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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:50 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple There was a clanking of metal against metal as weights on the exercise machine clanged together. Jedi Learner Anyanka Neemo sat on the exercise bench, sweat dripping from her brow as she pushed herself to a new limit. She was frustrated and duly so; she had once again been confined to the few floors she had normal interaction on. Breathing heavily, Anya swung her leg over the bench and reached out with the Force, scooping the towel from the floor. She dabbed her sweaty forehead and stretched her arms. This is annoying, she thought to herself and glanced around the room. There were other learners working out or running in the room. Rising to her feet, Anya stepped over to where her bag lay and stooped down. She drew out a fresh towel and wiped her face and neck. Glancing around one more time, she walked to the desk and signed her name in the out column and returned to her bag. After recovering her bag, she walked out of the gym. It was a short walk to the quarters she shared with several other learners. A quick shower later and she was out of her quarters with her training saber clasped to her hip. An hour or two of drills and she should be able to retire for the night for relaxation. Tomorrow would be another set of grueling training. She sighed as she walked towards the saber training room.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 4:06 am
anaxes
Isani smiles noncommittally; she suspects the mercenary of taking a roundabout route for evasion's sake, and a comm came in from Rikka detailing her stop in Coruscant in a complicated coded sequence. Neiva was obviously loyal, Isani only slightly trustworthy; Sephis was loyal to Ensis, but from what Isani had gathered recently he could very easily be turned. Perhaps never trusted - at least by Isani. And Rikka... Isani shrugs.
"Sephis has been Ensis's loyal servant these past few years... but I do believe this particular set of chains do not suit him very well. It would be child's play to win him back -- for you at least. I believe he fell into line with Ensis out of necessity's sake; always a military man in the past, he doesn't have the subtly or inclination to disappear rather than assimilate," Isani relays to Venia as much as she can about Sephis.
"Mab of course returns, and with her comes that pet projected of Lord Ravens - that perpetually confused Visum... And Rikka has never really been loyal to anything but chaos and pain. Show her those are under your control, and you'll have her as surely as Raven ever did."
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:13 am
Tython, Jedi Temple, Saber Training Room
Seron peeked his head inside the chamber and looked around. It was empty for the moment. As usual. He breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't supposed to be in here.
There were relegated training grounds for the small Mandalorian detachment that had chosen to remain with the Jedi. Seron was supposed to be practicing with his vibrosword on their grounds. He preferred the quiet of this place, though. Here, he could practice his movements undisturbed by petty Mandalorians who challenged him (and subsequently lost). Here, he could get away from all that noise and activity, and just focus solely on his technique. It was almost meditative for him.
Seron strode over to the wall quickly and set his duffel down. Unzipping it, he slipped his vibrosword out and gripped it with two hands in front of him. He activated the cortosis weave and then changed his stance, holding it up by his head on the left side, with the blade pointed forward and the sharp edge facing the sky. Poised to strike with great force, he thrust his sword forward, twisted it, spun around, and brought his sword down in a vertical line as he came about.
Seron continued these movements, adding little variation to it each time he repeated, holding some of the poses for great lengths of time, perfecting his stances. This was what the once-proud Mandalorian did with his downtime these days.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 3:12 pm
Hyperspace/ Defender – Meditation Chamber
Ronyo slowly opened his eyes and could see what the Jedi could only describe as a bit more clarity within those grey orbs of his former master. Her question had been full of the knowledge she had gained through their small time connected to the force, or however much time had truly passed, for while in such a deep meditative trance it was often difficult to keep track of time. With a smile and a nod Ronyo responded to the one person he knew he could trust with his plan.
“A trap. Attacking an enemy’s fortified city is highly costly and is the last resort of any general. Should the Sith prove foolish enough to attack Tython they must commit a large amount of resources and troops to do so, with us being on ground we know, not having to rely on supply lines, and knowing of the possible attack we can be ready for them. When they come we spring the trap and do what Jedi do best, be patient,” Ronyo paused for a moment and thought about the idea and the planning he had done to set it up, “In all likelihood the Sith who learned of the location will question the ease in which it was taken or the magnitude of seeking such an attack. The few spies I have right now say nothing of any major Sith activity and I plan to gain a few more who might get us better intelligence. With any luck we can help cause more infighting among the Sith to make the idea of attack an entire planet a low priority. Attacking an enemy from within and attacking their plans is the best course of action possible in a war, it reduces the casualties and supplies lose, sometimes on both sides. Now then any question about Tython before we arrive, or did you have more on the matter of the Sith?”
