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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 5:22 pm
Tython, Mandalorian Encampment
Grav-ball, also known as Zoneball, was a popular sport. It originated on Nubia and played in small indoor courts. Teams of six equipped with remotely powered hover boots bounced around in a three-dimensional court in an attempt to score goals. Players pushed off walls and floors for movement. The ball was held at the end of a repulsor baton and could be passed from player to player.
Major Chu hit the wall with both feet and propelled forward off of it. She was speeding straight toward Major Andros. LC Yakon, with his long and powerful legs leaped to intercept off of the floor.
"Miss this and you don't get near me a week, Andros," Chu teased.
They were within seconds of each other. Snag! Yakon's baton, with his body in two, interceded between them.
"I am truly sorry about this, Tidus, my friend," the Lieutenant Colonel said with a smirk as he landed further up the court.
Seron let out pre-emptive cry for victory and moved up to help flank Vago on his left, preventing anyone from stealing the ball from that side.
"Don't worry about it, Vago," Tidus replied, bumping into and bouncing off of Chu in mid-air. "I've still got those holos from last Carnival."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:50 am
Point Nadir, Outside Zietta's Palace
His pain seemed to be increasing as the minutes passed. Pity he seemed so slow in talking to her. If he had been more willing to talk from the beginning, he could be back on his ship receiving medical help by now, instead of lying on the ground in pain. And from the sound and look of things, he wasn't going to be maintaining consciousness much longer. Which meant she had to speed this up.
"What would it take for you to leave your partner behind?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 3:39 pm
Malo
Unimpressed and unmoved by the Sith's pleas, Malo ignored the failing voice on the intercom. He wasn't about to die anytime soon, any fool could know that. Perhaps he might begin to suffer some sort of brain damage from oxygen deprivation if she was lucky, but even that was a stretch. If he was strong enough to survive what that thing Harrin was now, then he could handle a little vacuum. At least, that was her thoughts as she walked with Querty to the door. He was already rebooting the air circulation in the adjacent hall when she had him unseal the door. The air was thin, very thin, but with the force, and her own preparation, she managed to get to the remains of the medbay where she'd left both her re-breather and the extra that she'd given to the sith on Harrin.
Once the re-breater was fitted she took a moment to survey the damage to the door and grimaced. Whatever it cost to repair that she would have it coming out of the Sith's pocket, not hers.
With the re-breather she didn't need Querty to continue the reboot and he paused it, leaving only a minimal amount of air in the corridor. It was cold though, so much so that she felt the bite even through the thick, fur-lined jacket she'd taken to wearing like a second skin. She's always felt the cold more than others, but this was cold. Cold as the Empresses' heart, She thought, which was not a comfort.
Re-breather equipped, remote-droid following in tow, Malo made her way towards the cockpit warily. She wasn't going to get any surprises this time, but if the Sith did have something left up his sleeve then she was done being a courteous host.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 3:52 pm
Sam
Sam wouldn't admit that she was lost, exactly, but she certainly wasn't sure where she was. The tour with Seron the other day had been fine, but her sense of awareness had been lacking. That, and this Temple had little in common with the layout of either the Jedi Temple on Coruscant or the Enclave on Ossus. The architecture was older and based on a more traditional time... when she supposed learning the layout of the Temple was as much a lesson in patience for the students as it was one of perserverance.
So, in her attempt to find the starport on her own, she'd wandered somewhere too east... or too south. At least she was sure she hadn't gone too far north, or hoped she hadn't.
Noise drew her attention and she followed it curiously to a part of the Temple that seemed... different from the rest. Newer, maybe, or just separate. It didn't take long for her to realize why; this was where the Mandalorian compound began. There weren't many that she could see, but she supposed that was because the trained soldiers were busy training or on duty. It would make sense that they wouldn't be wandering about airily on their off time...
