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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:29 am
Hyperspace/ Defender – Meditation Chamber
Still there was a barrier between the old Sam and the woman sitting across from him now. Ronyo understood that it was too naïve to think the old Sam would come back in full but he did hold on to hope that a large part of her would resurface at some point. As Sam spoke he could hear the almost lack of emotional spark that she would have normally shown. Even when she asked about Tython, the planet Sam had wish to find herself one day, she spoke with little enthusiasm.
“It is hope Sam. Being on Tython is just a different experience all on its own. The Order is much as you might remember it, with a few subtle things changing just to accommodate the changes to Tython and our outlook towards the Sith. Once we reach the planet you will see and feel for yourself what I’m talking about, the sensations and sights are something truly of the living force.”
For a moment Ronyo thought to lean in and place another hand on the woman’s shoulder but held back, he was good with fighting and with tactics. He could help those learn and understand the force, but when it came to comforting women he was not the most talented or so he had been lead to believe.
“Sam…anything you need to say you can do so around me. If you wish it the words will never leave this room, but you look as though you keep holding something back. You need to let that out.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:34 am
[ Anaxes ]
The ship hovers for a moment as it prepares to land, and then it drops -- not in any sanctioned dock, but way out somewhere. Mae isn't sure where, since she just plugged in the coordinates given to her, but Darth Neiva and her blonde can figure it out. They're big girls.
"Well, this was a great trip," she tells Neiva, rolling her eyes at the Sith's comment. It learns. ******** the Sith. "Not to kick you out or anything... but actually, I kinda do. Got some reports of some idiot ******** things up elsewhere. So off you go now."
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:55 am
PredatorVitrification Order
Sephis snorted.
"All I do is invoke nausea in you?" Sephis joked. I guess I'll have to be a bit more intimidating with you next time.
Sephis wouldn't have dared utter that last remark out loud. Not with all sorts of recording devices onboard the Bridge, and about a dozen witnesses. As he watched the glassing of Kinyen, he was far more interested in that taking place, anyhow. A number of screens, formerly possessing the visages of admirals, now lit up with images broadcast from Kinyen. Sephis found himself drawn to the nearest, a scene from low orbit taken by a satellite.
Far below, the boxy shape of a Bothan assault cruiser passed over the patches of land, and as it did so, everything underneath it glowed. The screen flicked off, jumping to a new scene: A shot from the top of a skyscraper in one of Kinyen's major cities. It looked as though shimmering rain was falling from the sky from a distance, but whatever the "rain" touched exploded and erupted in flames. Buildings melted, slumped over, and then bubbled down into a mix of asphalt, concrete and sand.
The camera wavered as a blue haze began to build up near it, and then it the scene melted. Static filled the screen. Then another live feed appeared. Red battery fire struck a river, sending up a giant cloud of steam as the water was vaporized. Then something flashed by on-screen.
"They're attacking," Sephis said, astound and humored.
Sephis pointed to the smaller screen, and a communications officer, somewhere on the bridge, obliged him. Tiny dots, airspeeders or space fighters-- Sephis wasn't sure which-- swirled around a corvette. It was like watching flies assault a grenade. Turret-fire darted out from the sides of the corvette over a burning city, swatting the tiny craft out of the sky with ease. Nothing could stop the vitrification of Kinyen. The will of the Empire had been done.
"You realize that this isn't how we'll be attacking Anaxes, don't you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 10:12 am
Tython - Jedi Temple The Mandalorian was lying to her and she knew that. Any Force user could tell that. She sighed in exasperation and slapped her hips. "That is the worst excuse I've ever heard. Even a ten year old learner could detect that lie." She crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her hip. Sighing, she uncrossed her arms and brushed a lock of her blonde hair from her face. She fixed her eyes on the Mandalorian with the broadsword. "What's the real reason soldier?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:36 pm
Missing Score
Cole stared at the Knight Rahl for a moment more with his big, bug, compound eyes and twitched his antennas up and down. He really wished they would help him with this. Between a supposed now-missing friend of the Grand Master's and rumored Sith possibly being, or have been, on Coruscant, Cole suddenly wished he was back trying to reluctantly prosecute Armina Rahl again. The past several hours had just become mess after mess after mess. Cole wasn't even sure he knew where to begin looking for the Sith.
"while they were here?>" Cole asked. "Was it military operations? Assassinations? Political?>"
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:46 pm
Tython, Jedi Temple
Seron opened his mouth slightly to speak, but nothing sprang to mind immediately. With that tone of voice of hers, this Jedi was clearly a knight, or a master or some sort. He was looking at a superior officer. Seron switched off the cortosis weave and let his sword clatter to the floor. He snapped to, stood at attention and explained.
