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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:05 am
Sam
Sam hadn't realized how far she really was from the hangars until they boarded a transport. To be that off from her what she had believed to be an almost accurate route was something she was unused to. True, she had spent months learning the vastness of the Jedi Temple on coruscating before it was a home to her, but she would have liked to think that her direction sense had improved in the past decade. Of course, it was highly coincidental that her poor navigation had led her straight to Seron. Rather. Than be comforted by that, however, she was frustrated. She had only just been plucked from a serene life, to be feeling and experiencing the guiding hand of the Force so soon was merely a reminder of what she had lost.
To avoid any repercussions of her foul mood she spent the time on the transport in silence and her eyes closed. Mimicking the peaceful appearance of a master in meditation, the Dathomirian focused on her surroundings. The next time she came to this place she may not have access to a guide.
Her eyes opened when the vehicle powered down and then widened slightly when the vehicle thudded into park. Slightly jostled, she directed her grimace at the floor as she stood rather than at the mandalorian then looked where he pointed. The entrance and exit of other organics and some droids confirmed his statement and she nodded at his words before climbing down to the ground. There was little to be said as she approached the doors, but she paused at the threshold.
"You have yet to consider if this is what you want to do, " she began, slightly ominous in her lowered voice. "Once we leave this planet your life will change forever, in ways you could never anticipate or imagine. Nothing will ever be the same for you again. Places you have been, people you have cared for, even the person you believe yourself to be... Everything will change, and very little of it for the better."
Sam paused then, apparently thinking, before adding in and even lower tone, "in fact, you can expect none of it to be for the better." She looked at him then with an expression the brooked no questions or requests for elaboration, merely acceptance or rejection of the terms.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 12:45 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
She could feel it. Like an ant running across your skin. She could feel him, trying to reach into her mind. She doesn't think, just reacts. Moving forward, she feints to the left before striking from the right, aiming for his vulnerable areas. His leg, his arms. She healed him, she would have no trouble breaking him again.
He cant move far. He cant move at all for that matter. Not with that leg. She takes advantage of his vulnerability. Leaving the pipe in one hand, ducks behind him, tears off her mouth cloth before bringing it around his neck in a flash. With a clank, the pipe drops to the floor as both hands hold onto the cloth. If she cant shoot him, choking is always a decent option. He should know better. Everything she wears can be a weapon to the right person.
Her mental shields aren't important now. She lets the last few days of her life play in her head. Give him what he wants. Not that it will stop him. All she does is hold onto the cloth as it wraps around his neck.
Behind him, a light comes on. Slowly at first, but soon shining bright. Neither of them see it, but its there all the same. A bright light, shining behind her that soon goes dark again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 1:48 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Before Kal knew what was happening, the nerves in his leg were screaming at him. And so Kal, the woman's mind forgotten, was screaming aloud for them. And while he was still screaming, he felt something being wrapped around his neck. He heard a clank, but the sound was neither here no there as his leg screamed out at him, cursing him for putting it in danger, and the passage ways to his lungs were stifled.
"E chu ta!" Kal swore, his voice coming out as a rasp.
Kal reached back with one arm to grasp his attacker.
To chaos and back with you, you sleemo! Kal sent to the woman telepathically.
Drawing on the Force, Kal sent electricity fueling through his arm, and jetted it out through his fingertips.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:01 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
He thrashed around enough that she didn't see the hands full of sparks come back towards her own hands. When they touched, the lightening jumped through her body, making her shake a bit, but not enough to let go. It felt painful, but not dangerous. More or less the same as being shocked by a loose coupling on a ship. At least for her.
Deciding he wasn't going to change, she lets the cloth drop to around his neck and takes the moment to move infront of him to knock him out. After his struggle and pain, and a few more hits just to make sure, his eyes close as he slumps down on the med table once again. She can still feel the attack as she moves to tie him up again, as well as re-bandage his knee. The break hasn't changed, though there will be lots of bruising. Replacing the bacta pack, she heads towards the cockpit of the ship, ready and willing to find any information she can use. Who this force spawn is for starters.
It takes only a minute or two for her to hack in. Even less so to get his identification. Poor beautiful ship to have gotten stuck with an idiot like him. A few more taps here and there get her to the holonet. With a page that almost seems to jump out at her. Literally.
Death of Pendal
Pendal? Her curiosity peaked, she gets in, her eye narrow with curiosity until it reaches the cause of death.
