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 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 4:21 pm
Corruo
Morbella glanced down at the flag as if seeing it for the first time when really it was just a reminder. Somewhere before the sudden attack from the blonde, Morbella had noted a lack of clothes.. but what to do about that.
"I'll help you." Morbella said, deciding as she said it. "Here. Put these on as I hand them to you, and be quick about it." Urgency made Morbella's tone harsh, but she didn't have time to coddle the girl. She clearly wasn't physically injured so she could move.
She stripped quickly, tossing her Officer's uniform at the girl including the under garments. "You don't have to wear those," Bella said, pointing at the underwear, "But at least shove them in the pockets. And here," Completely nude, but apparently completely comfortable about it, she tossed down her IDtag - no picture, but it had enough clearance on the first glance to at least exist, something that the blonde couldn't currently say.
"Get dressed and fast. The emergency stop won't last much longer and we can't afford to hit it again."
It was a gamble, sure, but so was her entire life the past five years. She was taking a chance that 'Visum' had hidden her face under that blindfold long enough that, dressed in simple Officer's garb, she could move quickly enough in the corridors without being recognized. Morbella would be fine, too, because as a Gurlanin, on a ship where there were already a number of them, she could last long enough to get to her own quarters. From there they could track down Visum's and disguise the blonde more thoroughly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 4:45 pm
Ithor - Tafanda Bay
"Oh..." She shrugged casually. "Just some boring crap, really." She said, which it pretty much was compared to what Kal had been doing by the sound of it. "Didn't even need to rely on any luck to get me through this job, let alone rely on the Force, but I guess it's a nice change of pace compared to the trouble we used to have to get ourselves out of."
She leaned back on her seating, folding one leg over the other, before she continued.
"Pretty much just been hauling equipment from various suppliers to here, and the occasional few animals and plantlife." She laughed for a moment there. "And here I am, taking a break from what seems to be the most boring job I ever got and you're out there being busier than ever before."
She leaned forward to grab her cup off the table, but drink it from it just yet.
"I've been in this city one extra day now, and despite it's beauty, I think I'd rather spend my time on Nar Shaddaa, if you know what I mean."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 5:53 pm
The Corruo - Turbolift
She blinked in surprise when the first articles of clothing fell down on her lap. Only then the did the words of 'I'll help you' actually get through to her. But why would this person do something like that? She couldn't recall ever having met this person before, and from this encounter she could deduce this woman didn't know her as a friend either, nor even her name most likely.
Her eyes wandered from the girl to the jacket she held in her hands. She didn't think this day could possibly get any stranger at this point. Not that she wasn't grateful this woman tried to help, especially after the blonde had attacked her like that, but it was still rather strange for someone of this ship to offer their help like this. Unless it was a ruse.
"Get dressed and fast."
Snapped from her thoughts, the stern tone startled the girl into quickly getting to her feet as she started to fumble with the articles of clothing.
It wasn't long before she had the uniform on, the other woman wasn't much taller than her and of similar build, so it was a decent fit. She found the uniform to have a rather confining feel about it, though. She couldn't imagine how anyone could manage to wear this nearly every day. Still, she was glad to be wearing something.
With the undergarments stuffed in the jacket's pockets and the ID tag in place, she glanced back towards the raven-haired woman, wondering what she was going to do now. Did she have some sort of plan? She wanted to ask, but with the harsh tone the woman had spoken in, the blonde was sort of afraid to say anything now. Instead, she nervously played with her fingers once she was done dressing herself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:07 pm
Corruo
Morbella took a deep breath, the only moment that she was willing to spend to gather her strength. Focusing, she masked her presence in the force to be completely invisible to the senses of all Force Sensitives on the Corruo.
The doors wouldn't open during an emergency stop, not without an additional fail-safe to override the security features on the lift. She could only guess that they were close enough to a floor to get onto once they were open.
"Cover your eyes." Morbella said, taking the blaster again and aiming it at the lift controls. She only looked at the blonde once and offered little illumination on her actions. "Once the fire supression systems detect smoke in the lift those doors will open wide enough for us both to slip through. You'll have to take my weapon, but follow me once we're through. Don't make a run for it..." She hesitated, calculating possibilities as fast as she could manage, and added: "If we're confronted, and if you need to make a run for it, I want you to shoot me. Don't shoot to kill, just make it count."
There wasn't time to make sure the woman understood, but judging by how quickly she'd managed to get dressed Morbella was willing to assume that the blonde would continue to catch on quickly. Another breath, and then she fired. The plasma energy at once sparked, minor bolts of electrical discharge lancing out, and then small flames appeared. The emergency lights dimmed to red, and then the doors opened - as predicted - enough for them to slip out. It wasn't designed specifically for the allowance, but because both women were on the petite side it wouldn't be an issue.
