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 Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 8:35 pm
Coruscant - Sith Temple - Throne Room
The lights came up slowly revealing the Emperor standing over his fallen opponent. A breeze came through the open windows and ruffled his cloak as the front doors opened and Imperial Knights poured in, sabers drawn. "My Lord!" the first in the room exclaimed, "We heard a commotion and rushed to your aid!" After a short pause and a look around, he added, "Where are your Black Watch, my Master?" "They died doing their job," came the cold response, "All of you should be so lucky." The Dark Lord walked over to the wall and knelt, picking up the Je'daii Master's saber and bounced it in his hand, testing it's weight. "Take our new guest to a cell and make sure there are ray shields in place. We will have much to talk about when he wakes."
Ascending the marble steps to his throne, he stopped, turned, and addressed an aid standing in the corner, "Have these windows replaced immediately."
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 9:23 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Following alongside the droid as it whirred and sputtered and clanked Elyria couldn't help but laugh " My goodness Star, we really must see about that upgrade! I'll have to speak to Master Rodger, if I can find him again that is" She laughed again, fighting the growing unease she had delegated to the holocron. They reached the door to the armory and, opening it with the Force, she was amazed at this size of it. Polished armour and weapons glittered in the overhead lights.. They had been well oiled and maintained perhaps in anticipation of their master's return. There was armor in all shapes and sizes, enough to outfit an entire army of mercenaries "My..Dash Lockheart was quite the collector!" She spoke to the droid as if it were a comrade...at the far side of the room there were several display cases. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she went over to look...there were crystals of all sizes and hues, permafrost crystals and Lignan crystals she gasped - "how did he gather all these" Other cases contained various descendants of the lightsabers the Je'daii used today and the evolutions thereof. "Yes Star, the Je'daii scholars have much to learn from this place" She knew she must get the "treasure" back to Tython, so she made her way to some of the smaller armor "Was this hers?" she chose a few pieces of beskar - a treasure in itself..and searched until she located a pair of the famed "crush gaunts Kad spoke so highly of. Loading the bits of pieces she gathered into her pack, she dropped her garments to the floor and replaced them with an armored vest knowing Vic may be awaiting her outside. She gingerly fitted her own clothes back over the armor...took a last glance around the room and made for the door. "Star - I would like one last look at the Garden if it pleases..in all this despair it is a place of great peace and beauty, can you find Master Rodger and send him to me there?"
Not waiting for a response, she left the room and made her way down the hallway to the Garden. As she entered she drew a deep breath, consuming the wondrous aromas within. She walked quietly thru the foliage stopping to sniff a bloom here and there and rub the soft velvety petals between her fingers..her mind wandered back to the day she returned from Nar Shaadaa, she found him there in the Master's Garden "why did her mind keep going to Ka'all?" she could almost feel the warmth from the sun she had felt that day..the way he looked at her and ran his fingers through her hair..she had never spoken to him about that day...and the feelings it aroused in her...and yet she thought of it now...in this place....
laughing silently to herself "Elyria...what is with you?" shaking her head as her long amber locks fell about her shoulders..if she closed her eyes...she could almost picture him there with her..."I must get this holocron safely away..it..affects me...in ways...and this place...those two...the way they looked at each other with such emotion...and yet...met with such a horrendous fate..."
She turned as she heard the door open - bringing her sharply back to reality"Master Rodger...is that you?
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 5:55 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Rodger was indeed there; however, Star was with it as well. They each held a trey. The trey's were made of a polished silver that shined like a light. Rodger on top of his trey was a helmet that matched the set that Elyria had under her armor. On Star's trey was a blaster and a sword. The blaster was ancient, it looked to have been past down from generation to generation. The sword was the one that Vic had onced used, but for some reason it seemed brighter or perhaps cleaner than it was before. Like its past evils were wipped away the few hours that it had been here.
