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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:15 pm
??? - Red Birth
Gizmos and gadgets rocked and rolled along the durasteel plating that made up the interior floor of Malo's commandeered, Mon Calamari engineered, freighter as she raced down one hall and then another. Her quarry, an aging rust bucket in sore need of memory-core repair, maintained its pace just ahead of her reach each time she came near him.
"Don't make me get physical, Querty!" She yelled, exasperated with the droid's stubbornness. "I built you and I can dismantle you too, so help me!"
A whistle of disapproval emitted from behind her as she paused to catch her breath and Malo glanced over at the protocol droid she hadn't had time to equip with a voice synthesizer box yet. It still understood her, however, and took to patronizing her more than she'd like. Something else she'd get around to modifying, perhaps, but more pressing concern was Querty's failing memory. "Don't look at me like that. You know I didn't mean it."
Turning back to the corridor she'd just passed she paused, squinting at one of the few smuggling bolt holes that had been installed at Eden's behest. One of them appeared to be loose.
"Funny thing about droids." She said to the protocol droid, though her attention was on her deliberate pace and the hole before her in the wall. "They're not ninjas!" Malo cried with a laugh, flinging the door open with a flourish and snatching the droid before it could fly away. "Hold still!" She demanded, though the struggling droid had not intention of doing so. Wrestling it down to the floor against its hover controls took all of her weight and then only pinning it between her thighs as she knelt on the floor kept it still. She almost had him, too, but just as she raised her micropoint to the exposed circuitry a sharp lancing pain met the inside of her arm and the hand fell numb.
Cursing, Malo stood and kicked the droid into the air where it spun and whirred, squealing as it went around the corner past the shaking head of Jeremy. "Don't blame me if you go space-crazy in our next jump, bucket of bolts!" She yelled after him angrily, sucking on her numb fingers, and then turned back to her small personal quarters. A message was waiting for her and, with her good hand, she answered it.
""
Malo hesitated, bringing up a holo display of the stars surrounding her current location. She'd always been a brilliant pilot and the sight of the star formations told her where she was and, in relation to where Point Nadir's sun was, how soon she could be there.
"Twelve hours by official routes, eight by less."
""
The communications clicked off before Malo could answer and she sighed, breathed a "Yes ma'am." under her breath and returned to the corridor heading for the cockpit.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:24 pm
Nar Shadaa, Jekk'Jekk Tarr
"Make it eight. I'll send you more instructions through Point Nadir's holo terminal." Eden commanded, clicking off the COM once she was finished. The Quarren groaned and she turned away, flicking blood off the smooth surface of her knife before sheathing it back into her boot. She was as unconcerned with the state she was leaving the private booth in as she was the potential witnesses on this rock. None of them were significant, all of them puny, and she knew how to deal with questions.
Not that any were ever asked on Nar Shadaa.
The cantina keeper tried to avoid her gaze when she entered the main room but she snapped her white fingers and he looked, bristling at her tone. "Give me the data disks for the surveillance." She said, and though she could see he was less than happy about it he did as she asked without voicing his concerns. Pleased at his compliance she left him a voucher for payment, more than enough for the entire room she'd just violated, and then some for disposal of the body.
"Thanks for your hospitality." She said dismissively, leaving the patrons to their drinks. Nothing made her happier than to work alone, in peace, without interruption.
I love this planet. She thought to herself, leaving the premises.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:35 pm
Tython, Jedi Temple
Satisfied, Seron make a motion that he'd understood the Jedi. He simply hauled over the crates and ran towards the nearest simulated trooper. The simulation turned and tried to hit Seron with the butt of his rifle, knowing full well that the shot would go wild if it decided to try to aim and fire at such close range. Seron took one quick step back, brought his sword up on his left just as he had before, and brought it across the simulation.
Cortosis hummed at a high pitch as Seron tore into the droid. It wasn't easy. A vibrosword wasn't the same as a lightsaber. Seron had done enough damage, however, to render the simulation dead. The hologram faded and sparks and smoke emanated out of the training droid as it sank to its knees. Two more simulated troopers turned to take aim.
