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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 8:23 pm
Advent, Exiting Atmosphere
As soon as Kal was through the exit burn, he was jumping to hyperspace. A Sith, plus what were probably stormtroopers, meant that there was a Star Destroyer lying in wait. Kal didn't intend on giving them the opportunity to nab with their tractor beams. Kal could hardly feel the turbulence his ship was going through, but the red view port made it clear the hull was still quite... No, wait. Not anymore. The red dampened to orange, then to white, and then to inky blankness littered with blue and white pinpoints of light, emanating from light years away.
Kal oriented his ship so that it was on the fastest outbound vector away from the system. He checked the Advent's sensors, to make sure there was nothing big closing in on him. Everything looked clear. Good.
Now, where to go? Kal remembered back, a few months back, his old apprentice, Daesha Riz-Talik, had said she was traveling to the Ithorian homeworld to help with the restoration project. The two of them hadn't spoken since then, or exchanged any kind of message, but it was possible she was still working on that. Hell, Kal figured it was more than likely, if Daesha was truly interested in it, considering terra-forming doesn't happen overnight. Kal punched in the coordinates to make the jump into the old Expansion Regions, and pushed the hyperdrive throttle to full. The ship lurched, and then it was surrounded blue, on its way to Immalia.
Kal undid the straps on the pilot's seat then, got up from his chair, and moved to his quarters. Sitting down on his bunk, he removed his leather top and retrieved a medpack from underneath of him. Opening it up, he pulled out a shot of gylocal, and two health stims. He injected all three of them into his wounded arm. Wiping the pindrops of blood off of his arm, he returned to the cockpit.
Perfect timing. He'd just dropped out of hyperspace. This system had nothing of interest for him, however. He punched in new coordinates for the Mid Rim system of Abaarian. It was the fastest route from his current position to the Celanon Spur, a hyperlane that passed by the planet Ithor. Kal would move on from there after arriving in the Ten Tempests system-- the next stop after Abaarian. Kal put the hyperdrive up to full-throttle again and the Advent launched into hyperspace.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 8:49 pm
Malavor V Space/ Shadow Prison
He knew the game, they had played it out many times and usually it ended when the woman either decided she had nothing more to say or Ronyo had no clear answer for her. The woman's natural state, even without the force, was remarkable and the Jedi had been pressed many times to have her examined but he had denied them all. In fact despite the overly elaborate design of the prison it was suited to house someone well enough, and if the woman had been normal it might not have been such a bad living.
"I'm looking into that actually."
The woman's feeding habits were well known to everyone in the facility as were the Grand Master's ideas of trying to figure a way to allow the woman some kind of nutrients. They had tried supplements and even an attempt to channel to force to her in small amounts but there was always a factor missing from the equation, life. The force was what the woman feed on but it was the living force of a creature or being that gave her the true energy. Ronyo had briefly thought about a way for the woman to feed naturally but with limits and higher security but the risks were always to high.
He had placed a Dejarik board in the woman's room with the hope she might wish to play during one meeting. The board was capable of playing both normal Dejarik and even basic chess should the woman have wished. It was likely the woman did not want the meetings to last as long as a chess match between a Jedi and Sith could run. Still Ronyo had hoped to see how his strategies stacked up with someone who was clearly much older than anyone alive today.
"I would like to ask you about your path leading up to becoming a Sith again. With it being my last question from the meeting before I think I had overstepped myself, so I apologize for that. If you would be willing to share I would be willing to listen."
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 8:55 pm
Naboo.
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------ Was it unsettling? Sam couldn't say that it was, though now that a strange woman had appeared before her from seemingly nowhere, looking for her, and knew her from her past, it was becoming that way. What sorts of other people might know her, while she would just pass them by without a second glance.. did she even want to remember? Sam certainly wanted this woman nowhere near the farmhouse, that was for certain. It was her sanctum, her safe place, and while this life already seemed to be infiltrated she wished to keep that place safe, and Warren safe, from whatever world this woman had come from. What could possibly be so important that this pale, brown-haired beauty had come all the way to find her and help her to remember? " For now." Sam echoed. She felt partly like she was in a dream, surrounded by the too-vivid colours of the flowers in the field, suspended above her own body and the stranger who's apparel contrasted the field so strongly. " Why did you come here.. why are you doing this?" The flower-girl Sam asked. --------
[ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ]
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 10:06 pm
Corruo, Personal Quarters
Sephis awoke with a start. His COM was bleeping. Was it 0800 hours already? Sephis checked the COM. It wasn't an alarm. It was a short transmission, relayed through a secure COM channel (and mostly likely the Corruo's own communication decryption and filters). Sephis, still lying down in bed, brought the com-piece up to his ear and listened.