"If you plan on going to battle in the mistresses armor. We would prefer it if you wore it all." Rodger said, and almost on que another droid appared beside him. This one also carrying a silver trey, and on top of it was the rest of the set that she had left behind. This droid however was much different than the other two. This droid seemed a bit heavier than the other two and yet more flexable. On its back was a long blaster rifle with a scope. Even some of the more smaller details on it seemed more intricate and complex. Its hands looked like they were desigined in such a way that made it function like a human hand with a full five fingers unlike Star and Rodger who only had three.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:35 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Making a slight bow.."It would be an honor" Undoing her garments once again and letting them slip to the floor, she proceeded to remove the armor from the tray and fasten it snugly on her well toned form, speaking to her entourage as she did so"And your name Master Droid, I don't believe I've had the pleasure...are you a Battle droid? you're much sturdier and more detailed than any droid I've met...taking a small vibroblade from her pack, she fastened it securely aroung her well toned thigh before she once again fitted her garments over the armor in an attempt to conceal them from the naked eye. It was a snug fit, but she was able to manage. Reaching around she gathered the mass of copper hair and began to slowly braid it, tying it off with a ribbon she had in her pack. "Master Rodger, can you see that Star here receives some proper maintenance? and any other upgrades available for her class? And Rodger, can you give me an update on the approaching sandstorm and the whereabouts of Master Lolovictum?"She reached for the blaster and began checking it's workability, peering thru the scope, checking to see how easily it's mechanics slid back and forth, before holstering it beside her own special model "I must return to my home base and deliver the artifact to the Grandmaster...I will return with scholars who will come here to study the various data coils stored in the library, and the treasure secured in the armory...will you be able to accommodate them?"Finally she reached for the sword, stepping back, she gave it a few swings listening to the whoosh as it cut the air, she gently rubbed her thumb along the blade to check it's sharpness, felt the grip, light in her small hand, the hilt was platinum in color, encrusted with jewels of various sizes and shapes forming the Mandalorian crest, she turned it in the light catching the glimmer with each turn"Truly beautiful! I have never seen such craftsmanship - the Mandalorian reputation is well deserved!" Reaching for the helmet, she put it under her arm and held it there. Looking from one to the other..she awaited their answers.....
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:36 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
The battle droid, as Elyria put it, seemingly nodded its head in approval when she accepted to wear the rest of the armor. "You may call this one Vigil if you so disire. And to answer your question, this unit is the most advance weapon to date. Its reflex's is on pair with any Jedi Knight and maybe even pose a challenge for one in single combat." Vigil said, almost sounding smug for a droid.
Then Rodger chimed in saying, "The ETA for the sandstorm is about ten miniutes. The former is still outside. As for this unit," Rodger said, meaning Star, "Its new voice box is still being made. We lack actual facilities to create such things easily." Star then atempted to say something, but another spark flew out of him and some smoke came out afterwards. Probubly meaning that its voice box finally stopped working or it short circited. In either case, Star's voice came out of the droid that was designated as Rodger.
"We will be able to accommodate for everything they may requrie besides for food. For we have none to speak of." Then it added on the end saying, "You look truly like the late madum in that armor. I don't think the master himself would be able to tell the difference."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:48 pm
Wastes of Mandalore - Unknown Location
Jaden had left the wreckage in pursuit of the spaceport on foot. He kept up a pace of a slow run so as to gain ground, but not slow enough to lose time. The sandstorm he could see off on the horizon growing slowly towards his location. He drew on oxygen slow and steady, one foot in front of the other. His new-found Master would be soon reunited with him to begin the teachings he sought. This all on the notion that Jaden bested the environment of Mandalore, which so far was pretty well. Time would tell however if Jaden was truly strong enough to be the Apprentice to a renown Sith Master.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:02 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
She made a slight bow," I thank you, I have heard great tales of her prowess from her dear Father...I am honored to represent her" She heard a slight tearing and realized she would not be able to disguise the armor. Once again undoing her own garments, she now carefully folded them and placed them in her pack. She stood there in the gleaming armor, surprised at how easily it moved with her every motion.
"Vigil - it is a pleasure...you are a weapon? Are you to join me when I leave this place?She looked curiously at her new acquaintance studying him carefully.