Morbella peaked through the opening, which was a foot and a half from the ceiling of the floor, and spotted no posted sentries (which they wouldn't be, on the quarters floor). They'd have to drop down from where they were, but it was do-able. Tossing the blaster to the blonde, Morbella gestured for her to go first. Before the blonde even started, Bella shifted back to her Gurlanin self - her black hair lengthening and growing along her into thick fur, joints shifting, buckling, and bending to become canine, and her face elongating into a snout - and grabbed the discarded flag from the floor of the lift with her teeth..
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:11 pm
Ithor, Tafanda Bay
Kal looked away evasively. Yeah, he knew what Daesha meant. He also knew that that's probably what drew the attention he was trying to hide from here.
"I think the Sith are active there," Kal said, trying to dismiss her desire to return. "You don't want to get involved with them."
Kal leaned back in his chair and took another sip from his mug, still not quite looking at Daesha. He took one more sip, decided he'd had enough of it and set the mug back down onto the table. Still not looking Daesha in the eye, he finally admitted why he'd come. Kal's smile slackened. He hated admitting he needed help.
"I got tagged on Ord Lithone," Kal said. "I got tagged on Ord Lithone and I had nowhere else to go... The Sith found me."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:51 pm
Malachor V Space/ Shadow Prison
Once again Ronyo had made his way out to the isolated recesses of the galaxy to visit likely one of the deadliest Sith known. Looking over the controls of the freighter again for the hundredth time Ronyo found it odd how much this ship differed so much from his own. His Old World ship was in need of maintenance, for a ship that old required constant tune ups. Instead the Jedi Grand Master had opted for a YT-1930 freighter the Jedi had confiscated from small group of pirates.
As Ronyo neared the orbital prison once again he was given the new drifting calculations to plug in to his docking procedures. For a while Ronyo almost thought the calculations were getting predictable but this new batch messed up his whole thought process, which was in essence a good thing for the places security. Within a short amount of time Ronyo had docked and landed on to the Shadow Prison but instead of being meet by a group of Mandalorian commandos, he was meet by a team of defender droids.
Ronyo had given the commandos some leave time, for being on duty almost non-stop in the prison was draining and Ronyo understood the need to keep troops moral and spirits up. The defender droids would serve well enough for the time being and Ronyo worried less with machines guarding the Sith as well. Before Ronyo reached the main security wing one of the defender droids guarding the door came up to him and handed the Jedi a data pad. After looking over the device for a time Ronyo nodded his head and handed it back.
"These orders are correct, make sure they are followed to the letter. What's this about maintenance?"
"We were told to check the power relays by the commandos, they said..."
"That's fine I was just checking."
As Ronyo entered the security center he was scanned as always and brought to the next area where he was asked to relinquish his lightsabers. On any other day he would have done just that but on this day Ronyo did not have any lightsabers to relinquish. He knew his trip was going to be a quick one and didn't want to bother with any unnecessary actions. With that Ronyo entered the viewing room but did not go to his normal spot and sit down, instead he moved to the far door on the other side and entered a series of codes to allow the door to slide open.
Ronyo moved down corridors guarded by a few more droids but clearly the area was not used much by the small accumulation of dust. Ronyo had made his way to the prisoners holding cell door were he once again entered a series of codes that caused the door to slowly slide open. The door was designed to open slowly, but it seemed even slower for some reason. Ronyo did not pay it attention as he slid into the cell while the door continued to slowly open. No one had entered the woman's cell sense the day they first put her in it.
"Mabysyn, I need your help and I think the only way you would be willing to help me is if..."
A spark came from the door then and as Ronyo turned to look at it he could see the door had stopped moving. More sparks came and the door seemed to try and move but could do nothing but shake and rattle. Before Ronyo could bring his COM link to his mouth a series of sparks sounded off and with the eeriness right out of some bad holo-movie the lights suddenly went off followed by a sound that could only be one thing...power failure. As the emergency backup lights kicked in Ronyo turned to look for the Sith.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:59 pm
Corruo, Turbolift
Sephis stared at the holo-display for the lift. It had been sitting at deck 23D for five minutes now. Turbolifts normally stayed on one deck for less than a minute. Sephis reached out with a mental probe down beneath him, searching for the lift's occupants. He found the minds of several soldiers, slowly growing impatient while waiting for the lift.
And then he found what he was looking for: A mind scared, confused and not as familiar with this place as they should have been, if they an officer or enlisted. Sephis couldn't quite discern what she was doing here, but she was an intruder nonetheless. And she was being helped by someone.