Sephis cut the COM off and smacked it down on his bedside table. He groaned, and sat up in the darkness. A black sheet slid off and over his legs as he swiveled his feet to rest on the floor. Sighing deeply, he ran one hand through his full head of dark hair. He tended to revert to some of his more natural features during his sleep, a habit he'd acquired during his slightly less disciplined tenure as a member of the Sith Order. Then, suppressing another groan, Sephis got to his feet and moved over to the small closet space that he possessed.
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Sephis strode towards the lift that took one to the Bridge, his left arm concealed by his cloak. He stride was powerful, that of one commanding authority, but his reception among the Corruo was constantly mixed. The two guards in front of the lift entrance, hoisted their weapons more comfortably and stood straighter, moving to block his path.
"Name and business," one of them demanded.
Sephis checked the rank on the stormtroopers pauldron. A gunnery sergeant. Sephis chuckled. This wouldn't take long.
"State your name and business, or begone from here," the guard demanded again, this time more firmly. "This is a restricted area."
"Sergeant, I do not answer to you," Sephis began. "As per Imperial Order--"
"--17982, Captains now outrank Knights and Admirals now outrank masters, with the exception of the Grand Admiral only answering to the Empress herself," the trooper finished for him. "I may not be a Captain, Admiral or Grand Admiral, but my orders come from that last one, which means your authority is superceded whenever it doesn't come directly through Darth Ensis."
Sephis couldn't see through that stormtrooper's helmet, but he suspected that he was being fixed with a flat and unsympathetic stare right now.
"Now, if you don't state your name and business right now, I will personally escort you back down this hallway," the stormtrooper warned.
Sephis bristled and frowned. He could kill these two guards in an instant. He had a respect for protocol, though. And above all, he had a lingering respect for the Navy. He'd rise above his first primal instinct, this time.
"I am Darth Stryfe, Knight of the Sith Order." Sephis produced an I.D. pad from a pouch attached to his belt without request. "Here to request use of the Corruo's secure transmissions for an operation. The Grand Admiral should be expecting me."
There was a moment of silence as one of the guards confirmed Sephis' I.D. (and gave it back to him), and the other confirmed Sephis' arrival on the Bridge with his helmet speakers off. Then, the guard confirming with radio turned to the other.
"He's clear, let him through."
"Alright, go on up," the more difficult guard conceded.
Sephis gave a barely perceptible nod in response, stuffing his I.D. back into the proper place. He approached the lift, it's doors opening with quickly with a short hiss, and stepped inside. Before the doors closed automatically, Sephis spun on his heel and smacked both of the stormtroopers into the walls with a light Force Push, each. Stupid grunts. One day, they'd get what's coming to them. The doors snapped shut, and the turbolift ascended at a rapid pace, causing Sephis' cloak to rise slightly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 10:41 pm
Shadow Prison.
Detainee...
xxxxx░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
Passion, choke the flower
till she cries no more.
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Sighing, Mab lay back down on her back. "Oh Ronyo, why do we only talk about me? I'm actually quite boring, you know. " She tapped her heels while she spoke. "Why don't you tell me about your path leading you to where you are now? I bet that would be much more interesting."
"In fact," She added, looking every bit as interested as she was attempting to imply in her voice, "You could tell me all about how you first became a Jedi. All your fondest memories, who your closest pals were." The Sith had stood while she talked, and came to face Ronyo where he stood, pressing her hands against the transparent barrier between them and looked down at where he sat. Lowering her voice, her expression changed from mock-excitement to a cruel smile. "You were friends with Rokumasu Kiriyu, weren't you? Why don't you tell me all about him.. at least, who he was before you failed to save him from me?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 12:34 am
Coruscan, Orbit
Kennero Aedos, Jedi Knight Aedos as he was most commonly referred to outside of his life with his fiance -- Armina Rahl, -- waited patiently for the files for his next mission to download from the central computer at the Jedi Temple to his ship's limited, but reliable, store. The display that translated the R9 astromech's droid speak told him that what little effort Kennero might have put into the mission's prep work, encrypting the mission files in case of any interception, was being done for him. So, with the time now afforded to him, he activated his ship's communications signal to record a message for Mina.
