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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 5:20 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
Malo saw him moving, but it was too fast. Nausea still wracked her and it was physically painful to resist it as she was, especially so with the force. When the invisible fingers wrapped around her neck she cried out and grimaced, dragged along the floor and then up along the wall.
Barely aware of what he was saying, she glared at him. "Screw you!" Right now she doesn't care about easy or smart, profitable or not, all she can think of is the way her body is responding to his threat and the whirling of her own emotions. Closing her eyes, Malo thought back to Dantooine and to Lynn, Don't control the emotions. She reminded herself, hands clawing at her own throat against the hold.
Then her eyes opened, the bright green irises glowing slightly as if back lit, and the nausea is gone. Weakness weighs down her every thought, though, and she struggles to think before moving one hand from his to her side, slipping under her jacket and reaching for her saber. At this proximity it won't take accuracy or strength to strike him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 5:31 pm
Hyperspace.
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------ Sam followed wordlessly as Ronyo led them both down to the simulator and nodded at his question, though she would leave the praise to him. It was difficult for her to praise what she had seen; part of her, the flower seller, was unsure of what to say and the other, Jaddah, was unimpressed. She was still deciding what Sam felt when the padawan spoke first, expressing responsibility for the Mandalorian's presence.
"Yes, well, as you study the Order's history you'll find that Mandalorians are notorious for getting padawans into trouble." She says, finding her own voice only to realize how her words could feel cruel. "I'm sure the Grand Master appreciates the opportunity to witness Jedi and Mandalorian in combat, side to side, padawan. He was just telling me how the two compliment one another perfectly and, here you are, adding credence to his words. He can't begrudge you for proving him right, after all." She adds, hoping to soften her previous comment.
As she finishes, Sam studies both before her. It comes to her naturally, instinctive, even, noting both physical appearance and force presence. She's surprised to sense force sensitivity in the Mandalorian, but refrains from comment. For all she knows this is common knowledge at the Temple already.
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[ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:04 pm
anaxes
"Please tell me you didn't," Isani drawls. "She's been quite useful."
As she turns her green-eyed gaze on the blonde, the ends of Isani's lips curve into a smile. "It's been so long, Irella,I didn't even recognize you," she lies in a voice just shy of cloyingly sweet. Stepping forward, she glances at the Massassi guard and tilts her head in a command; they turn to leave a moment later.
"Dear Rikka is on her way with your... boy." The Sith remains cool and collected in the face of Mab's mercuriality. "As for Sephis -- do not yet count him out, Mab, dear," she adds with a smile, as if to invite Mab to join in on the joke.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:15 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
"Screw you!" Malo cried out, glaring at Kal.
Malo closed her eyes slowly. She was about to pass out. Kal loosened his around her throat, moving the telekinetic hold he held over over more around her chest and under her armpits. Then her eyes opened suddenly. She must not have been as close to passing out as he had thought. Her hand moved sluggishly to approximately where Kal had seen her lightsaber before. Instinctively, Kal took a step back and called in his own curved-hilt lightsaber.
"Don't do it...!"
Kal had his hilt raised, but still deactivated. If she flashed out her weapon, Kal's own short, silver blade would be shimmering before her, as well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:31 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
The pressure against Malo's throat lifted and she breathed deeply, relieved, and took her saber into her hand. Like Kal, though, she did not activate it. He'd moved away before she could surprise him and now, at this distance, it wouldn't be a simple matter of "sticking him with the pointy end." Now she'd need to fight, really fight, and she didn't know if she could.
It was a stark difference for her, considering a possibility of not fighting. Years ago another girl, younger and stupider, would have pushed herself if it meant not ceding to a Sith. She was weak now though, and possibly delirious, because her breathing became a chuckle and then a laugh as she leaned her head back against the wall. "Don't do it?" She repeated, laughing again. "Why, because then you'd be forced to kill me? I thought that's what you were threatening a moment ago..."
Her cavalier attitude surprised even her. She hadn't thought about whether or not she feared death, not recently with all the time she spent on her ship with the droids, but now she was beginning to wonder if it would be so difficult.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:42 pm
[ {to}--{Point Nadir} ]
Mae truly appreciates Whitesun, she reflects as the landing beacon tows her small ship through The Jackrab Hole. Though she'll never tell the Nautolan that -- b***h probly knows anyway. Eden's lenient with the orders, gives Mae the leeway she likes, and best of all isn't hard-handed with the credits. It's that that makes all of Eden's interests Mae's interests, and Mae always treats her personal interests with the utmost care.