Thinking in self-preservation, Seron twisted his weapon to get the blade stuck into the droid, leveraged it up to its full height, and stomped quickly over to the two droids, giving off a small roar of determination and frustration from the weight of the droid and the need to get close to the other two quickly. The simulations fired, stun rounds scarring the broken droid Seron was carrying. Seron closed the gap. He maneuvered the droid out of his way with the sword and kicked the nearest simulation hard in the shin with his boot. The droids leg buckled, but it wasn't disabled.
Seron placed his other boot on the disabled droid and stamped down it on. Hard. Seron pulled his sword and, the droid's frame gave way. Seron brought his sword up and swung, droid parts dangling off of the cortosis field. The sword hit the simulation like a blunt weapon, and the "trooper" was forced to look away for a moment. Seron swung again, across its midsection, the droid parts finally sliding off, and slicing across the droids chestplate, tearing into circuits.
Seron swung horizontally once more, finally knocking the droid to the side. With an adrenaline fueled roar, Seron stepped onto and over the falling droid and slashed down against the next one, straining his muscles as he cut into metal and wires, and then finally exhausting himself as he twisted and dragged upward. The hologram flickered and faded and the droid fell down onto its back. The last three left in the simulation turned and aimed at him. The rest was up to the padawn.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:41 pm
Hyperspace.
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------ Sam straightened quickly, bringing her hands to wipe away the tears that had managed to fall, and breathed in deeply to regain her composure. It took a moment to smooth away the wetness on her face, but once she had she nodded.
"Time. I just need time." Another moment, a shaky breath, and she continued. "I'm sorry, Ronyo." Sorry for her lack of control, for his loss, for being such a wreck. "I don't know what I will be able to do to help yet, but when I'm ready you know I will be there for you - it's the least I could do."
And it was, truly, for all the times he had been there for her - both past and future Sams. She wouldn't be able to see him die again.
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[ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ]
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 4:40 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Anya could sense the Mandalorian's movements as he disabled several of the training droids. Meanwhile, she was busy dealing with several of them herself. She caught a blaster bolt on her hand and flinched as the sting spread through her saber hand. She turned and slashed through the training droid that fired the shot. Cursing in her mind, she back flipped just as several more shots struck the wall. She hit the wall and leapt from their, cleaving the head off another droid. Flipping her blade into a reserve position, she used the Force to speed herself up as she ran at one of the droids. As she passed it, she sliced at its side, dropping the droid. The last droid squeezed off two shots before Anya was on it. Firing at close range, the droid advanced on the young Jedi. Anya used the droid's own shots to drop it to the deck. The scene started to change once again, with Chief of State Solo and her husband Han Solo advanced in. They were exchanging fire with several more stormtroopers who were also advancing into the scene. Anya leapt forward, falling into a defensive position near the HVT. "Colonel, I'll protect the targets! Deal with the remaining troops!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 6:39 pm
Tython, Jedi Temple
Seron breathed in sharply and stood up straight, catching a second wind at the change of scenery. He gripped his sword with both hands and charged at the simulations, running towards the one in the back. If he could take a few out from behind, before he drew much attention to himself, then that should take some of the heat off of the Jedi.
Seron brought his sword up to the right and swung hard to left, slicing across one training droid's torso. Then he twisted-- a dangerous and risky move that he executed without thinking-- brought his sword up while his back was turned, and brought it down on the droids hit, splitting it into two. But, still the droid did not fall. Surely, nearly harmless by now, Seron didn't want to take any chances. He tore his vibrosword out of the droid's head, brought it back with one hand and stabbed into one of the open wounds that he'd created. Sparks flew and a fire light inside of the machine.
Seron turned on the next droid as dropped, burning. In a rush of adrenaline, Seron let out a battle cry and jabbed his sword into another one of the simulation's backs... And the sword bounced. Seron faltered back. He was running out of strength. There was a reason why Mandalorians rarely used melee weapons in live combat weapons. They... Well, first of all, they didn't have lightsabers, and second of all, firearms and explosive munitions were so much more destructive, while draining far less energy out of their users.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:30 pm
Red Birth. Point Nadir Space Docks.