There was more, but it was best to wait for the time and place to run through all the contingencies, all the scenarios, all the factors, and the entire worst case emergency escapes. Ronyo had a war room set up on one of the Tython basement structures for a reason and that would be the place to go over all the information in greater detail. Only two people so far were allowed in that room Ronyo and Omega, but within a few moments a third would be added to the security list. As he was taught by the holocrons it is best not to divulge ones plans a head of time unless to someone who you can trust with your very life and Sam more than qualified for that position.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 4:01 pm
Point Nadir
Her eyes darted from the Ubese, towards Kal and back to the Ubese again. She had no idea who they were, or how'd they come to recognize Kal as a Jedi, but it was trouble nonetheless.
Big trouble.
In that small window of time, the people that mattered had gotten away. She'd hoped to get more information about this certain party before they'd had to move on, but for now, Kal was right. With those enforcers having fled, they were bound not to be alone for very long anymore. Their party had certainly ended.
"Idiot." She complained, through gritted teeth as she grabbed him by the sleeve.
She began to run as she dragged Kal away from the scene, nowhere in particular, just the quickest route away from this place. She wasn't really looking forward to more unwanted guests.
"Okay, so now what?" She questioned. "We've got three days to set up a plan and stay out of trouble."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 5:00 pm
Nearing Anaxes.
Opening her eyes, the blonde was somewhat saddened to end this so early, letting her hands slip from those of Mabysyn. It wasn't until she began to look around that she realized she had no idea just how much time had passed, but she felt it was probably longer than it had seemed.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde continued to take in her surroundings, lips slightly parted as did so, giving her a somewhat of a curious look of surprise. The last few times she had, somewhat accidentally, absorbed the energy of others, she had nearly spend it immediately. This time, she held onto it, viewing the world once more through senses that felt both familiar and natural.
The way she could look at people, look throughout the entire ship as she momentarily closed her eyes again, it made her feel awake, alive once more. She wasn't quite sure how she did it, but it came to her on instinct, as if it was a normal to her as breathing. There had been a time when it was.
She opened her eyes when she felt those of the Anzat fall upon her, gazing at the smile the other woman held on her face.
"Anaxes..." The blonde repeated, trying to see if it felt at all familiar to her. That didn't seem to be the case, however. "What's going to be at Anaxes?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:44 pm
Anaxes . Seeker...
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Mab's smile does not falter, though her eyes appraise Irella as the girl echoes the Anzat's words. "Freedom." She says simply, seductively, and knows that the blonde will undoubtedly grasp her meaning.
Turning the same smile to Maedris she purrs, a rich throaty sound from the base of her neck, and then grins. "So it learns. No wonder Isani's confidence in you." The Bimm was correct, though. No COM would be able to replace the connection between members of the Sith Brotherhood - true members, and no COM would match the swiftness that Venia would feel Mab's presence on planet. The slight shuddering of the ship confirmed Maedris' assessment and she paused to consider reaching for Venia now, letting the Sith Empress feel her, but decided against it. It had been years since she'd felt Venia's touch and she would not go before her former master as an eager dog beckoned for a treat.
As she stood she gestured for Irella to do the same and, once the blonde had, she strolled slowly away from the busy command area to allow the crewman space to land and dock efficiently. While she walked she talked, and without looking she knew the girl was listening. "Anaxes is known as the Defender of the Core, did you know? When I was younger it was a shield of sorts to Coruscant and to the Republic. It's not an industrial planet, but it is powerful."
A flicker of self-satisfaction crossed her eyes before she continued. "It became an Imperial planet during Palpatine's reign of his great Empire, and it still is underneath the treaties that appear to suffocate it. Darth Validus made a home here for himself and his students, which is a very modest way of saying that Anaxes belongs to the Sith."
Pausing only once they'd reached a safe distance from the ship's exterior hatch, she levelled her eyes on the other woman. "Do you know who I am referring to when I speak of the Sith?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:03 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Without paying attention, Anya pushed open the door to the saber training room and stepped through the doorway. She jumped a little when she looked up and saw a Mandalorian in the room. Shaking her head, she dropped her hands to her sides, her right arm lingering close to her lightsaber. "What are you doing in here?" the blond Jedi asked, an accusing tone in her voice. She positioned herself in a defensive stance, one that made it harder for him to reach the door should he attempt to run. Mentally, she readied herself for any combat that she might encounter.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:21 pm
Nar Shaddaa, Jekk'Jekk Tarr
Hutts were dead, and Nar Shaddaa was trembling. Anticipation, fear, excitement and dread stunk the small cantina that Eden frequented and she might have avoided it had she not pursued her quarry into the small building. Like most irritatingly inferior species that took refuge in the Jekk'Jekk Tarr to avoid humans and other near-humans, the Quarren had ducked in and taken no effort to hide himself once he'd gained entry to the toxic rooms. Also like most inferior species, he had no eyes for the solitary Nautolan that breezed in behind him, high on any number of spices by the looks of her, until she produced an eight inch cortosis weave knife to his throat and pinned his blaster hand with her own cold-iron grip.