Lightsaber. A lightsaber killed Pendal. And judging from the time of the news, before she met up with the idiot currently strapped to a med table. The same idiot who is missing a lightsaber. Of course she doesn't believe that his blade was stolen to kill the guy. The times all wrong. What she does see however makes her smile a wicked grin that lights up her face.
Wanted Dead or Alive
Bounty
1,000,000 credits.
Her mind boggles at the amount. And the description of the killers seems to match her Di'kut very well. Unfortunately with no name at the time, she cant be sure. And its not productive to kill a man before his usefulness has run out. Getting up from the chair, she leave the net open as she returns to the med bay. Spying a bucket, she grabs it and heads to where she knows water will be. Grinning, she return to the "unconscious patient" and quietly pours the bucket of water over his.
"Wake up darling. I have some good news for you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:34 pm
Tython, Spaceport
Of course, it would be naive to suggest that the Jedi influence was always an entirely positive one. It was understandable that people were afraid when they saw their peers perform feats that would ordinarily be impossible to perform, if not possible solely with the aid of some sort of technology. It wasn't always easy to distinguish between a Jedi and a Sith, either. There were some theories that Force-sensitives, or beings with the blood of the Sith species, at least, had cruelty had-wired into their genes. Seron thought it to be a very compelling argument, considering the history of the Sith and the emerging forces that their legacy has ultimately given birth to.
On the other hand, though, Seron Crodo was a Mandalorian, and to this day, his people were rarely unassociated with the idea of hardened, fierce, battle-worn warriors. In fact, they were no strangers to the idea of rebelling against or attacking the Republic. They'd done so more than once in the last several thousand years... That was the end of the argument, as far as Seron was concerned.
"Sam..."
Seron climbed out of the truck.
"The moment I was born a Mandalorian, nothing has been easy."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:02 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal awoke abruptly, eyes blinking rapidly. He spit the cold water out of his mouth and cried out startled. He coughed, getting the cold water out of throat. His head was throbbing. He groaned from the pain.
"You're not going to give me lightsaber back, are you?" Kal asked, his words coming out more like a mumble than a clear question.
Kal was so tired, and he was hurting in multiple places. Hurting a lot. He didn't have the energy to fight further.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:25 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
She smiles, happy to see her patient is conscious. Though to anyone else, it would appear slightly disconcerting to see her smiling like that over a man who looks like he is about to give up on life.
"Now now." She chides him patient like. "There will be time for that later. I have something very important I want you to see. Something that will answer your questions. However," she pauses for a moment. "However, I wont be able to show you on account that if I left you up, well there's no telling what you might do. And I think I can say truthfully for the both of us, that we're tired of fighting, though why it had to happen in the first place escapes me at the minute." This last part is uttered with in the tone of sarcasm. "So, unless you behave, you're never going to see your lightsaber again."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:37 pm
Point Nadir, Advent
Kal gazed up at the woman, taking a moment to process her words. His head just wasn't working at 100% at the moment.
"Who are you?" Kal asked. Then, with a sigh: "No, no... Nevermind. I don't care. I'll behave, for now. Just tell me where my lightsaber is..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:39 pm
Sam
Sam glanced at Seron as he responded so simply and one eyebrow raised slightly. Should have seen that coming, she thought in response. Thugh it was common enough knowledge that Mandalorians were, with few exceptions, a hardened people. However, that was a far cry from the kind of strength a Jedi Knight required.
In fact, his easy acceptance only sered to remind her of how easy it was to fail, to fall, and then to suffer the harrowing consequences. "This may come as a surprise to you," she replied, her tone cold with sarcasm, "but there is a reason our two cultures have clashed for over a thousand years and it isn't because of the similarities."
She left it there, silently deeming it unecessary to continue with any further reasoning on why she believed he was so uncompromisingly unprepared for this future. That and, as she turned away and entered the hangar, she looked intuitively to discover that any intention to depart Tython under the radar was not going to happen.
At the center of the hangar a signature red scarf played on a cool breeze and the ripples of turbulance created by arrivals and departures. Ronyo was in the middle of a serious conversation with... Sam's feet stumbled when she saw him; Comander Cole Barranks. Not many humanoids could confidentally recognize one insectoid race from another, let alone one specific member from the millions of others in even just one gene pool, but this Jedi was too well acquainted with this particular Republic Commander - especially when the sight of him alone stirred a long dormant and preferably forgotten memory.