Engines purred and echoed low throughout the Red Birth as it eased out of the tunnel leading to the city and into the wide expanse that was appropriately named 'the Slips.' It had been a minor eye opener for her once she'd been directed to land by the port authorities because, though she'd never been to Point Nadir, she was well aware that this route was for luxury and/or Hutt vessel. No matter, though, she'd land where they told her to.
Malo frowned only slightly at the landing, disappointed that it required only a fraction of her concentration. She enjoyed challenging tasks, but so far her contact, Eden, had reserved her for nothing more that meet and greets, pick-ups and drop-offs and one scavenging run. Though it did mean that she'd travelled farther in the past year than she had in her service with the Republic and Jedi combined, she still felt held back. Not that she hadn't felt held back by both her former occupations, and not that she was particularly craving the bloody wet work that usually accompanied the higher paying jobs, but she wanted more.
"Mind the ship, Jeremy." She said, passing the protol droid and pausing only to de-activate the chip that restricted the droid from harming humanoid life forms. As she trekked the short walk down the tubular shaped hallway from cockpit to the boarding ramp she heard the whirring of Querty's anti-grav ring thrusters behind her and she said nothing, as accustomed to the droid's accompaniment as she was her lightsaber's tap tap tap at her thigh as she walked. Both usually gained notice from those around her but, as it were under Eden's employ, notice was usually good. If she wasn't getting noticed then Eden would have no use for her.
No one greeted her outside, but she wasn't surprised. She wasn't their typical customer. "Why the detour from the Tethers?" She asked casually to the attendant as she paid the docking fee.
"Out of order." The alien said in garberated galactic common.
"Oh." Malo replied, raising an eyebrow but keeping her curiosity to herself as the alien ushered her away. He was obviously unhappy that a roughed up looking spacer had contacts smart and powerful enough to have checked her way through to the planet before her arrival. Thanks, Eden.
Dressed comfortably in soft boots, corellian style leggings and a basic vest, Malo shrugged into a fur-lined jacket and brought the collar up to her chin to cover most of the scars around her throat. She knew she looked more like she should be on Hoth, but these outer-rim planets all felt cold to her Coruscant-native skin. Plus, the jacket concealed her lightsaber so no one would assume she was a Jedi - another plus on a crime based planet.
The usual traffic met her eyes at a quick glance while she waited for an attendant to bring her own speeder around, a comfort she afforded herself with the size of the Red Birth to herself, and she settled her thoughts to reach with the force. Some fear, intimidation, plenty of bad intentions... nothing at all out of the ordinary for a planet like Point Nadir.
A whistle from Querty announced the arrival of her speeder and she smiled at the attendant, which was ignored, and allowed Querty to settle into the customized compartment she'd built for him. "Connect to the holonet, Querty." She said, and only a short moment passed before he made the connection. A trivial message played in three different languages - the only one she recognized being Huttese - explaining the charge that the Epsis group required for all off-world holonet accesses, which she ignored. Eden would have that covered as well, no doubt. The message waiting her was marked in the code she'd been taught and, after downloading it, Querty decrypted it and played it.
''
The message went on and Malo downloaded it to a discreet data-disc which she slipped into the inside of her jacket when it had finished. With a sigh, she slipped into the speeder and merged with the minimal city traffic, making her way towards the Hutt's palace.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:50 pm
Point Nadir
One foot took a nervous step back, her arm slightly rising above her waist, near defensively. Just like they always did, he said, but not with those they usually did it too. The closer they'd come to Point Nadir, the closer they had been to their target, al the more careful she had seemed to become. Subtly, at first, but now it had come to a point where she couldn't hide her distress any longer.
"Look!"
The tone of her voice was a surprise to herself as well, as was the hand she quickly lowered now with which she had poked him in the chest as she was about to make her point. She had snapped at him. She'd been annoyed with him at times, she'd gotten angry at him before, but she had never raised her voice like this before. Something had her off her game.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, okay?"
She had lowered her voice significantly, a hint of shame in her voice as she kept her eyes to the floor. She had always managed to keep her calm in any given situation, no matter with who or whatever matter it was. Insults, provocations, she had always laughed them off. This sort of mentality had always been her strong point, especially in verbal discussions, though it had it's merits in combat. This felt like a moment of weakness, a moment she preferred to bury as soon as possible.