Turning to Rodger"Master Rodger, on my return I will bring the necessary accouterments needed to provide a workspace for repair and maintenance. We should also be able to convert at least a part of this Garden to hydroponics which will allow the growth of foodstuffs. I believe the scholars will remain here for quite some time - there is much to learn...
These sandstorms, how long do they usually last? would you recommend I wait it out, or should I hie back to my ship before it arrives?...and in the meantime... she smiled at the droids I have heard much of this Mandalorian armor, can someone show me how it works?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:50 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
"A machine does not choose what they are. So the creator chooses for them, so that is what it is." Vigil said, as if the same question was asked moments ago. "And if you wish for it to accompany you. Then it shall follow."
"Its as expected, Master Jedi. The guests that you bring can stay as long as you like. As long as we feel that they aren't a threat to our creator." Rodger said, so very politly. At this point, Star had silently disappared from the room.
"The sandstorms are at times breif, only lasting for a few hours. Then there are some that lasts whole days." Rodger remarked, "If you wish to wait it out is up to you."
Vigil stepped foward and said, "All armor is made different. Especially Mandalorian armor. Most are made to be heavy, testing both strength and will power. Signs that the leader needs to have the strength to bare the weight of duty. This ussually signs of a male dominated family. Others are more blanced good for both genders. Lastly there is armor that is lighter, a bit more nimble than the rest. That type is yours, its still fairly heavy since its made from beskar. You shouldn't have any problems with it unless you have never worn heavy armor to combat before. Then everything will seem very slugish until you learn how to fight with. Training techniques that will allow you to get used to it is to wear the armor itself during any sort of excerse or training." As Vigil said this, it seemed oddly rehersed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 6:56 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Yes Vigil, I noticed immediately how flexible this armor is, the weight is no issue, I have often trained in weighted armor and as a Force user, my own strength is enhanced. It is actually a perfect cover for me, I was being tracked by a Sith mercenary on my journey here, this should provide a perfect disguise in which I can blend with the general populace
She turned to Rodger, a slight frown creasing her forehead"I fear my comrades would not be too pleased if I were to remain here for a few more days...I suppose it is time to take my leave...I will return as soon as I can..." making a slight bow I thank you for everything....pressing a button on her wrist, she summoned her speeder from the Phoenix
Turning now to Vigil and placing her hand on his shoulder"It is best you remain here and aid Rodger in protecting this place..there are many who would try to lay waste in search of more treasure
Turning to face the two"You have done much to aid our fight against the Dark Side - I commend you
Heading towards the exit, she suddenly turned, her braid swing around onto her shoulder, her green eyes wary...
"Master Rodger..I have noticed you often speak of the Creator as if he were still alive...is there..perhaps..someone else here?...this Creator you speak of?
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:17 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
Vigil nodded his head and then disappared almost as fast as Star did. Leaving Rodger and Elyria alone.
"There is no need to worry, this room alone has killed many who have tried to come here without a key. We keep there skulls, but that is something to see for another time." Rodger said sounding very cynical.
"And right now, there is only you and us." It said, watching her leave.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:17 pm
Wastes of Mandalore
Shielding her eyes as she stepped into the glaring desert sun, she stood waiting while her eyes adjusted to the bright light. The sun glinted off the armor giving her an almost ethereal appearance, bathed in an other-wordly glow.....as her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked over at the crash site - it was deserted, but she could still feel Vic's Force signature...she knew he was nearby...she squinted, trying to seek him out...to gauge his feelings at this point...just then her speeder pulled up beside her...she knew time was of the essence, but she hoped she would get a chance to speak to him...to try and salvage whatever there may be left of their strange relationship..at least before she had to activate the nanomachines and wipe his memory clean....
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:26 pm
Wastes of Mandalore
He appared almost out of thin air to Elyria's left. "Ah so you finally leave?" Vic said sarcasticly, having a look in his eye that made him look comepletely insane.
He spun around to her right, and said "But I'm sure you enjoyed looting the dead and discovering things thougtht dead." He kept on danceing on the edges of her vision like he was planning on doing something rash, but didn't make any sort of indication of it in his words.