Sephis couldn't figure out who. He didn't sense any other minds, or any Force-signatures in a nearby area. Force-signatures could be masked, though. Or someone could have been assisting her via a COM unit, or through telepathy. Their were a few strong possibilities. Sephis didn't have the patience to analyze them.
Pulling out his saber from underneath his cloak, Sephis ignited it with purpose and shoved it into the turbolift doors. He leveraged up. He leveraged down. Then he pulled out, swinging in a downwards arc, stepping to the side to avoid it and leaving a long burn mark along the floor. Forcing the doors apart with the Force, he stepped up to the edge of the turbolift shaft and looked down. It was a long way down.
Easily over a dozen decks down, Sephis could barely make out the top of the lift. Sephis swore once and then jumped down the shaft, cloak flapping and his saber poised to strike any adversaries at the bottom. It was a quick fall. He'd land in just a moment, using the Force to thud onto the top of it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 10:38 am
Naboo
Kennero moved without a word to Sam's side to assist her in standing. She looked weak, too weak, and he wondered again what Isani had been doing here. He gently probed the former-Grand Master's body and mind with the Force but detected no harm, just weakness and instability.
"You're not well." He said calmly to Sam, and looked once meaningfully to Mina. "Is there somewhere we can take you?" He didn't want to leave her here, not now that they'd found her still alive, but he didn't want to risk upsetting her, either. He sensed that there was much struggle in her emotions and her mind, despite the calm facade she was masking it with.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 11:03 am
Shadow Prison.
Detainee...
xxxxx░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
Passion, choke the flower
till she cries no more.
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Mab had moved little from the last visit from the Jedi Grand Master, only enough to keep the stiffness out of her joints. When he entered the viewing room she knew, but when he did not at once take his usual seat her interest was peaked. Intensely aware of the goings on around her, desperation feeding adrenaline at the slightest hint of change or opportunity, she watching him enter the adjoining chamber which linked her cell to the viewing room.
The door to her cell hissed open and she tensed, watching from her place on the floor as Ronyo's form filled the doorway, and waited. There was a pounding in her head that drowned out what words he started with, a knocking from something wishing entry. Sparks danced, reflected in her eyes, as she inched forward silent as a ghost. Then the power failed, and she sensed at once which entity had sought entry to her mind - the Force. Wrapping itself around her like a long-lost lover, caressing her mind and reminding her of sensations once stripped of her ability to feel, she shuddered.
When the back-up lights returned visual, Mab remained on the floor, still -- too still. On her knees, head bowed slightly, she peered up at the Jedi from behind her veil of hair. Her eyes shined with a feral light of their own, and she smiled. Then she moved, nearly a blur of speed, as her hunger now gave her wild strength. She leaped to go past him, towards the door, but swung her elbow down at his temple viciously.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 1:29 pm
Malachor V Space/ Shadow Prison
Ronyo had thought to be in suspense for an attack he could not see coming from the sith assassin. With the momentary lose of all light and the sudden on rush of the force the Jedi had expected to be witness to an act of stealth but he was quiet mistaken.
Still in the midst of turning the Grand Master saw the sudden on rush from the woman. The Sith was fast, her attack came with such a ferociousness that Ronyo found himself unsure of what to do. His mind seemed to flood with thoughts and ideas about what he should do or what he should not do but nothing seemed to come to mind fast enough. That on coming elbow slammed into Ronyo’s temple sending him to the ground and causing the room around him to blur and become hard to focus.
On the cold floor of the cell Ronyo could sense the woman somewhere around him but the blow to his head had made it difficult to bring his mind to bear. His hand lazily and instinctually waved his hand around where his lightsabers should be but he remembered he had not brought them with him on this trip. With a heavy sigh Ronyo felt his limb tingle from the blow and he began to do his best to compose himself for whatever came next.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 2:37 pm
Shadow Prison.
Detainee...
xxxxx░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒
Passion, choke the flower
till she cries no more.
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Aware of the droids beyond the cell, Mab's focus was on the Jedi - on her nourishment. She fell on him, rolling him to his back roughly, straddling him and seizing his wrists to pin about his head. All of it was complete instinct, practiced over a thousand times, and took seconds. Her weight on his, augmented by the force, held him securely and she closed her eyes. It had been so very, very long now but time did not dampen her abilities. The Force came to her, as willing as a trusting child, and Mab closed her mouth over Ronyo's. Her mind struggled to surround his as she reached within him, plunging fast and deep, and drawing what she needed from him. His life, for hers.
As sometimes happened with feedings, she felt a rush of thought accompanying the soup. Emotions, belonging to the Grand Master, and memories. Delighted, Mabysyn drank deeper - all of this time that Ronyo Storm had patiently attempted to know her, and she would now know him more intimately than anyone ever had.
How delightful.