She docks in the Tethers paying twice the negligible amount to keep herself from being remembered, and slips away into the shadows, pulling up her hood and holding her white cloak closed. With her womanly figure, short yellow tunic and pants hidden the Childkiller is ignored by all the 'adults' (******** idiots) and runs underfoot, making her way to the cantina that will bring her to Zietta's palace the quickest.
Darting through the door on the heels of an Ubese man, Mae turns sharply to the right -- just in time to meet a droid face-to-face. Hard.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:56 pm
Point Nadir{--Querty--}
After losing contact with Malo a second time, the droid, Querty frets the best that a remote, hovering droid can fret. If circuits can yield any amount of anxiety then they're best translated into high pitched beeps, whirrs, and the occasional squeal... which he has been issuing as he flits about the cantina, ignored by most and swatted at by the larger patrons.
As a droid, a certain amount of self-preservation has been integrated into his programming and, as such, he has the healthy wisdom to avoid such patrons. Even if he is seeking assistance, they're far too large for him to fully compute in his visual databanks and, therefore, threatening. That's why when he scans a small humanoid carrying an ostentatious amount of energy weapons on her person, Querty flies headlong -- literally -- into her.
The humanoid sputters something unintelligible and Querty dismisses it, opting instead to circle her head and whistle shrilly. He darts around her, then towards the hall he'd left his master, and then back to her a few times before stalling before her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:09 pm
[ Point Nadir ]
The Bimm stares flatly at the little droid, whistling and whirring its head off as it flies around in circles trying to direct her. "What the hell," she mutters under her breath when it stalls before her. The hall seems as promising as any other for her explorations. Smacking the side of Querty with a small hand, she points in the direction of the hall.
"Alright you little ********, I'm following you," she informs it. "If you lead me into trouble I'm going to turn you into some ******** scrap metal and shove you up some hutt's a**. Got it?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:23 pm
Point Nadir{-- Querty --}
Querty twirled before her, issuing a beep that could be relief, before flying in a straight path to the hall way that Maedris had indicated. Evading the patrons was easier for him now, though it was still a change from the starship, and he hesitated to wait for the Bimm. There was an obstacle here that he could not detect, but it had blocked him from entering the hall before. Perhaps the small humanoid would have knowledge of how to proceed.
He dipped low, emitting a slow whirr that could only be disappointment at her as she caught up to him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:30 pm
[ Point Nadir ]
Mae stares at the door for a second, scanning for the panel before swatting at the little droid again. "There," she orders it, pointing. "Make some ******** use of yourself and overload that circuit, or some s**t."
She doesn't know what's wrong with the door, and doesn't really care to figure it out; if the droid can't get through, she probably can't either. Overloading circuits always helps in a jam, whether it just makes the door easier to blow out or makes it impossible to open. If she's lucky, the asshat who's jamming the door (if there is one) will get electrocuted. Mae's shot many a circuit in her days, but she's sure this droid - if it isn't a complete dumbass of a thing -- can do the job just as well as her weapons.
The ones she'd prefer to keep concealed, thank you very ******** much.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:37 pm
Jedi Temple, Training Room
Seron looked up after the simulation had ended to see two figures entering the room from the other end of it. One of them was a woman, human or sub-human, by the looks of her with her bluish hair. Seron didn't recognize her. The person in front of her, however, Seron did recognize. It was the Grand Master of the Jedi, Ronyo Storm, the commander in chief of all of the Mandalorians (which were very few) that had chosen to remain in service of the Jedi.
Ronyo Storm was the last person Seron wanted to have been caught by in here.
"That was great, both of you," Storm declared. "We enjoyed watching the whole thing and must say are impressed. An interesting choice in simulations, I must say. Not many people go back that far in terms of simulators. Sorry, I guess some introductions are in order. I'm Grand Master Ronyo Storm."
Of course he was Grand Master Ronyo Storm. Who here, on this planet, wouldn't already know that? Seron thought these insubordinate things as he let his rifle hang by his side in one hand and he saluted in the other, assuming a stiff posture.
"This is my former master, and former Grand Master, Sam-El Joelk," Storm explained, gesturing to his company.
"Grand Master, Master, I'm sorry if I have angered you for inviting a Mandalorian to participate in the simulation," Anya replied, bowing her head. "At your discretion, sir..."
Anya addressed both of them, in turn, as she apologized to both of their superiors.
"Yes, well, as you study the Order's history, you'll find that Mandalorians are notorious for getting padawans into trouble," Joelk responded, offering a soft reprimand for the padawan. "I'm sure the Grand Master appreciates the opportunity to witness Jedi and Mandalorian in combat, side to side, padawan. He was just telling me how the two compliment one another perfectly and, here you are, adding credence to his words."