But still the noise, voices, and she came upon the source. A court for some sort of sport filled with a small team of what Sam assumed to be more Mandos... and she recognized Seron. Well, how fitting. She turned to leave but paused to watch instead. Ronyo had seemed very pleased with the notion of pairing the Jedi and the Mandalorians together, and, though she held her own reservations based on mistrust, she wondered if she shouldn't give her former-padawan some measure of credit. He was, after all, the Grand Master.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 4:44 pm
Kennero
The rest of the trip was short in comparison to when it began, but when the glimmering planet of Nar Shaddaa appearied before the view it still seemed like it had taken far too long to arrive. Shining against the black and star-speckled background of Hutt space, it was easy to see how this smuggler's haven and gangster's paradise was compared to the beauty of Coruscant. Not much could be said of the inward beauty of the place, however, though little and less could be said of the center of the Core Worlds these days, too.
"I'll bring us as close as I can to Black Sun territory without raising any eyebrows. This ship is unofficial, but it's still going to get noticed." Getting noticed was the last thing Kennero needed on this planet. Mina and he could handle anything that might get in their way, but start the wrong confrontation or end one badly and they might never see the inside of Whitesun's compound in this lifetime.
Inside of an hour they were on planet side and Kennero was transferring the necessary credits for their docking fee, plus extra to forget the name of their ship. Matter settle, he turned to Mina. "So, you have a brilliant plan inside that pretty head of yours, right?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 6:55 pm
Tython ~ Training Ground She became frustrated when none of her latest wave of attacks got through as they were all parried or deflected aside. She dug her feet into the ground as he launched what would be the last counter attack. The final attack, a cross chop, snapped the branch that she had been using as a makeshift weapon and took her from her feet. A heavy breath escaped her as she hit the ground and stay there. Breathing heavily, she shut off the vibrosword and wiped sweat from her head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 8:12 pm
Tython, Mandalorian Encampment
LC Yakon was certainly on his way to the goal, but he was losing momentum quickly.
"I got it, I got it... I got it."
Lieutenant Rice came from Yakon's undefended side, the right, and snapped the ball away from with her baton.
"No way!"
That was Major Reed. Lieutenant Rice spun to see him just as he collided with her.
"Have it your way," Major Andros said, leaping toward the three of them and joining in the tackle.
Within moments, Reed, Rice, Andros, Yakon and Chu were all involved in a rolling mid-air tackle, each wrestling for control of the baton. The only people not involved were Seron, who was trying to get in a good position to carry the ball away, and Junior Lieutenant Arvid Singh, who watched silently from the sidelines, acting as a referee.
"Attention!"
The command was utterly ridiculous. In hover boots, it would take far more time than protocol would allow for them to deactivate their hover boots and stand-up straight. They'd be lucky if half of them didn't fall on their asses in-between those two steps. Nonetheless, though, the group of five disentangled and did their best to shape up as quickly as possible.
Seron was standing at attention, arms, hands and baton rigidly at his side a full minute before the others, as he looked toward the officer that had barked out the order. Except there was no officer. It was the Jedi he'd shown around the temple from last night, the one Grand Master Storm had paired him with. Was she here looking for him?
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:59 am
Point Nadir, Outside Zietta's Palace
Kal hopped slightly to maintain his balance against the stranger.
"Um... Ah... Not a whole lot, considering my position..."
Kal glanced at the stranger at the stranger helping him and then back up towards the direction of the window. Daesha was worth a lot to him, but was she worth his life?
"I... Ow... Uh... Can we go to my ship?" Kal asked, glancing back at the stranger through gritted teeth. "Medical supplies..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:17 pm
Point Nadir - Zietta's Palace.
By the Force, what was she doing, indeed? This was becoming exactly what she had feared; The end of her life. She hadn't wanted to deal with these sort of people again, especially not after what had happened the last time, what it had cost her. Now here she was, about to lose more than her arm.