"Ma'am! My unit can't keep up with me, ma'am!"
Seron blushed. This was embarrassing. He felt like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And now he was being judged by a Jedi knight or a Jedi master, possibly facing expulsion from the Mandalorian forces that were stationed here. Where was he supposed to go after that?
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 8:40 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Sighing, Anya dropped her arms to her sides and plucked her training saber from her hip. "Look, whatever," she said in exasperation. Stepping away from the door, Anya walked to one of the training modules. "Just don't get in my way. I have my Apprentice trials soon and I need to complete my training." She activated a specific module and readied in an offensive stance. Rolling her eyes, she looked at the Mandalorian. "Just because you're a Mandalorian doesn't mean you can use our training facilities. And I doubt you're better than the whole Mando army. Unless you were he Mandalore." She sighed and waited for the countdown to finish.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:07 am
Tython, Jedi Temple
Just don't get in my way," the Jedi ordered. "I have my apprentice trials soon and I need to complete my training."
Oh... So, she wasn't his superior officer. Technically, since padawans didn't carry any authority in their order, that meant that they didn't technically carry any authority over the Mandalorians. Seron was safe from punishment... So long as she didn't tell whoever her master was.
"Yes, ma'am!" Seron barked. "I'll get out of your way, ma'am!"
Seron turned and slid his vibrosword into bag as fast as he could. He zipped the bag, hoisted it over his shoulder double-timed it to the exit. He was at the door when the padawan spoke again.
"Just because you're a Mandalorian doesn't mean you can use our training facilities," the padawan continued, lecturing him.
A training module was beginning. Seron could hear the chimes counting down before the simulation began.
"I doubt you're better than the whole Mandalorian army," the padawan commented. "Unless you were the Mandalore..."
Seron tensed. Memory flashed back to when he had tried to claim the title at his uncle's behest. A challenge to the old Mandalore, the clash of blades, and a tyrannical victor sparing his life for his own amusement.
"No, ma'am," Seron replied, glancing at the padawan coldy. "I was not the Mandalore, ma'am."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:55 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple She could tense the tension and the unhappiness radiating from the Mandalorian and a wave of regret washed over her. She let out a heavy sigh and looked back at him. "Look, I'm sorry. I was rude and I clearly touched a sensitive nerve. I'm just a little... distrustful, I guess. If you want... I could turn up the difficulty setting on the module and you could participate." She flashed a half smile at the Mandalorian. The teachers were always scolding her because of her rudeness and this gesture of kindness might be enough to get them off her back, or at least prevent her from making an enemy of this Mandalorian. She had enough enemies in the Temple already.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 12:54 pm
Tython, Jedi Temple
Seron turned to leave. His hand was on the console to open the door.
"Look, I'm sorry," the padawan said. "I was rude and I clearly touched a sensitive nerve. I'm just a little... Distrustful, I guess... If you want... I could turn up the difficulty setting on the module and you could participate."
Seron shouldn't have even considered it. Seron should have politely insisted on leaving the Jedi Temple immediately, like he was supposed to. But this was coming from a Jedi. If she had been a Jedi Knight or a Master, Seron would have considered that an order. Was it so far-fetched to imagine that he could mistake this padawan someone of greater authority?
Jedi didn't read minds without permission. They only read emotions. Something about protecting the sanctity of the mind. He knew he could pass it off that way to a Jedi.
"Yes, ma'am," Seron replied stiffly. "Thank you, ma'am."
Seron marched over to a corner of the room behind the padawan and set down his duffel bag again. Gently, he unzipped his bag and slipped out the vibrosword. He examined it for a moment, then activated the cortosis weave and brandished it in the stance that he had the first time he'd retrieved it-- with the end facing forward and the sharp edge facing the ceiling.
"Colonel Crodo, reporting for duty, ma'am."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:37 pm
Point Nadir
"Then we'd better find a place to stay at." She said, slowing her pace as she figured they'd gotten away far enough. To keep running would only rise suspicion's anyway. "I'd rather not stay at the ship right now." The reason for it was obvious. Though they hadn't seen her, the stunt she had pulled at the docking bay would've drawn away more than enough security to that point. They would probably still be looking around there for any clues as to whom might have sabotaged their systems and she didn't feel like getting randomly picked out for questioning over the matter.
In response to his questions, she merely gave him a quick smile, she didn't think she really needed to explain and she certainly wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting her to play along with his games. That little acknowledgment to his inquiry was all he would get out of her concerning the subject.