"Let's just find you a place to rest, okay?" She suggested as she eyed him once more, stubbornly steering the topic away from her outburst. She never mentioned much about her past or feelings, this was one of those times she wouldn't budge in that subject once more.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 1:52 pm
Anaxes
A shiver had ran down her spine as she walked down the loading ramp. There was a cold and dark aura about this place, an energy that came down harsh upon you were you not expecting it. Irella guessed this signified the presence of whomever it was that Mabysyn had come to look for here. She didn't very much like it, yet in a way it felt strangely familiar, though like many things she couldn't quite place it.
Mab's referral to Irella as sister had gotten a quick smile from the blonde's lips, one she had quickly tried to hide again. It was pleasant to hear, to know she at least still had this connection with someone from a life she could hardly realize, let alone remember. Though, it also made her wonder just how long she had known the Anzat before all this and most importantly, how well.
Part of the reason for wondering about it, had to do with the way how the Anzat sometimes looked at her. It was a look from which she could not in the least guess what the Sith was thinking about. It made her feel somewhat awkward, or perhaps that was just because of the cryptic answer she had gotten to her question.
She realized she probably wasn't anything like her old self at the moment, guessing that depending on how things developed from this point, Irella would have to decide for herself what she wanted. Doubt, however, lingered in her mind still about whether or not this was the true meaning behind those words. It had something to do with how the Anzat sometimes looked at her.
She had never really liked it when people didn't get straight to the point with her, not because she'd have real difficulty with figuring it out, but she felt that too often it was used at inappropriate times. In her opinion, anyway. This had been the case especially when she had grown up at the-
The moment she had caught herself thinking about it, she lost her train of thought and the memories seemed to dissipate. Whatever bridge she had subconsciously created to her locked mind had crumbled the moment she had tried to maintain it with the strength borrowed from Mab. Her past was still with her, that much was certain now, but how could she reach that part of herself. This small bit had been from thoughtless annoyance, perhaps she simply needed to find the right catalyst to trigger her old memories and strength. Then again, such was an easy thing to say. For now, she'd put her hope in Mabysyn.
"Right…" The blonde reluctantly agreed. "Let's go." She said, the words spoken more to talk some courage into herself then they were directed at the Anzat. She really didn't like the feel of this planet.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:18 pm
Missing ScoreCole turned to face Kennero as he spoke. He exhaled dejectedly as the Jedi knight finally put his foot down about the both of their intentions, and requested they aid from afar.
"" Cole said reluctantly, turning back to face the display for a moment.
He gazed at the frozen image, wishing briefly that the Jedi Order was back here, on Coruscant, acting as a willing investigatory and judicial organization for the Republic once again. Things would certainly be easier that way. Cole tore his gaze away from the display and stood up out of his chair.
"" Cole replied. ""
This was the conversation Cole had decided to put off earlier.
"" Cole stated.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:15 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Anyanka deftly reached the targets and caught several blaster bolts on her saber, reflecting them at their origins. She reached out and pushed several opponents to the ground, leaping towards them and quickly disabling them. Glancing towards the Mandalorian, she smirked as she saw him starting to tire out. She backflipped over one of the simulations and cleaved its head off. The droid fell smoking to the floor. Breathing a little heavily, she looked around and stepped over to the simulations of the HVTs. "Please come with sir and madam. I'll escort you to your shuttle." The two looked at each other nodded. She turned her head to look at the Mandalorian. "We move to the landing platform next. We'll be assaulted by waves of troops while the freighter powers up."
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:13 pm
Hyperspace -> Tython Orbit -> Jedi Temple/ Defender - Meditation Chamber, Hanger
Time. It was the easiest present to give someone but could also be the hardest if patients was not already within. Luckily that's was Jedi did best and Ronyo had tried his hardest to become a physical symbol of the Jedi. It was something that seemed the order had little of within the past few years, even during the time of the brood there were those who fell to the power of the darkside because they thought it would be a quicker solution. Indeed the light of the galaxy that was the Jedi had seemed pretty dim for some time, but from Ronyo's perspective it was just a lull before that light shined brighter than ever before. Turning back to Sam the Jedi smiled warmly and nodded his head.
