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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 6:25 pm
Tython, Jedi Temple
"We move to the landing platform next," the padawan explained. "We'll be assaulted by waves of troops while the freighter powers up."
Seron froze in disbelief, for a moment. A mandalorian with a vibrosword and a Jedi padawan, defending against droves of stormtroopers? There was no way they were surviving this. Unless... One thing you never did was never leave your rifle at home in the military. You bring it to the mess hall with you. You bring it to mission briefings with you. You sleep with it. You must have your rifle with you at all times.
Seron turned his duffel, resting against the simulated wall a few yards behind them.
"Understood, ma'am!" Seron said turning and running. "Getting set up now!"
Seron came to a halt quickly, knelt down and set his sword on the ground, not bothering to properly replace it in his bag. Instead, he used both hands to heft up a KX-80 rifle out of his bag, spinning on the ball of his foot so he could run back to the padawan's current position. Even the two of them got overwhelmed, the rifle would take down more troopers, and it firing the weapon would be less exhausting than swinging his sword around all over the place.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 1:44 pm
Missing Score.
Kennero almost didn't hear the Commander's words after the mention of release, but when he realized that yet another tactic to keep Armina and himself aboard the space station was being raised his frustration rose to the front. With no pangs to his conscience, he summoned the force and applied it strongly to the Commander along with his Falleen pheromones once again.
"Grandmaster Storm is the Jedi you wish to speak to concerning diplomatic arrangements." True, Armina Rahl was the diplomatic representative of the Order, but she did not make decisions for the Grandmaster. She was the voice of the Order and could only speak on decisions that had been made by the Grandmaster.
"Our delay has gone on long enough." He continued, more Persuasion wrapped about the apparent agreement with the Commander's own words. He might have gone on longer but for the alert at his COM that a message had come for him. Releasing the Commander from the force, Kennero looked at Mina meaningfully. '<The emergency signal; a message from Cloak and Dagger.>'
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 1:45 pm
Predator
Morbella sat still on the edge of the bed in her quarters surrounded by the dead. Holonet communications from the planet had been re-routed through the fleet’s communications officers until the sources of the signals could be determined, leaving the Predator a great echo of the ghosts below. A signal delay of approximately thirteen minutes was enough for the Lieutenant to assure herself that the voices of the dying were truly the voices of the dead and that there was nothing she could do for them; a cold comfort.
You should have said no, Bella.She told herself. When the Admiral had proposed this mission she’d accepted, and why – to forestall her final judgement, of course. So now she was alive, but she’d cut out her soul to ensure it. There are worse things than dying.
Shakily, she approached the discreet computer terminal across the chambers and entered her own decrypted code into the machine - a combination of the Admiral’s codes she’d been taught, enough that the code could be recognized by any skilled Imperial technician, but not enough that those technicians would be able to decrypt it easily. In fact, no technician would attempt unless under orders and those orders would not come from her.
Using the hololink that remained to the fleet, Morbella stood back for the machine to capture her image while she spoke.
“By now you will have heard rumours of an Imperial fleet massing and heading towards the Core. These rumours are correct. I’ve been put at the head of it by the Grand Admiral on the Corruo, either a twist of fate or your Force at work... I never know which.”
The Gurlannin paused, taking a deep breath before continuing so that her voice would not break with her emotions.
“If you follow these rumours you will undoubtedly connect them to the outrage and fear that will be sparked by our actions today. You have to know that Kinyen will not be the last world that the Empire marks on this mission. The Corellian trade spire runs along many planets, and each of those planets will be given the choice to joine the Empire or suffer the same fate. Corellia itself and other stronger planets have been Imperial since Venia’s reign and the Admiral does not anticipate any significant resistance until we reach Anaxes.”
“If you have people on these planets,” Morbella’s voice dropped and her tone weighed with heavy sincerity, “Then get them out. This fleet will not stop until Anaxes and it will burn anyone that gets in its way.”
She shut down the recording then, shaking at her own words before returning to the computer to send the message. The planet would be considered neutralized soon, but not before the message made it through.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 2:00 pm
Hyperspace. --------------------------------
------ Ronyo’s words were kind but, under the circumstances, they felt like drops of water in an ocean. But even a single drop will make a ripple, she reminded herself, standing to follow Ronyo and Omega from the meditation room and into the cockpit. She hung back to allow Ronyo room for his piloting, but near enough that she could see the planet when it came into view.