"Anyway..." She began, getting back to the matters at hand. "Keeping our heads down is good for the moment," She agreed, adding a slight nod. "but that means in three days we'll go in unprepared." She came to halt completely this time, taking a careful look around to assure herself that there really wasn't anyone looking for them. It felt... quiet enough.
"I'm not a big fan of improv." She noted, looking back to him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 1:50 pm
Point Nadir
Kal came to a halt just in front of Daesha, wondering why she had stopped.
"I'm not a big fan of improv..."
Kal arched an eyebrow ever so slightly. Since when? Kal had always been a fan of improv.
"What are you worried about?" Kal asked. "You'll infiltrate Zietta's party, keeping a close eye on her and making sure she's occupied while I sneak into lair and wait for her to arrive. You get caught, they think the threat's over with, and I swoop in and take over the situation. It's the old bait and switch, just like we always do."
Kal was breathing heavily. He hadn't been using the Force to augment his travels. He'd been running purely on muscle power. Lactic acid burned in his legs and shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:33 pm
Anaxes
Freedom.
She pondered the thought of it, but moved quick enough to follow when the Anzat beckoned her to. She though she knew quite well what Mab had meant by that and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. In a way it frightened her, though she felt unclear as to why exactly it would. Perhaps simply because everything felt so unknown to her, or perhaps her mind tried to warn her of things she should have remembered.
Either way, her full attention went to Mab the moment she began to speak. The blonde didn't dare a miss a thing from which she might learn, no matter how trivial the information might appear to be. Something told Irella that nothing this woman ever said was trivial.
"Do you know who I am referring to when I speak of the Sith?"
Her eyes darted away from the Sith's gaze. "Y-You... the Dark Lord?" The answer she had given hadn't been the one that had come to her, it had been the one she felt more comfortable with. Still, the pressure of standing there so quietly, with those piercing yellow eyes looking straight at her was stronger than the fear of knowing. She shouldn't have to be afraid of knowing. She couldn't afford to be.
She had woken on the Corruo. There'd been images, voices and feelings, but nothing concrete. She was scared because, at that time, all three of those had carried with them pain. She didn't want to hurt, she wanted to live. She had to be prepared for whatever had been the cause of this damage, for whatever might try again.
"Was..." She took a short pause, taking a quick breath as her eyes focused back on those of Mabysyn. "Am I... Sith?"
Her attention on the Sith had been so focused, she'd never even heard or saw Mae approach until the Bimm had spoken. She wasn't quite sure if she even wanted to get off the ship, if she dared set foot on Anaxes, but she knew she had to. For now, however, she kept her eyes on the Anzat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:16 pm
To Anaxes
Rokumasu wasn't quite sure how to take the woman's question. Her mention of freedom threw him off. Did she really consider this to be freedom, or consider him to be free? He doubted there was any sincerity in what she asked. It was impossible for Roku to know for certain what freedom was, or if such a thing even existed. If it did exist, he hoped for all life and existence everywhere the galaxy could do better.
"You think this is free? Ask me that question again, when I'm on my own ship, choosing my own destinations."
Rokumasu realized that he came off as cold, keeping a distance between himself and his new acquaintance, but he had always been that way. Nar Shadaa was unforgiving to those who trusted others, a lesson he learned well. He knew that not everyone he met was going to have ill intentions towards him, and that some would be good, honest people. However, he did not believe she turn out to be such an individual.
Even if he did have his own vessel, he knew not where he would go. If Coruscant wasn't the answer, where else could he go? He wouldn't mention any of this to anyone, especially not her. Rokumasu wasn't the strongest individual in the galaxy, and he was not without fear, but looking at him you would not know it. Even at this moment, where he is concerned about his life and his future. Even now as he questions why he should continue to preserve his own life, he hides it all behind his strong personality. If he let such doubts show so easily, he would never have survived this long, and he wasn't about to die yet. Not until he had discovered his past, or caught a glimpse of the reason behind this nagging feeling. The feeling of leaving something unfinished.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 8:15 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Anya slipped out of her offensive stance and moved over to the computer to adjust the scenario. She changed the program to a duel fighter scenario and upped the difficulty. Returning to her position, she resumed her offensive stance. "Our objective is to defeat the attacking forces and then defend the holographic version of Head of State Solo and her husband Han. Understand?" she asked, knowing full well he knew what she meant. She could sense unease and confusion in his surface thoughts and was probably wondering how he could confuse a learner for a Knight or master. She smirked inwardly.
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