She clutched instinctively for the nearest object, vision blurring and head swimming while a dizzy spell affected her physically; her spatial awareness abanoning her suddenly and completely mentally as she half-stood and half-leaned on the closest crate. Images pounded away at the inside of her mind while she bit her tongue to avoid hissing in pain, both from the present and the past. Sam remembered a man who had been ruined, a vengeance that nearly came to flower, and the timely arrival of the person who saved her life and then protected it bravely.
Opening her eyes banished the images and replaced them with the realization that she was pathetically clutching a cold, hard supply crate to avoid falling. Struggling to rise, blood rushing to her cheeks while confusion and surprise settled on her thoughts, Sam momentarily wondered at the severity the memory had on her physically. If the returning memories were affecting her that much now then it was even more important to leave this place where she felt so inexplicably vulnerable.
"I guess it's futile to avoid good-byes on this planet after all, she said as an after thought, eyes on Ronyo and Cole.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 5:37 pm
Tython/ Jedi Temple Ronyo sighed at hearing the commanders dislike at the more time consuming and longer styled plan with the idea that the Sith may already be on Coruscant. Such a massive act would have gone through the holonet like a wildfire through a dry forest though. The commander wanted quick decisive action that from what Ronyo could remember was never something that did well for a Jedi, but Ronyo could not deny the Republic help as that was the duty of a Jedi even if the Republic had cut ties. Also the fact it was Cole of all Republic officers asking made the matter that much more important and a bit personal. "Very well Commander, but I fear impatiens may work against us as it so often does. The council will likely not approve of the action but as you said things need to move quickly. However despite your wishes we will have to send Jedi in waves as it takes time to coordinate such a massive move of people, but we will do so on a smaller time table. I can give you four detachments of shuttles with Jedi and Healers along with our respective Mandalorian forces as well. You have not seen a fighting force until you have seen Mandalorians and Jedi fighting side by side. The moment we get shuttles full we will send them to you , with any luck we can keep reinforcements coming to you at a steady pace but know that with the passing of time some of these new Jedi are not combat hardened as we have tried to return to an older way of learning, but they are all still true Jedi."
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Campsite "Put aside all things personal a Jedi must, sacrifice freedoms of one's self so others may have them. We Jedi do not seek personal glory for such a thing is for the rest of the galaxy. The darkside, the Sith side is the way of personal greed and power. Never has that lead to happiness, for only sorrow and remorse lies down that path. Many are the lives within the galaxy, few are the Jedi who try and protect them, for this reason we must rise above self want, push beyond the boundaries of greed, and be symbols to those who need it. Pain and suffering are the trades of many the trade of some, and those we fight against but always look to save rather than vanquish."
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Tython/ Jedi Temple Ronyo turned as he was talking to the Commander and he caught sight of Sam next to the Mandalorian who he had tasked with showing his former master around the planet. It looked like she was already preparing to depart the temple once again. Ronyo had wished to spend more time with his lost friend, times with no worries about the past or the future but simply old friends enjoying the present. It appeared such a thing would have to wait even longer as what Ronyo could feel was a sense of wanting. The look on Sam's face was enough to show that there was much healing that needed to be done still and here on Tython apparently she could not find it. Much of the happiness that once glimmered in those eyes had faded and Ronyo hoped she would find that spark again, but also understood that there was a chance she might be changed forever. As it was now the people in Ronyo's life always seemed to be changing and not always for the better, it seemed something in the force was moving around him to push these changes on others. Still Ronyo waved to his old master and gave a true smile that showed he was more than willing to offer enough happiness for the both of them until she could find hers once more. That and he wasn't going to let her leave without at least saying goodbye.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 7:19 pm
Tython - Campsite Anya sighed in exasperation and wheeled around, turning on the little green Jedi Master. "The rejection of feeling and the one-sided view of the Force is what led to the Jedi's defeat by the Sith. The Jedi claim that absolutism is a sign of the Dark Side, yet that statement of itself is a absolutism. The Jedi are just as corrupted by the thought of absolutism as the Sith." She paused and sighed again, heaving a heavy breath. "The Force isn't shades of black and white. The Force exists in dark creatures and light creatures, but also in creatures and beings with no alignment. Clearly, there can be more than just good and evil. Using the powers of the Dark Side to achieve the goals of the Light Side... would that make me evil? If that's the case, then, using the Light Side to heal someone of the Dark Side, especially if the Dark Side user was doing the healing... that would make them serve the Light then. You see the conundrum? The Force doesn't have two shades... It's an all present existence, existing in all shades." She finished her rant and threw her hands up, then turned her back on the little green Jedi. "The Jedi of old couldn't realize that, and that is why the fell." She added that with a cold, icy tone, directing the failure of the old Jedi directly at the little green Jedi.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:53 pm
Camp site
The old Jedi listened to the girl speak and call on her emotion to fuel her words, her emotions opened herself up to the green alien and he gave a sigh that could not be heard but one he had given many times. The words the girl spoke were not unique, they were not the first of their kind to be called out to the Jedi, to the old Jedi himself, but they were ones expressed by someone who did not understand what it truly meant to be a Jedi.