Visions of Coruscant were to be expected, and then there was the story that he had only just told her - the Ghost ship and the previous Grand Master, his master, Sam-El Joelk - and more. Along came Darth Visum, Raven's Pup, and her name; Irella. Rokumasu was there, and then she saw the brightest, most valuable memory of them all - Tython.
Mab pulled back with a gasp, unfinished in her feeding. She hated to leave any prey alive, but now she had something even more valuable than freedom. She had the Jedi homeworld. Leaving Ronyo on the floor, only half-dead, she sprinted from her cell and phased through the barrier they'd often spoken through. Laughing with maniacal delight, she ran, and skipped, away from her cell with new strength burning inside of her and a frenzied desire to be free.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 3:05 pm
The Corruo - Turbolift
Just make it count. She repeated the words in her mind. All of this seemed to stir awake something within her. When the gun was tossed in her direction, she seemed to avert her attention back to the opening in the lift, only to snatch the blaster mid-air and with the same swift and precise movement holstered it.
She didn't know why exactly she had tried that. It had felt the same as when she had tried to attack this woman before. It was more than just instinct for survival. It seemed as if her body caught up more quickly with the situation than her mind. Even though she felt like she was supposed to be at least somewhat shocked by the the other woman's sudden transformation, she was already halfway through the opening before she realized it. Gurlanin, shapeshifter. This explanation seemed to come to her as if reading from a datapad. It was one thing to remain calm at the sight of it, but how did she suddenly know this?
With a loud bang, something landed on top of the turbolift. It spurred the blonde on to get a move on it as she dropped out the elevator and rolled to her feet, turning back around to wait on the other woman to make her way out.
Her heart was beating faster by the minute as she quickly went over the things that happened to her so far in her mind. Where she had woken up first, the room she had been in at and the items that lay in it. She felt like standing infront of an abyss and she only had to leap down for something to kick-start whatever would fix her scrambled mind, but it seemed like her feet were stuck at the edge, waiting for something to push her. If only she could remember how she got here in the first place.
"Which way?" She near hissed. The impatient and slight commanding tone of voice even surprised herself. She figured it was due to the urgency by not wanting to meet with whoever just came down above them, but by the way she found her body was able to move when it needed to, she thought just perhaps it was a tone she had once not been all too unfamiliar with. She certainly didn't feel like she could've been some some nice farm girl once. No, she felt like she probably wouldn't even hesitate if it came down to having to shoot the one that helped her right now. That thought was just slightly disturbing and frightening. Just what the hell had been done to her here?
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 3:45 pm
Ithor - Tafanda Bay
Her eye averted down to her cup of caf. She took a slow and thoughtful sip as she seemed to ponder over what she just heard. He had never told her much about the Sith, but enough for her to understand that he really needed to stay clear of them.
"Well, maybe..." She finally said, looking back up at him. "But they ain't got you yet and we'll see to it that is stays that way."
Standing up, she rubbed her hand over her face, followed by a short, deep, exhaling sigh. "You really should have contacted me first." She muttered, knowing it was too late for that now. "C'mon, get up. I want to see if they have any way of tracking you. Personal credit chip payments, ship I.D. Anything." Including a background check on any of his new employers for any possible Sith connections, she thought.
She didn't plan on wasting any time, something that trying to solve matters like this usually cost a lot of. There was a good chance that if they had tracked him to Ord Lithone, they just might be right behind him on their way to here as well.
"That's the last time I'm leaving you out my sight, Kal" She still managed to say, half-jokingly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:30 pm
Corruo
Morbella scrambled out of the lift, coughing only slightly as it quickly filled with smoke from the fire in the console, and rolled when she landed. The thump complicated things, changed the plan.
Shifting back to human, this time her red-headed, Hapian, pale face, she pointed. "There." The access corridor. With what little skill she had from years of practice, Morbella spoke while attempting to project her own memory to the other woman, and she hoped to hell that the blonde had enough of the Force to receive it. "That access corridor will take you to a hangar" -- <Where the newest recruits are given access to begin training as pilots> -- "That card will get you any ship that's there." -- <The clearance level of that IDtag will clear any security levels.>
She hoped that the blonde received enough visual aid from Morbella's experienced mind to get to the hangar and get to a ship without drawing attention, but that was all she could do. Stepping back, Morbella gritted her teeth. "Now, make sure I can't follow you. A struggle in the lift, taking her uniform, weapon, and IDtag to escape... it would just be Morbella's bad luck that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Swearing that she could hear the sounds of a lightsaber slowly gaining entry through the thick dura-steel ceiling of the lift, she added mentally, <Here,> and tapped two fingers against her abdomen, just to the side of her stomach. The blaster wasn't that accurate, but it was far enough away from her heart that she should live through it.
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