"I certainly don't envy you, my love. I catch myself growing impatient with the layers of security I must deal with when I visit the Capital occasionally, but you are assigned to these missions on a regular basis. You have only your own intelligence and good heart to blame.
I had hoped to see you again before I left, but once again we are pulled apart by our separate missions. I will make it up to you when I return.
I may be away for some time." He hesitated, cringing inwardly as he did because he knew full well that his love would recognize the hesitation. "You know how the politicians can be on Naboo. They take too much time to say nothing at all, and when they do finally get around to saying something it's usually hidden underneath the layers of the Queen's hair-do. I do not have my future wife's talent for dealing with these politicians, but I will do my best to emulate you, dear heart.
All my love, as always, and I will return to you soon."
It pained him to lie to her, as that was what he had just done. He was not going to Naboo because he was being sent on a diplomatic mission -- those were Armina's territory, not his -- he was going to Naboo because last night, midst shrouded dreams, he had felt for the first time in five years that his Master was, undoubtedly, alive. Her presence felt different to him, though, from the time that he had spent with her on Kashyyyk. She was cold now, and her eyes contained none of the spark of life that they had while she mentored him -- she had changed. As her student, he felt it was his duty to her to find her, but he could not drag Mina into it as well until he had discovered just why Isani had changed, and what it meant.
Of course, his assignment did conveniently have him heading to Naboo.. but only to its moon, and only to transmit a series of documents that he could easily do from orbit. Once done, he would have the time he needed to search for his Master if his dreams proved prophetic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:20 am
NABOO
Isani considers the question for a moment, and discards most of the answers. Because you were important to someone who was important to me. Because it is painful to see you brought so low by missing memories, and you gave me a chance when I was in your position. She fingers the silver A at her throat and smiles coolly instead. "I owe you a debt, and I'm the kind who prefers being owed," Isani says simply.
"Now, are we going back to the farmhouse or will you sit and meditate with me?" Her patience with this idiotic Sam-el Joelk is wearing thin, and Isani sorely wants to repay her debt and leave. She has a nasty feeling that she will not like what will happen if she lingers too long.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:41 am
[ CORUSCANT ]
"Director-General, I hope I have no need to tell you that this supposed attack on Ord Lithone was not the work of either the Jedi or the Republic, nor even rogues within our ranks," Mina said calmly, though she suspected differently. Calm - her late master had always been calm, and Mina sought to emulate her. "Good day - I fear I have other matters to attend to, but we must meet later to discuss how to counteract these rumors.
In truth, Mina was quite sure it had been men of the Republic who'd attacked a seedy restaurant in Ord Lithone, though she didn't know why. Number had not been adding up of late, and neither had the missions of certain squads... The Jedi Knight sighed.
The shift had been subtle -- so subtle, it had taken her too long to notice it. There was someone hiding amongst the Republic and planting doubts about the Jedi, and clearly they were working to undermine the Republic as well. Divide, and destroy; Mina was certain this was the work of a Sith, and Sith did not generally tend to conquer so much as attempt to annihilate.
The Knight returned to her quarters in the Temple, Mina almost expected to see her fiance there -- but his Force signature was missing, and she found a com message from him instead.
Naboo.
Why would Kennero be playing politics on Naboo? Sometimes, Mina suspected the council assigned missions just to see their Knights squirm -- Kennero did not like politics, she well knew.
"Be safe then, my love," she sent in her return message. "And if you must dance with the Queen, do not step on her toes."
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 8:34 am
Malachor V Space/ Shadow Prison
Ronyo had wondered how long it would take for her to bring up Roku. The friend she had taken and turned to the darkside. If this woman had asked that same quest before Ronyo’s trip to Tython she would likely have gotten herself a fight at the end of the conversation line, a fight that likely would have resulted in Ronyo’s death due to his unbalanced emotional state at the idea. Now however Ronyo had given more than enough thought to the people in his life who had been taken or turned.
