it was her that cut him down.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 11:20 pm
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On the Edge of Mandalorian Space - Aboard the White Eternity
Zenkaran woke from a deep sleep groggier than ever. Trying to clear his vision of the blurred vision he had, it looked like an Imperial living quarters, but seemed off somehow. Why am I here? he wondered, however just as fast wondered, why he was aboard an Imperial ship; which ship; where, and more importantly, How. Nothing made sense right away as he slowly and painfully, with popping joints climbed out of the bed he was on and made his way to a small pile of robes.
"Computer, What is our current position?"
"Current star positions place the White Eternity at the edge of the Mandalore system. Our current trajectory at maximum sublight speed will put us in orbit around Mandalore in one hour."
Now dressed, Zenkaran moved to the door, and exiting his quarters. He walked to a nearby control console and activated it. There was nothing he could access in the logs in terms of navigation or crew compliment with the exception of the ship's name and description. He had found out it was a Harrower Class War Ship named the White Eternity.
"Computer, who is the commander of this ship and is anyone on board?"
"No other life signs detected...Commander of the White Eternity....Zenkaran."
This had to be wrong. How was he the commander of this ship. He wasn't Imperial. How could much of the database be locked out and he not know any of this.
"Computer, where did the White Eternity's journey originate?"
"Information Classified...Access Code Required."
"Who has that code?"
"Commander Zenkaran."
"I don't know this code you speak of. what is accessible?"
"All access points are locked down....Access Code Required. One path to the main airlock is accessible."
"Is there anything else you can tell me?"
"Information Classified...Access Code Required."
Zenkaran finally caved with one large sigh of failure, lowering his head. Something wasn't right. He couldn't remember how he got on this ship, where he came from, and why he was here. On top of this monumentally disturbing revelation, he was on a ship, he himself was in command of, but had no idea how to access. Slowly walking down the only path he could towards the main airlock. He started a journey to remember the past and unlock this ship and its secrets.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2016 11:30 am
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