"Of course Sam, but you really don't owe me anything. Actually it should be me who owes you if anything. You taught me and helped be part of what molded me into what I am today, if not for you I would likely be just another grunt with the Republic military. Either way it seems to be just another sign that the force has interesting plans for all of us, even if we don't understand them or even agree with them at first."
It was then Omega appeared once again at the door and relayed that they had arrived at Tython finally. With a smile that was actually brighter than it had been in a long time Ronyo stood up and made his way to the cockpit and checked the gages. Seeing Omega was spot on in his observation made Ronyo once again think about teaching the wolf how to fly, for as long as Omega had been with him he had not crashed once and a few years ago that was unheard of for Ronyo. As the old styled Corellian Corvette made its way closer to the Jedi home world the COM lit up with the Tython orbital station calling in. Ronyo pressed the button to establish the link and responded.
"This is Jedi Grand Master Ronyo Storm requesting permission to enter Tython atmosphere. Transmitting clearance codes now, current total occupants are myself Omega and one long overdue visitor, Former Grand Master Sam-El Joelk."
The COM was silent for a moment at the mention of the former Grand Master's name. Likely the station's crew was relaying the info to the council at the moment and verifying the clearance codes. With a few of the loyal Mandolorian's from the now retired Nexus operating as security for the station the whole thing was likely going through a ringer of military procedures, not a bad thing really but it took its time.
"This is Tython Orbital Station you have clearance Grand Master, welcome home."
"Thank you Station, no place like it."
The ship made its way through the planets orbit and then past high overhead of the oceans as Ronyo thought it best to take the roundabout route to the temple. Sam could get a nice scenic view of the beauty that was Tython. With any luck she would see it just how Ronyo had those years ago when he first crashed on the lost world. Within a few moments they had made it to the temple and approached from a high angle towards the hanger. In what seemed like but a hearts beat the ship was touched down and the repulsers turning off and letting gravity take over. Standing up from the pilots seat Ronyo made his way to the boarding ramp as it was being lowered where he waited for Sam.
"Welcome to Tython Sam, I would say it's a bit overdue but trust me it's worth the wait," Ronyo waved a hand as the ramp lowered and allowed the former Grand Master to exit first.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:35 am
Predator, Bridge
Sephis raised an eyebrow. He was about to make a retort against Morbella when he realized that this actually wasn't a small act for him. In fact, this was his first act of large scale wanton destruction. Not even when he was in the Navy had he been held responsible for this much death. And technically, in the end, the later Admiral Talon could be blamed solely for this, as her visage and influence had been used to authorize this burning.
As Morbella ordered that these communications be broadcast into her quarters, Sephis realized how he was little more than a trained pup compared to the Empire. What if Lady Ensis, the Grand Admiral or some other nameless superior had ordered the burning of his homeworld, Qiilura? Sephis knew he wouldn't abide by those orders for the sake of power, his beliefs, or a demonstration. He would flash out his lightsaber and fight to the death against every last man and woman that attempted to carry out such orders.
Now Sephis was fiery, and angry. He steeled himself, however. This was not his homeworld. This was for the sake of annihilating a second, and possibly more stable Sith Order. A second Order of Sith, that did not answer to the authority and power of the Empire, could not be allowed to exist. This planet's destruction was ample of warning of what the Empress, and Sephis, were willing to do to protect themselves. This was necessary. Sephis, however, knew that he could not do what was necessary.
Sephis turned from the screens, as one by one they winked out. He strode over the XO, Xang and placed a hand on his shoulder. And spoke softly.
"We will not burn the worlds of our enemies," Sephis stated, counter to the apparent actions of today. "We are going fight to the last man against them."
Sephis took his hand off of his shoulder, and paced slowly toward the elevator. He did not care about Xang's reaction, and would certainly not have replied to anything he offered in response. Sephis only wished to retire his quarters to meditate on the events to come. Darth Venia's reckoning would be coming soon.
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