“Roku was an ambitious man who wished to always strive for greater and greater goals. Our master’s being close friends drove us to be friendly rivals allowing each of us to wish to be good as or better than the other. As for failing him, I believe you are mistaken their good lady. I did what I could at the time given my level of abilities and Roku made he’s own choices be they good or bad they were his. Every man and woman makes their own decisions that lead them down a path, others may help push or pull in a certain direction but untimely it is each person’s own choices that define them,” The Jedi gave a sigh realizing he had just gave a Jedi lecture and shook his head while he raised a hand and patted the air, “Sorry I know you didn’t want something that sounded like a exert from a Jedi holocron but it is how I feel on the matter,” Ronyo took a deep breath and looked back at the woman again, “I can tell you about how I first became a Jedi though, it’s quite a tale and you may enjoy parts of it…”
Ronyo told the woman about his brief time as a soldier, volunteering to help the Grand Master, and being brought up to the Ghost Ship. He told about the ghostly AI that seemed ready to eat them all, he thought she might like that part, about the lost race who had drifted through space, and the ghastly plan of that deranged AI. Ronyo made sure to throw in details about some aspects like the ship itself and bits about the species, and then told about how the Grand Master had asked him to become her Padawan while on the ship. He hoped the women enjoyed the tale as much as he enjoyed telling it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 12:33 pm
Corruo, Bridge
Sephis stepped off of the lift and into the Bridge. A few people looked up from their stations as he entered, but nobody except for the Grand Admiral seemed to want to acknowledge his presence.
"Darth Stryfe..."
"Grand Admiral, thank you for accepting me onto your Bridge," Sephis said with difficulty.
Grand Admiral Rice had despised Sephis before he was promoted. Sephis suspected that he still held similar feelings for him, but Sephis wasn't about to bite the hand that feeds him when his master, Darth Ensis, wasn't here to back him up.
"The pleasure is all mine," Rice said, grinning toothily as he always did while he was lying. "I believe you requested use of our ship communications. Please, by all means..."
A rodian poked his head out of one of the crew pits and looked over at Sephis.
"Over here, Darth Stryfe," the Rodian said.
Sephis moved over to the crew pit and dropped down into with a thud, deciding to ignore the ladder that was normally used. Without thanking the communications officer, Sephis gently pushed him aside and sat down at the command chair. Encrypting the message as they'd agreed, Sephis sent the following to his dear friend:
Track E. to his next location. Report expected after next contact. We'll speak soon.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 1:31 pm
Corruo - Throne room
"You're nothing but his pup..."
Her eyes shot open, coming to rest on the throne against which she leaned, having dozed off to sleep for who knows how long. Pictures haunted her mind, pictures of faces, places, as well as names, one of those trying extra hard not to be ignored.
Visum...
Like a heartbeat, that name in particular kept being drummed in her mind. It felt as if her very mind was fixated on this identity of a person called Visum, as if once it had been all she had known. Those memories, however, felt distant and hazed. They were a part of her, yet remained disconnected from her all the same.
But, she didn't want anything to do with them either. They frightened her, made her feel like something she wasn't, or at least something she didn't want to be. All she desired was to feel safe, as all she wanted was... a place to call home. Nothing more, for now.
Moving her hand to rub her tired eyes, she came to discover her cheeks were wet below her eyes. She hadn't even realized she had been crying.
Getting up on her feet, she clutched the huge flag tightly in her grip to cover herself with it as she slowly wobbled away from the throne and towards the Turbolift.
Visum...
She had a room here. She remembered having a room on this ship. She had to go there. She would have clothes in there, as well as a shower. She desperately wanted a hot shower. Both to ease the pain of her hurting muscles, as to wash of all the blood from the glass cuts. Then she would leave. How, she did not know, nor a where. She simply knew she had to go get as far away from this ship as possible. Away from the place of which all those horrible memories originated. Away from the place that whispered the name of Raven to her ears, and most of all... to find that place again. Home.
The doors of the turbolift, acknowledging the lifts arrival with a short beep, slid open before the girl as she stepped inside.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:15 pm
Ithor - Tafanda Bay
The great capital of Ithor. Or at least the capital of all the herd ships that hovered over the planet.