She had come here for Kal's sake. She didn't think he'd go in there without her, she had taken her time to collect her thoughts and calm her fears, but now it was too late. Now he was out there, his communicator switched off, leaving her here behind to die. She didn't know how badly he was hurt, didn't realize what had happened here, nor did she care.
For Deasha it seemed like Kal was leaving her behind out of revenge for being late. He was just going to leave her behind. Why else would he cut off communications with her. Why else didn't he at least say he was coming for her. She didn't want to die.
The comm unit began to break in her tightening grip, her hand flexing open as the device stopped functioning after one last resolute crunch, dropping it to the floor.
She didn't want to die.
Her hand once more unclipped the lightsaber from her belt, igniting the blade within a firm grip as she stared at the glowing blue blade.
She didn't want to die.
She kept repeating it over and over in her head. 'I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.' Continuously repeating the phrase as if doing so would make it happen as such. Her breathing quickened, from adrenaline, fear or simply for the sake of taking as many as she could before she would breath her last. She wasn't really sure anymore. She was only sure she didn't want to die, but was sure she was going to.
Exhausted. Not one moment to take a rest, not one moment to collect her calm, to recollect her energy. Everything was too hectic for her to focus. She could hear the sound of running boots come closer, any moment now they'd round the corner and take her down in a rain of blaster fire. Unless...
It had all been Kal's fault. It was his fault she was stuck here. It was his fault he went in here before she arrived. It had been his plan to leave her here to die. His fault. Completely and utterly.
The grip on her saber tightened more, tightened until the shape of the hilt pressed painfully in the palm of her hand.
She hated Kal. Despised him for dragging her along into this. She was furious with him for leaving her behind.
She wasn't sure any of this was true, she didn't need to be sure. She only had to believe. From her point it was an easy thing to believe. He was out there, alive, she was going to die in here. She wouldn't have been here had it not been for him.
She was going to kill him once she was out of here.
The first blaster rifle came in sight around the corner, and with a heavy scream, she launched forward and cut the front line of the squad down in one single swoop.
She hated Kal, all her pain was his fault, this was a fact. She kept repeating this to herself to keep it a fact. She couldn't let her believe falter, not for one moment. Her life depended on this hatred. It was all she had to keep her lungs from giving out, to make her muscles continue to move, and for her brain to stop registering the pain.
But she hated these men even more. They were her biggest problem now. They refused to stop being a problem. Continuously chasing her, hunting her, not leaving her alone for as long as she was in here. They had to die. They had to die so she could live. She had to survive. There was nothing else that mattered.
The remaining men were surprised. They hadn't expected her to suddenly stop fleeing. They had thought her to be too afraid. The Twi'lek released a second scream in frustration, releasing the energy that came with it into a Force blast powerful enough to deflect their aim. It gave her the time to close the distance, and cleave her saber straight through them.
She was surprised to find how easy she had called forth this energy, not that she found it to be more powerful, but how much easier it was to call forth such strength than it was when trying to keep focused, calm.
She laughed triumphantly. This madness, the hatred and pain, it was all her mind had to hold on to, to prevent herself from passing out. It was all that would keep her alive in this situation.
Then there was one last blaster shot, a guard whom had only lost an arm in the arc of her sweep. She hadn't been paying proper attention. It was the last thing she heard as everything turned black and silent.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 12:25 pm
Sam
All at once the shout came and then the mandos, who had been in varying states of play, came to an orderly line. Stiff and erect, Sam wondered why they had suddenly been called to a stop when she noticed Seron glance at her. Cursing under her breath, she felt a rise of annoyance. "You've got to be kidding me..." the Jedi muttered, leaving her place of observance to move closer to the court.
Though the last thing she would have wanted was this much ceremony, or any, but she would make use of the window she'd been given... No matter the ridiculousness of the giving.