It was temperate to her eyes, though she could not say for certain until they’d reached atmosphere and begun entering the stratosphere. Oceans sprawled before her of a deeper blue than she’d ever seen, even on Dathomir where the oceans were more violet than blue, while the control tower met and greeted Ronyo’s presence. The hint of a smile played across her lips while he spoke with them, but that smile was for Tython. She remembered when her own former master had revealed to her the rumoured locations of Tython, when he’d directed her in the search for it and trusted it to her – and she in turn had trusted those maps with Ronyo who had not failed her or the Order.
As they crossed the mountainous ranges and deep, dark green forests of trees and flora that was strange to her eyes, she could only imagine having been here before the Order, when the planet was as naked and new as an infant, and a swell of pride rose within her for Ronyo. He had become so much more than she had ever dreamed for him and that reality was now sinking in. On Naboo he had been her friend, and during their travel he’d been her former padawan, but now she saw him for who he’d become: the Grandmaster of the Jedi.
Her deep grey eyes lightened with the beauty of the planet and, even as the ship docked on a circular pad to the temple, they took in everything. The architecture of the temple hanger itself was new, but the temple had older architecture as well – surviving remnants of the Order from ages past, she suspected. It reminded her of Ossus which temporarily filled her heart with sadness, but it passed. Ossus was gone, but the Order had survived.
As she reached the ground, feeling Tython beneath her feet, she was reminded of the first time she’d set foot on Coruscant with Kai’le. “The Planet Song is even more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed.” And it was, powerful and magnificent, the song filled her heart and seemed to reach into her with a tenderness and nurturing that she was surprised to find. If any place could bring new life to the Jedi, then this was it.
-------- [ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ] --------
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 2:12 pm
Anaxes . Seeker...
xxxxx░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ Companion to our demons They will dance and we will play With chairs, candles, and clothXXXXXXXX Making darkness in the day
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Venia was here, alright, Mab was so sure of it that until the blonde spoke she had forgotten her presence. Silly Mabysyn, you can't forget her...
With a flourish born of both impatience and sudden dramatics, in an excitement that accompanied the thrill of reality catching up to her, Mab twirled with a laugh. "I thought you would never ask, sister!" For a moment she lost herself in that twirl, dancing to music that only she could hear, and in a pass near Irella she caught the other woman's wrist in her own hand strongly. "Your wish--"
In that same moment, she envisioned Validus' palace - sprawling towers of the blackest night, sparkling red against the speeder and swoop bike engines that passed it in traffic, and glittering with the stars that were still visible in the thin atmo of its elevation - and they were there. At the far end of the palace's long receiving area for ships and visitors, and midst a company of guardians.
"Is my command." She finished with feral grin, her dance becoming deadly as she dispatched first one, then a second, and the third and fourth of Massassi guardians with deadly accuracy and a drunken power gained from sensing Venia's presence. The blur of blackness, darkness and herself in violent frenzy, stilled and she smiled at those guardian's she had left.
"Take me to your leader."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 2:35 pm
Missing Score
Cole was about to put the two Jedi in their place. He was about to establish Republic authority for them, where they already should have acknowledged it in the first place. This was Republic space. For such professed allies of the Republic, these two had seemed to be quite frustrated and indifferent to that fact.
But then he had a change of heart. What was the problem? Why did he have to put his foot down against these two honorable Jedi? There were only acting the way they thought best. Clearly, Cole had made some kind of mistake.
"Grand Master Storm is the Jedi you wish to speak to concerning diplomatic arrangements," Knight Aedos said.
Yes, the dear Grand Master was the Jedi Cole needed to speak to. Whatever concerns he may or may not have had about the Jedi he could voice to Storm, later. Knight Rahl was the appointed diplomat, and could speak on his behalf for a number of things, but this wasn't a big deal right now. The Jedi had stayed for more than their fair share of time here.
"Our delay has gone on long enough," Knight Aedos continued.
Yes, that was exactly what Cole here was thinking. Silly of him to have ever thought otherwise. A small, high-pitched beeping came off of a device on the Jedi's belt. Cole didn't know what it was, but he assumed it was an alert of some sort. Mostly likely just a pre-recorded message, or a transmission, awaiting his reception.
"" Cole said, still feeling very much agreeable. "It appears as though I've kept you for too long. I should be speeding you along the way. Would you require a fighter escort out of the system, perhaps? The Coruscant system is hardly a hostile environment, but you never know what might pop out at you these days... Like these Sith!>"
Cole was... Cheery. Cole hadn't been cheery for a long time in his life. Probably not since he'd last spent time with his family, and that was over year ago. It felt unusual to him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:12 pm
[ The Missing Score ]
Mina's expression shifts subtly -- so subtly only Kennero could tell, if he were looking, but he more likely picks up the hint in the Force; it's a sort of mental roll of the eyes. She is generally very much against Force persuasion except in the most extreme cases, and the same goes for her Falleen fiance's biological advantage (some situations excluded).