"No...the Jedi fell because they could not see the dangers in the present that they believed to be in the future. To quickly the times of what could be into the times of now change. You have wisdom in your words young one but also ignorance as well. A person is the conduit of the force by which it moves and flow, choices are made by each and the force responds. The Jedi who uses a power marked by the Sith, what are his reasons what are his inner feelings? The Sith who heals...for a self needing purpose a goal not yet known? The code of the Jedi, words they are...and idea to help teach and grow a young mind to one day help and protect, a Jedi...deeper is the root. Purity does exists in the force as does wickedness, I have seen these wave both flow and crash...call to individuals they do seek them out to work and act. Grey is they path you speak of and for those who have walked it before...lonely and sad is the ending, for to be indecisive is to call on more darkness than one can know."
For a moment the old Jedi looked towards the Jedi temple with a smile appearing on his mouth. Slowly he sat down into a meditative position and looked back to the girl who spoke with words of confusion, anger, hopefulness, wanting, and truth. The Force moved about her in an uncertain way and the green alien looked down for a moment and then back to the Padawan.
"Understand the light, not far must you look for a paragon. The evil of darkness has tried to leave its mark upon...but washed away each time it has. Consequences...they come about for everything we do...good...bad...indifferent...all known and all must face it their own way. Your master, lost much has he down his path...lose more he likely will but still endure it he does and will. Much you can learn, much you can gain...if only your ears and mind remain open. Knowledge a pillar of the Jedi order it is, knowledge the strongest of all pillars. Without knowledge...you are blind and no other pillars will open for you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 9:27 pm
Tython, Spaceport
Seron gazed at Master Joelk, unabashed by the reluctant look she gave him.
"This may come as a surprise to you, but there is a reason our two cultures have clashed for over a thousand years and it isn't because of the similarities," Master Joelk remarked, sarcasm evident in her voice.
Seron thought about making a retort but the thought was blown from his mind when he spied Grand Master Ronyo Storm talking with some sort of alien bug in the middle of the hangar bay, next to the shuttle they were going to depart.
So much for a low profile, Seron thought.
Master Joelk grabbed hold of a supply crate, leaning on it heavily for support. She wasn't looking at Seron. Instead, she seemed very distressed at the sight of being found by the Grand Master, like the mere thought of being caught was a disaster, let alone the actual reality of it. Seron opened his mouth to speak, but then he watched Master Joelk gather herself back together-- at least, she seemed to based on Seron's perception from watching her from behind.
A pause and she still hadn't walked forward.
"...Sam. I take it you haven't said your good-byes?" Seron asked, leaning over her shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:28 pm
Missing Score
Alleged Jedi Knight Malo Sundancer was pulled through the throat of the station's landing bay until her ship reached an isolated landing pad where two dozen troopers in full white battle armor awaited her, along with XO Saul Slade. When the freighter captain stepped down the boarding ramp, she would be staring at the barrels of 14 WESTAR-M5 blaster rifles.
Tython
Cole his frustration hardly curtailed by the promise of still-late arriving Jedi followed Grand Master Storm's gaze. His impatience whirlpooled into profound confusion as he stared fixedly upon a Jedi he thought once long-dead. Former Grand Master of the Jedi, Cole would never forget how he once (barely) saved powerful and esteemed woman from an attempt on her life by a Sith. He was under the very strong impression, however, that Grand Master Joelk-- Master Joelk now, since Storm now claimed the title of Grand Master, Cole supposed-- was deceased.