As the woman finished speaking, she eyed both Seron and Anya. Seron stood stock still, saluting, not daring to speak a word. Anything he could say here would only put him in a worse position. Apologize and admit wrong-doing would make him appear weak. It would encourage the two masters to punish him severely for this mishap. Defending his presence here might produce the same result doubly-so, appealing to the former Grand Master's opinion that Mandalorians were notorious for getting padawans into trouble. At the rate things were going, it appeared letting Anya do all the talking was his best option. In the presence of two masters, she opinion did carry more influence, after all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:51 pm
[ En Route to Anaxes ]
At the communications controls, Rikka sends off a message to those waiting on Anaxes with an estimated time of arrival, knowing it will be expected soon and knowing of no way to evade it. "Me, they'll greet with smiles. It's you that has to worry," she contradicts Rokumasu, sounding almost like herself -- but when she glances over her shoulder at him there's a frown settled on her face, drawing furrows in her brow where before there was the smile.
"It's more than that. There's something else..." she trails off, turning away from the controls. Leaning against them instead, she fixes Roku with her most serious, sincere gaze. "Please don't... Please just trust me," she pleads. "If I were you I wouldn't trust me... but you aren't me, so just take a chance because I can get you off Anaxes safe. I just can't avoid not going there."
Rikka stares at her feet, pointedly not looking at Rokumasu when she admits, "I was on Coruscant to retrieve you. The Sith on Anaxes -- to them, you are Reimus." Swallowing hard, the knight is quick to add, "I'm sorry - but I can fix this, I know I can, I can get you back to the Jedi. I promise."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:12 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
Kal glared at Malo. She was such an impudent woman. She knew she was outmatched, and she was still laughing in his face at his inclination to spare her life. Kal had had enough of this playtime. Kal released his Force Grip over her and stared intently at her. He brought his saber down to his side and closed his eyes.
"I tried to be merciful..."
Kal opened his mind up to his surroundings. There were the two guards, unconscious, with their minds still. And then there was... Wait, there was a fourth mind, aside from Kal's, in the vicinity. Someone was just on the other side of the door, on the other side of Kal's Force Barrier. He flicked his eyes back to Malo, retracting his senses. He had to do this quickly.
Kal telepathically surged at Malo in great force, grabbing hold of her consciousness and cracking open the seal to her thoughts and motor functions. The effort took the wind out of Kal, but he'd now effectively seized control of Malo. Her body was his until he grew too tired, or he relinquished her. Kal doubled over, holding his head in one hand from the headache he was getting from Malo's attempts at resisting him. His head hurt so, that he broke concentration on the barrier and focused solely on keeping Malo's actions and words in check.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:41 pm
Point Nadir{--Querty--}
Querty whistled once and then fell silent as he obeyed, though not by nature. Thanks to his master's skill at reprogramming his computer core he was allowed a small amount of reasoning all his own... and he was starting to wonder if the diminutive humanoid was truly his most reliable source of assistance in this cantina. Her expletives did not register on any of his language translation software, but that did not mean he could not register the note of her voice as she spoke or visually identify the scowl on her features.
A slim, delicate arm protruded from the carapace underneath his main body and a small multi-tool flicked out, first opening the wall panel and then accessing the circuits. His reasoning allowed him to determine that the small, but noisy, Bimm may desire more volatile results, but the droid was loathe to harm his master on the other side of the door. Instead he accessed the door controls and bypassed them, opening them with a flourishing display of sparks and electric charges in hopes of satisfying the woman (but hopefully not damaging his master.)
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
A chill ran down Malo's spine as she heard the ominous words and then, lowering her chin, saw Kal shut his own eyes. She could feel the Force surge around her, but she was immobile to it. Even if she were to reach out to it she felt too weak, too distant, and also too intrigued. A part of her was curious to see what he'd do with all that power, and maybe a little excited.
That changed as she felt the presence in her head, though. His presence, wrapping around her mind and her thoughts. She resisted it - at first. His psychic thrust broke her mental barriers like a battering ram and she screamed, though not audibly. Mental warfare raged inside of her as she panicked, reeling to push him out as he penetrated deeper inside of her mind. All those thoughts and memories she'd kept so carefully guarded, the faces and names she fought to protect even from herself, and her own person were suddenly naked and in the hands of someone else. A silent witness to her own lack of control, Malo rebelled against the violation to the best of her abilities though she knew before it had even begun that that fight was done.
As the doors hissed open and the barrier fell, Malo watched herself stand still awaiting another's will to command her.
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