"At ease, really." she said to the mandos as she approached, trying her best not to sound too annoyed. Then, to Seron, she added, "since you've all stopped anyways, can I get a word?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:01 pm
Eden
Blue light cast eerily off the nautolan's pale skin, shimmering and changing like the bottom of a clear pool, as the holo projected image rotated slowly under the Vigo's murderous gaze. For Eden, that image was all that existed. Even the p***k of the hyposyringe went unnoticed, and the injection of her daily dose, as she studied the woman before her. She must have spent half or more of the last eight years staring at the same image, played back from the same data recording, and remembering the day she had first seen the woman. Everytime was the same; a reminder of who she was and what she was going to do. Anything that Eden did between now and this woman was trivial, meaningless. All that mattered was revenge.
Her meditation was interrupted by a call. How long she had spent staring at that image she couldn't say, but any interuption of her focus seemed too soon. Still holding onto as much of her spice-induced fervor as she could, Eden took the call.
"Two Jedi made port an hour ago, Vigo." Came the ragged, scratchy sounding voice. Not one she recognized, but then so many of her underlings were replaced almost weekly on Nar Shaddaa. She would enjoy her next planet soon, as it was nearly time for the Vigo's to exchange territories. It was one of many ways they managed so much with such secrecy.
"Keep eyes on them, but don't bother to report again until they're on Black Sun territory. Let the Hutts and their gangs deal with the Jedi."
"Yes, Vigo." Was the response, and then silence.
"Alone again, Eden said to the holo-image, smiling.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 3:31 pm
Malo's Ship
Sephis tensed when he heard the sound of feet moving softly across the cold, hard floor. Cold, indeed. He'd transformed into his canine form in an attempt to delay the cold, but it did little to help him. A gurlanin's fur wasn't designed for cold winter climates or corridors in slow vacuum. Now, he was just curled up under the cockpit's desk, eyes wide and his fur sticking up out of his back, orange eyes glowing in the darkness.
As a shadow crept up the wall along the corridor, Sephis growled and let out a low woof, more out of fear than warning. He was still exhausted, and his drawing on the Force and nausea weren't helping matters. He doubted he would last very long against the spacer in a straight fight. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he lost.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 5:38 pm
Malo
The blonde stopped at the entrance to the cockpit, stilling as she heard a faint growling. At first she dismissed the dog and then, after a double take, stared at it. Querty hovered behind her and trilled low, " --Querty-- = bad feeling."
"Yeah... ditto." Malo muttered in return, glancing warily around the room while facing the animal. Finally, she reached out with the force and almost jumped when she felt the same signature from the orange-eyed dog as she'd felt in the Sith. The thought was so bizarre for her, but she supposed there were stranger things in the universe.
So, inching forward carefully, Malo reached her hand out slowly towards him. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be easier to handle as a dog... or he could try to take her hand off. With that thought she braced herself with the force.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 8:11 am
LIESA fa NADLEN
naboo. --- .coruscant
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Liesa curls up in the co-pilot's seat, not even bothering to put up a facade of usefulness though intelligently she knows if this adventuring is going to have any sort of happy ending, she's going to need to start learning things. "Look at us," she says sleepily - but triumphantly. "Off to stars know where - well, you know where - on our own. Like proper adults."
At sixteen, Liesa fancies herself a proper adult though on a less adrenaline, giddy-filled day she can admit she's far from it. "We can do anything - we could be bounty hunters! Or smugglers," Liesa suggests only half-jokingly. "Or Jedi Knights, something great."
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 8:17 am
ARMINA RAHL
to Nar Shaddaa
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Mina snorts.
"Me? You're the brilliant planner," she tells Kennero in disbelief. Mina is a diplomat for proper authorities. This seedy sort of thing isn't something she's all too familiar with, not in this we need your help way and not the usual Jedi Knight way. She never thought she'd end up here, doing this but desperate times call for desperate measures, as much as she hates it...
That doesn't mean she knows what in the hells they're supposed to do to get Whitesun's attention. "Maybe if we just ask nicely," Mina mutters sarcastically.
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