The details of her reported death were sketchy, at best, but Cole had thought that all parties had determined that the Grand Master was lost on Ossus. Had she survived all these years on the barren, desolate planet, just recently rediscovered and brought here? What was she doing here now? Was she going to reclaim the title of Grand Master?
Cole cast a glance at Storm, trying to gleam some emotion of his face and stance. The Grand Master's smile appeared bittersweet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:51 pm
Coruscant - Lower levels
"That is correct." Ensis spoke, finding no reason for amusement in what she said, whilst the group of thugs burst out in laughter. "You owe me." She added, matter of fact.
One of the men stepped forward, his face frighteningly thin and dirty, with scraggy facial hair. He leaned in close on Ensis, whom was leaning against the window sill of an old city-floor leveled apartment build ages ago, or at least what was left of it. "What exactly, would we be owing you for, little missy?" He asked bemusedly, casting a grin to the few men behind him.
"For letting you live, of course."
They once more laughed out loud, much to Ensis' dismay. They weren't taking her seriously, people hardly ever did at first. Until they go to know her. After all, there few only so few that knew the face of she who went by Darth Ensis, she took great care in that.
"Oh! Then why didn't you tell us?" He licked his filthy lips once as he looked her over, a sickening smirk on face. "We'll be sure to tha-"
His head twisted back before his words were spoken, followed by a sickening crunch of bone and flesh being pulverized in his neck. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Pushing herself away from her spot, she casually stepped over the man's body, causing in turn for most of the men, those closest to her, to take a careful step back as the illusion of her ambassador-like appearance evaporated before their eyes.
Battle scarred, tattoo'd and with a pair of dangerously glaring eyes she stood before them, her hand casually stroking over the hilt of lightsaber.
"Now... as I was saying. You owe me a favor."
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Within an hour they collected a group of roughly thirty men and women, the vermin of Coruscant, living on the trash of the great city above. Her pawns in helping demoralize the republic.
"Now, as I said before, should you aid the Empire in this task, you will be richly rewarded." She said to them. "You've been neglected by your so called fair and kind Republic. Discarded to live your lives in darkness, without proper food, or any aid or medical treatment. They left you to rot." She plucked a 10.000 credit chip from her belt and handed it over to the one that had gathered most of the group together. "The Empire however, will reward you for your strength, will reward you for your desire to see change! We won't shun you for trying to go to the top, we won't chase you away. Instead, we will commend those that have the strength and power to reach it!"
Her lightsaber flicked on, raised up towards a sky they could not see, illuminating the badly lighted street in a glow of red.
"Up there lies the Jedi Temple, and while it has been abandoned by the Jedi, it still serves as a symbol for the republic. A symbol of trust, of lending help to those that need it! A symbol of what they have denied you."
She lowered her weapon, but didn't switch it off just yet. The red glow was intimidating, it caused fear. Fearful people were easier to influence.
"I want you to destroy that symbol. Trash it. Break anything you can find, burn it's gardens, wreck whatever remains of it's libraries. Do a good job at it and I will make sure your rewards last you a lifetime. The sooner it happens, all the more pleased I will be."
She turned back to the man whom she'd given a credit chip, this time holding out a datapad from recognizable Imperial technology. "As for you, I've got a special job. You see, you nabbed this from a drunken and loudmouthed smuggler in some questionable and musty cantina."
Albeit most information on it was fake, it did contain information about an attempt to bomb the senate, the plan that had previously this day failed to a degree. Fictitious mercenaries were assigned to the files to have participated in this attempt.
The second file on the datapad was completely false, it lend it's credibility to the fact that what was described in the previous file, about the bombing, had actually happened. This second file spoke of a shipment having successfully arrived on Coruscant five days ago. This fake shipment allegedly consisted of a replicant sample of the Krytos virus. A deadly disease that destroyed the flesh of most non-human species.
Even Ensis wasn't mad enough to actually use such a dangerous and risky biological weapon, but the fear it would cause that such a thing might actually be present somewhere on Coruscant would have more than enough of a devastating effect. Fear was a powerful ally.
"Deliver this to the Coruscant security force station."
As she watched them leave, a satisfied smile grew on her face. As little and insignificant as these deeds may have seemed, if they kept happening, sooner or later it would all pile up on them. Yes, she'd continue to nibble at the ankles of the Republic on Coruscant, until at last, it would fall.
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