Apparently he knew better than to look at any other patrons for assistance, especially in the yellow-room, and instead leveled an icy glare at her. "You are one stupid schutta."
Ignoring the insult, she continued staring at him until the room had discretely cleared. This spacer was new to Nar Shadaa, newer to Jekk'Jekk Tarr, and though the others would never begin to conceive her identity they did know well enough to look the other way and, if possible, not be present when she flashed her fangs. Only when they were alone did she ask simply, emotionless, "Why is Zietta getting restless on Point Nadir?"
"I don't know what you--" The Quarren began, silenced by a hard strike from the butt end of her knife.
"Not enough spice getting to her through the regular channels? Too-small slave shipments, too little of tribute? Why is she restless?"
The Quarren coughed, glared, and spoke again with a slight slur. "Why don't you take that knife and go fu--" Silenced again by another strike which was followed by the edge finding the corner of his eye.
"I want to know what's crawled up the Hutt's a** and why it's squirming. If I have to shove someone's head up there to find out then believe me when I say I won't hesitate to start with you." She paused, then continued after an unblinking stare. "Unless you prefer me cutting off pieces and feeding them to you. Do you want to eat your own eyeballs?"
Silence. "Silence is good. Silence means you're listening, which means you won't have any excuses the next time I ask you a question that I want answers to. I have it on good authority that you've just high-tailed it from Point Nadir on that speedy little rust bucket of yours in the lower hangars, now... tell me what you know."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:20 pm
Predator
Morbella stood tall and refined as the red-skinned Twi'lek Admiral of the currently fearsome-enough Sith fleet as it disengaged from hyperspace and, in less than the span of an eye blink, shadowed the greens and blues of Kinyen. Inside, her stomach lurched and she felt herself lose some of the vibrant, saturated color from her skin at the site of the planet. Within the hour those greens and blues would be black and she did not even know how many lives would be gone.
Though her own ship (on loan from the GA on good faith) did not have the firepower to equal the Corruo or other terrifying space stations, the fleet did when firing in synchronization which, once Sephis arrived on the bridge, would be their course of action. As a peaceful planet, there were no defensive stations or satellites to destroy and what few trading vessels and miscellaneous ships had been in orbit were now debris behind the greater star destroyers.
Slight static crackled over the audio of the holo-communications while the other three Admirals stood before Morbella also surveying the view of the planet. "Fleet is in position, Admiral Talon." Jayne said, looking over his shoulder at her.
"Why wait for a damn Sith to attack - the vanguard's already eliminated the planet's defenses and communications, sitting here idly..."
"Relax Gek.." Voro said with a yawn, feinting a stretch while she looked at Morbella mischeviously. "I'm sure the Admiral has good reasons for having us wait on the assault, and on her pet Sith. Besides, it's not as if the planet is going anywhere."
Morbella stifled a glare at the Hapan woman and remained standing in silence, ignoring their banter for the most part. It wasn't until the doors on the far side of the Bridge slid open and Darth Sephis' form was visible to her that she spoke, slow and quietly, "Begin the assault."
Instantaneously the images of the other admirals disappeared as communications ended, conference of tactics over, and the deep belly of the Predator rumbled with the whine of TIE-fighters swarming forward and fire raining down from the carriers and assault vessels around them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:46 pm
Point Nadir
Kal dragged his feet, at first, as Daesha led him away from Down Low. He quickly picked up his pace, however, realizing full well how fast the shadowport's less savory types could come crashing down around their heads. Assuming the Enforcers were to go and talk about their little meeting just now. Pendal, the information broker, was the one that gave Kal a better idea.
"Yeah, I say we stay quiet until the big event," Kal suggested, easily keeping up with Daesha now. "If word gets out who might be trying to hit Zietta, we might lose our opportunity completely. We'd probably be better off keeping our heads down, in the event that Zietta doesn't find out."