She's annoyed enough now that she lets it slide, though.
"Thank you for your understanding," Mina tells Commander Barranks with a gentle smile. <We must make haste for privacy then,> she tells Kennero as she speaks. "And thank you for your offer, but we will decline. Also -- I have been reassigned, so keep your eye out for the new Jedi diplomat. I'm sure one will be appointed, soon." Maybe Sam -- who had more experience than the ex-Grandmaster?
As for the offered ship... Mina doesn't want to risk being tracked once the commander's Force and pheromone induced cheer dissipates. "Kennero?" the Knight prompts before she exits the room and heads towards the hangar bay.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:22 pm
Point Nadir - Zietta's PalaceDerezzedThe palace was teeming with life. From the low variety to the high, petty dealers and addicts lingering in the wake of those with the credits and influence enough to feature regular places in the Hutt's presence, mingled together in a strange, opulent mix. Malo's own eyes were wide as she took most of it in; up to now, she hadn't ever been in a Hutt's palace before. Any dealing she had with the slugs had been over holo or on neutral grounds and she'd only imagined the sort of overpowering, indulgent atmosphere they surrounded themselves in.
If the birthplace of the Hutt race was a swamp, then Malo could see how much each of them paid to have their homes recreated around them no matter where they managed themselves in the galaxy. Life forms of nearly every variety surrounded her as she entered through the large archway that separated the impressive estate's exterior and into what was the largest Cantina she'd ever seen - if one could even call it that. Dancers of both typical and strange races performed on tables, laps, and all around the room while spacers both notorious and unseen enjoyed the view. Small gangs clustered together while solo pirates and privateers jeered at anyone who passed.
Music from holorecorded musicians played out from the body carapaces of dancing droids, their movement as disjointed as the beat the reverberated throughout the acoustic amplifying chambers, and she did her best to avoid the staggers and swings of the patrons that enjoyed it. The air was thick with drink, smoke, spice and sex -- the evidence of which she did not even need to look hard to notice.
Stepping out from the main area into one of the adjoining halls was like leaving a steam shower; the nearest thing to fresh air that this hollow asteroid could afford and a sobering from the concentration of vice that permeated everything in the palace washed over her and her head cleared almost instantly. Her senses were afire with the sights and sounds that echoed even in the large halls she walked now, but she had enough control over them to remember what she'd come here for - then she could explore.
She passed a bare receiving area, a stark contrast to the rest of the richly decorated palace, and acknowledged a nod from the attending servant who jotted into a pad of sorts just after she passed. A record of her presence, no doubt, and information the Hutt intended to keep just in case.
The Hutt was laying on a dias as she entered, surrounded by a handful of scantily clad slaves, and dismissing another spacer. As the smuggler turned away from the Hutt Malo took note of him - a male Twi'lek, light blue skin and pale violent eyes - who in turn shot her a suggestive wink and she blushed, turning her attention on the Hutt that she approached.
"" Zietta said with a laugh, her deep throated voice purring the Huttese language.
"I just couldn't resist your charms, Zietta." Malo said with a roguish grin, placing a hand on her hip as she stood before the crime lord.
""
The exchange was for show, a necessary diplomatic act with the Hutt, and Malo's grin did not falter. She had the utmost confidence in Eden's capabilities to buy her way in -- but credits alone didn't buy her safety. Zietta may have agreed to let Malo into her palace, but the circumstances of that presence could vary considerably depending on how the Hutt was treated.
"Then lucky for me being so smart - I already know that messing with the Anjilac Clan is a death warrant. I'm just here to add some color to your surroundings, Zietta, and to offer my impressive abilities to your service in exchange for a room and some synth-meals. That isn't too much to ask, is it?"
Zietta laughed then and grinned, her wide mouth opening to give Malo a shiver down her spine.
"< I like you, little Sunrider. Speak to pretty little Nisene for your lodging.>"
"I knew you couldn't resist me, Zietta." Malo said, being waved away towards a well dressed elderly woman in the corner of the large audience chamber. Armed guards paid her no attention now, not with Zietta’s approval.