It was second choice, but since the Ithorians in general did not like outsiders to roam on their planet's surface (or for themselves to do so, even), she settled with having a small vacation on here while observing the progress of their terraforming the planet. Or at least to observe the work they wanted to show, which sadly wasn't half as much as she had hoped to see.
It didn't take away, however, that what she did get to see what indeed marvelous work. You would never guess that, not too long ago, it had been nothing but rocks and ashes.
There was a surprising lack of human presence compared to most places in the galaxy, she noted, sitting at one of the cafe's as she sipped her drink. She guessed there weren't a whole lot of things of interest for them here, so they'd probably not venture further than the spaceport most often.
She had only noticed this because, unlike with places like Coruscant, you could probably count the amount of people out on the streets if you tried. She wondered if was always so peaceful and quiet here.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 4:43 pm
Shadow Prison.
Detainee...
xxxxx░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
Passion, choke the flower
till she cries no more.
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Almost comically, Mab's expression changed so dramatically from conniving to disappointed, and she turned her head away while leaning her shoulder into the barrier while he reacted to her taunting with little more than peaceful recognition. How typically Jedi of him. She knew that she shouldn't have expected less from him, not after nearly five years of these conversations, but her time was running out. Soon, she wouldn't have the presence of mind to enjoy the little things in life.
She slowly slid down to sit before him, only an arm's length between the two of them if not for the barrier, and slumped while he spoke. Only half-listening to the story, she waited for it to be over. Even if she'd wanted to be aware of parts of it she wouldn't have managed it. She was just too hungry.
Once he'd finished, she let out a quiet sigh and spoke quietly to him from behind a curtain of her own hair. "I'll starve, you know. Before I can give you what you want. I'll be gone, and the creature you keep in this cage won't even be worth a visit." Then she straightened and looked away from the Grandmaster, raising her voice as if she hadn't spoken yet at all. "I don't mind the free rent, but this place could do with a view - don't you think?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:53 pm
Ithor, Tafanda Bay
Kal guided the Advent down gently, slowly pulling the freighter out of its steep descent so it would be level with the surface on it's approach to Ithor's capital city. The wounds on his shoulder still ached, but Kal with two more daily doses of gylocal, it should become right as rain and fully healed.
As Kal approached Ithor's capital, he couldn't help but stare at it in awe. Ithor was the fourth planet in the Ottega system. It had zero civilization on it. Instead, the Ithorians had built enormous floating cities, larger than some Imperial or Republic cruisers, keeping the technology and nature apart on this planet. Most of the Ithorians, even, stayed off the ground, considering all of its once-teeming jungles sacred. The planet wasn't as lush as it used to be, however.
After the Yuuzhan Vong attacked and pillaged the world, the Elected Council of the Ithorians devoted all of their resources to restoring the planet to it's natural state. The amount of herd-cities in the atmosphere had doubled. Tafanda Bay was one in a thousand of these, now, and boy did it stand out the most. The entire craft was covered in foliage, grown naturally out of its jungle ecology. The only outer surfaces that weren't completely over run were the speeder bays, starship platforms and docking tubes. It seemed to be a strange hybrid between man-made artifact and nature. Kal wasn't sure he could compare it to anything else he'd seen in his entire life.
Tafanda's air traffic control guided Kal onto an open landing platform, and Kal set the Advent down expertly. Flicking every switch and turning every knob off with practiced speed and precision, he was walking down the loading ramp within two minutes of his landing, and paying for the docking fee. And then he was out on the Upper Observation Deck, taking a wild guess in the direction in which Daesha would be.
With some urgency, he reached out into the Force for her, probing for a familiar reception and response. Kal now had double the reason than before to come see his old, dependable friend.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 8:08 pm
[ SPACE ]
Rikka drummed her fingers on the armrest of her chair her dear friend's message was relayed her to. "Sure thing, darling," the Knight muttered under her breath; Sephis was always so militaristic, making his demands and all. Her com man caught her words and sent the message. (So loyal, her men.)
"Would you like to send anything else?" the man asked. (At least, Rikka thought he was a man. Under all that equipment and the gender-neutral haircuts, she could never tell and never really cared to.)
"Yes. Send a message to her, Corellian base; low priority, two words. Confirmed, E.."
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