Kal searched the nearby area with his senses, performing a sweeping psychic probe of nearby inhabitants for specific lines of thoughts, emotions... Nothing out of the ordinary, for a shadowport. Nothing about tracking Jedi, or Force-users or bounty hunters. And nothing about Zietta the Hutt. So, they hadn't been narced on yet.
"And what did you mean by 'idiot' back there?" Kal asked, feigning innocence. "Who were you talking to?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:49 pm
Hyperspace. --------------------------------
------ She said nothing while Ronyo spoke and, when he finished, lowered her eyes in silence. Traps, espionage, warfare, she had done these things while she was sitting in the place that he now sat, but now the weight felt heavier. Perhaps it was because though she had done those things and more, for all the same reasons that Ronyo did them now, she'd seen a future where it was for naught. It was harder now, too, for her to consider the greater picture that her friend painted with his thoughts and words while the only image she could see was the life that she'd just buried.
"I'm not certain the Sith will attack Tython, especially if it is this Darth Neiva. When she wanted to attack Master Kai'le she did not come to Ossus on a battleship, and when Isani came to Naboo it was not me that she struck." The Sith don't fight on your terms. "But it is a sound plan. It will keep Tython and those that remain in the Order safe..." She trailed off then, realizing that her lack of enthusiasm was betrayed in her own voice. Try as she might, she could not muster the same zeal and spark that Ronyo had, and that she once shared, but she could go through the motions.
"Tell me of Tython, then, in the hours that remain of our journey. What should I expect of the Order?"
-------- [ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ] --------
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:56 pm
Tython, Jedi Temple
Seron swung his sword in a broad, horizontal arc when the door slid open on his right. He stopped at the end of his swing and looked at the Jedi, dreading the punishment for trespassing on temple grounds and appalled that he hadn't heard her coming. She was standing in a subtly defensive stance, and blocking the only exit out of the room. Her right hand idled in front of her lightsaber. Slowly, Seron stood and straightened, holding his sword down by his side.
"Please, forgive me, ma'am," Seron pleaded. "The sparring rooms were occupied at the base."
A terrible lie and a terrible excuse. It was better than explaining how he would rather avoid his comrades and train by himself, though. What kind of soldier was that? What soldier didn't value the unity of his team?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:16 pm
Predator
Sephis stepped onto the bridge, 2/3s the size of the Corruo's, and spied the faces of four Imperial admirals, only one of which Sephis recognized. 'Admiral' Morbella turned slightly to face him, and then turned back to the viewing screens. As Sephis strode across the bridge, the Admiral's faces blipped away, a sign of communications being cut. Now, the only thing Sephis could see was one Admiral left over, standing in front of a much larger view screen displaying Kinyen, the Gran homeworld.
As Sephis drew closer to the commanding officer of this ship, the Predator beneath his feet. Not quite as stable as some of the imperial battleships produced after her, time had been unkind to her. Predator was a good ship, though. Certainly fit for an orbital bombardment. As Sephis approached the Admiral Morbella's side, he could see swarms of TIE-fighters, looking like little black locust clouds, coming in from all sides of the view screen. Green, red, and blue cannon fire sprayed everywhere.
"Glad to see that the Admiral was fit to give the order..."
Sephis smiled darkly at the carnage raining down upon the planet. He hadn't seen a Base Delta Zero in ages.
"It would be a shame if I had to execute our commanding officer under charges of mutiny," Sephis teased, desire trickling off of his words.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:08 pm
Predator
Aren't you a shining reminder of how much I love this mission? Morbella barely looked at Sephis, instead watched the view screen intently. She wanted no excuse not to face her own actions even if it might mean later that she could not face herself for them. "So glad you could join us, Darth. I was beginning to wonder if you'd decided to go planet side after all." She replied, though she had little desire to verbally spar with the man right now -- if ever she would.
"Why is it that I've come to associate my nausea with your presence?" She asked, frowning slightly as her stomach responded to her own words with a painful twist.
"Some communications are making it into space from the planet, Admiral." Came the voice of the communications officer behind them both. Morbella turned to face her but her XO responded first.
"Then pinpoint the location of the signal's origin and have some of Admiral Volo's ships take care of it." Xang growled, and Morbella nodded in approval, though she felt more the fly on the wall than the spider in her nest. Her presence here was for show and she knew it, though the crew was unaware, and she'd deliberately made orders clear and tactics concise so that now, come the destruction, she would not have to hold anyone's hands.
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