“Follow me,” the woman said, turning to access a door with a personal code, “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping – while Zietta remains in the mood to play hostess.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:16 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Anya smirked when the Mandalorian abandoned his sword and switched over to a heavy blaster rifle. She rolled her eyes slightly. "Just make sure you turn down the power setting. If we damage the simulators, we'll both be in serious trouble." The scene changed again to a landing platform. On the end of the platform was an old, beaten up Corellian YT-1300 light freighter. The High Value Targets began to move towards the freighter. Anya pointed to several crates appearing on the platform. "You cover me. I'm going to move forward and engage the targets when they appear."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:55 am
Nar Shaddaa, Black Sun Territories
There were a lot of advantages that Eden could list of her fingers to being a gangster, and even more that she could attribute to her position as Vigo, but her favorite among them was the spacious, fortified, territories afforded to her and the Black Sun's people close to the surface of the planet. While the Hutts preferred their palaces higher up to serve their barges and pleasure boats, Eden liked being buried in kilometers of durasteel and concrete. It made her lieutenants feel like they were buried alive, but she revelled in it. Aside from the defensive keep of an older, abandoned Imperial Prison, it afforded her space to have her own submerged quarters as well. When she wasn't playing the part of a thug up in the Red District, she did so enjoy the privileges afforded to her in the underworld.
She swam now to clear her head of spice and violence, thinking of one of her favorite fellows - the Child Killer. It had been some time since she'd last heard from Mae and, after their colorful past together, losing touch with the Bimm was something that Eden had little interest in doing. After a number of laps around her massive 'tank', the Vigo finally motivated herself to leave the comfortable depths for drier, technology-safe, areas. But for security droids outside of the cells, she was alone, but still clothed herself before conducting any business.
Still dripping from her mass of head tendrils, Eden activated her personal holoterminal and broadcast to the last known holo coords that she had for the Child Killer, waiting for a response.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 12:15 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
Bundled comfortably in her fur-lined jacket, Malo woke, still dressed, on the richly padded bed that had been granted to her during her stay. It had been so long since she'd slept in a real bed rather than a cot on her ship that as soon as she'd laid down to test it out that had been it; a short drop and a sudden stop into sleep.
Now that she was awake, however, she had better things to do than think to herself about how wonderful a sleep she'd had. She changed quickly from a cargo container that had been delivered from her ship into more casual clothes, a robe that she still carried from her days with the Jedi over a body glove and her jacket once more, and then moved on. She was certain that Zietta didn't give a room like this to just anyone and Whitesun or no Whitesun, Zietta didn't give a room like this for free. The first listening device was inside a decorative vase, the second underneath the control panel to the room's holoterminal, and the third was sliced into the room's provided safe - not doubt placed there to also keep security codes for the safe recorded. After finding only two others she was confident that they were all accounted for and, after deactivating them, she stored them all inside the same vase that had contained the original device. Let Zietta's people find them later.
She left one message for Eden, who was either busy on her line or not present, letting her know that everything had, so far, gone according to her plan. Then she was off, locking the door behind her as she left, and once again drowning in the atmosphere of vice inside the Hutt's palace.
Today Zietta was out among her 'people' it seemed, but Malo paid her no heed. She had nothing of worth to either tell or give the Hutt, yet, so she wouldn't occupy the slug's time unless she did come up with something. Coming up with something was the harder part.
"Got any Lum?" She asked the bar tender, sliding into a seat where she could see most of the room. Try as she might to not be inconspicuous, she knew it would be difficult as one of the few off-worlders... and then she knew what questions she should ask. As the bartender returned with a purple pint she smiled, producing more than enough credits for the drink, and said, "I'm looking for some friends of mine -- any interesting people come through the docks recently?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:03 pm
[ space ]
Maedris is humming to herself when the comm comes in on one of her restricted channels -- the one either the Sith contact her through, or Whitesun. Having just dropped off her charges at Darth Isani's bidding, she can't imagine the Sith contacting her so soon again. Since she'd just left them, it'd be the epitome of inefficiency to let her depart and miss the opportunity to pass on a missive on the most secure of ways. And Sith, Mae has found, are nothing if not starsdamned efficient.
But... she has not spoken to Whitesun in quite some time. About the time the Sith started courting her services, really. Mae had just become so busy doing the most ridiculous s**t she's forgotten that Eden, too, has had her strange and equally interesting requests of the past.
"Patch it through to me," Mae orders one of her men. When she gets confirmation that it has been done, she all but sings, "Whitesun! Long time no see. So starsdamned long, I've been reduced to spending my time with a group of ******** idiots."
Code- I'm not alone.