"Now to the fun part. The payment for this exchange, you know most traders would actually ask for some kind of advance before commiting to a busniess deal. The amount due however has changed far to much for the original payment to surfice." The sandstorm was drawing closer with each passing moment, and yet he didn't seem to mind it. It didn't bring any sort of fear that you could see. The look in his face showed a much different story. The story of a man that lost too much to gain nothing in return.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:24 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
She grabbed him by the arm, holding firm the gauntlets strengthening her grip
"Vic...I'm sorry for all that has transpired...your life...your life has been a travesty of misjudgements and cruelty...but the fates are sometimes cruel...you have a chance...a chance..to..to..start over...I'll help you...as for payment...the credits will be transferred to wherever you choose...and an advance... she laughed bitterly... I have helped you fulfill your Father's last wish...at much peril... I have listened with horror to the events that led us here...as for looting...I plan to return these artifacts when I bring the Je'daii back to the Temple...but my experience on Mandalore has left me hunted...it was the only disguise available...I'm sorry...it must pain you to see me like this...but...even a warrior wishes to survive...as do I...come with me now...before the Storm hits...we can make what "reasonable" arrangements are necessary...
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 1:24 pm
Temple - Wastes of Mandalore
He sliped through Elyria's grip like a snake. "You talk like I am to be pittied, you talk like you did all this because you didn't have a choice. You made every choice yourself. All to fulfill a dead man's wish." Vic said, throwing his arms into the air and laughing at the sky.
"The price you owe me demands blood. Oh but not yours so you don't have to worry your pretty little head yours until I feel the price has been paid. Then I'll do to you as my father did to my mother. I'll cut your head off in front of your younglings, your students." Then like lighting Vic grabbed his mother's sword from Elyria's waist and ran a finger along the blade. "Maybe I'll even use the same weapon that my father used to chop off yours." The sword cut his finger, along the path the finger went a trail of blood was left behind.
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Nia Phoenix rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 4:33 pm
Wastes of Mandalore
"Yes...I pity you!" she fairly spat the words at him , her green eyes flashing in anger Your life has been wasted..wasted in bloodshed and revenge...your beginnings were cruel...yes, but what have you done with them but continued the savagery..it is pitiable to see a life so...so wasted...you have nothing of value...no one of value in your life...those who tried to care you threw away...like the old man....so full of wrath and hatred you have missed the best parts of life...yes you are to be pitied! The choices I have made are for my people...the Jed'aii...and yes the Galaxy..I am a protector of life...and I will do whatever I can to preserve life..if there is something to be learned at this Temple..I will gladly take it..if it will stop the waste and bloodshed...I will take it!
She stood there..her face like that of a madwoman..flushed with anger, the winds from the approaching sandstorm blowing the small wisps of hair which had escaped her braid blowing about her face "YOU WANT MY BLOOD!!! TAKE IT NOW! BUT I WILL NOT GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!!!!
(just to refresh our memories:
Vic: DEFENSIVE Division of Sith Alchemy
They will use the "block and counter" method where you have to roll the same die you were attacked with. A successful roll on your part negates the damage done by your attacker and deals it back to them based on your rank.
weak (4-sided die) 1=miss, 2-4=hit 50HP damage
medium (8-sided die) 1-4=miss, 5-8=hit 75HP
strong (12-sided die) 1-9=miss, 10-12=hit 100HP
Elyria: BALANCED
**combination of the first 2 styles with no strong attack, but can heal**
weak (4-sided die) 1=miss, 2-4=hit 50HP damage
medium (8-sided die) 1-4=miss, 5-8=hit 75HP damage
block/counter success = no damage to you, but 75% damage returned
HEAL (for all ranks) 1-75=no heal, 76-99 heals 50% of starting health, natural 100 heals 75% )
Elyria Stone HP 250
she raised her hand as sparks began to emit from the tips of her gauntlets, putting more power into the strike a chain of lightning flew from her hand aimed at Vic
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