While Mae enjoys having a crew to do her bidding, and found it infinitely helpful when breaking onto a ******** and then escaping, she's beginning to think it's time to send the idiots on vacation and fly it solo again.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 4:38 pm
Tython/ Temple Tour, combat simulator room
It did Ronyo good to hear Sam speak in a much more optimistic tone and spirit. She almost looked like she was about to crack a smile upon stepping foot onto the legendary soil but a slightly curved mouth was about all she managed. It would do for the time being and with enough time maybe Ronyo could have her smiling once again.
With Omega pacing them from behind a few feet Ronyo gave Sam the tour of the Temple, which in and of itself was a grand thing as the first few weeks in the Coruscant Temple Ronyo had needed a map and still got lost. Now the Jedi was going down hallways without thinking as they moved to the areas he had encountered events from his original journey. He showed Sam the grand library full of old and now new holocrons from across space and time. He mentioned the several holocrons he still had with him that had taught him while on Tython.
“They were the only thing that kept me sane until I meet Omega’s pack. If you ever wish to see any of them let me know, the small green alien is most amusing and has wisdom beyond any Jedi I have known.”
Ronyo showed Sam just about every nook and cranny he could think of as they went down the halls and through the Temple. They ended in the training section of the Temple where Ronyo talked about the new programs they had put into the simulators. They had been his idea, and now they had both straight hologram simulations for the younger and newer younglings and starters, and hologram based droids designed to mimic and copy personalities and even some fighting styles. It was leftover technology from Nexus that the few Mandolorians who had stayed brought with them.
Ronyo went on about the great relationship they had formed with the group of Mandolorians who had stayed and how he felt it might be a step towards an even bigger alliance with the warrior culture. Some of the older council members had their doubts and concerns about them staying on but Ronyo talked about wanting to bridge the gap from the old ways and the new ways and find some middle ground.
As they spoke Ronyo caught the sound of blaster fire and the yells and shouts of battle. It was a sound often heard in this section but one Ronyo always liked to heart. It meant some student was hard at work practicing and perfecting their technique and pushing their skills that one step further. As they came to the room Ronyo and Sam entered to the viewing area above the main area and where able to see a young Jedi learner and a Mandalorian fighting together through an old post Galactic Civil War encounter.
“This could not be better if I had planed it myself. This is just what I was hoping for, Jedi and Mandolorian working side by side, a more formidable team I could not imagine honestly. Any bets on who takes the more kills? So far Omega seems to have a knack for picking winners, every time we watch several of the younger students go through the simulations we always make selections, he’s beating me by three so far.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 7:31 pm
Tython - Jedi Temple Anya sensed the approach of the two Jedi before she could see them. Her minute distraction resulted in a stun bolt grazing her size. She felt the sting run through her body and a bolt of aggression shot through her. She back flipped towards to shooter and gracefully removed its head, her blond hair a fury around her. Calling upon the Force around her, she pushed another target into the wall, which the simulation thought was edge of the platform. The droid deactivated since it had been 'killed'. A bolt almost struck her back, but she was there before it had the chance, her training saber catching the bolt. She reflected several more bolts away from her, then back flipped again, landing behind the originators of the shots. A few quick slashes and the droids went down. Breathing a little heavily, she reset her position until the next wave of droids began.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:36 pm
Anaxes
As much as the sudden grab by the dangerously playful Anzat came to a surprise, ever so slightly confusing the blonde, it had been but a mild sensation as compared to the instantaneous travel that followed suit.
Had it not been for the strength lend to her by Mab, she wasn't sure if the disorientating experience would've caused her to throw up otherwise. It also helped that she hadn't eaten a thing yet. Having warm meal hadn't exactly been a first priority with everything going on.
She was hardly even aware of their current situation until the Anzat was well on her way of clearing out her third opponent. All Irella managed to do was subconsciously reach for the hilt of weapon that was not even present, an old reflex, much unlike her heart which was beating even faster by the fright of it all.
By the time her fumbling fingers found a hold of the blaster she did carry on her belt, Mab had already gotten her point across to these monstrous red warriors. In a way she was glad it already over, feeling uncertainty about her own combat abilities. On the other hand, she cursed herself for letting herself be held back by these uncertainties. Why couldn't she simply just remember again?
She carefully inched closer to Mabysyn as she eyed the Massassi, feeling just a little bit safer in doing so, even if it did weigh in heavy on her own pride. She couldn't even fathom what kind of powerful being would be guarded by such brute and predatory looking things. She really had to try her best to appear as calm as possible, to appear like she belonged. She figured she once did, why else would the Anzat go through the trouble of dragging her along?
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