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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:25 pm
Deakin had been walking for a few minutes, trying to remember the city's layout. Finally, the inn was in range. As he proceeded to its doors, he kept an eye out. It had been too long for him to come back home, and anyone could be angry.
Entering the inn, his boots clanked, and his gear rattled. Deakin picked the darkest corner of the inn and sat down. With his face in the shadow, he felt safe enough to place his helmet on the table. It was facing the general vicinity of anyone walking, so the helmet was notable. He kicked his feet up and reached in his belt pouch for a roll of tobacco. It was one of the few left, and he was starting to get agitated about it. One crate in the ship. Barely able to light it, the ember of the roll lit half of his face, scars visible. Hopefully this is where he could regain some honor, maybe a few soldiers to share war stories about, and just have a drink. "Can I help ya, sir?" a young woman asked with an empty tray.
"Yeah," Deakin replied, ashing his tobacco roll. "Ale, anything. A pint of it, and keep'em coming." He threw a few credits on the table, surely enough to cover a good amount plus a tip. Getting drunk wasn't very easy for him, and it was almost as easy to keep stable.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:48 pm
One of the officers onboard the Revan's Legacy repeated the details of the attack on the supply convoy to Marr as he silently watched his new apprentice demolish the training droids.
"We have managed to learn only little from the debris at Hyperspace Beacon T-3577. Whoever attacked the convoy did so suddenly, probably before the escort frigates even had a chance to fire back," the officer continued. "We also know that most of the supply ships were captured instead of simply destroyed."
"It serves us right, leaving our convoys so lightly defended," Marr replied, keeping his eyes on the viewscreen in front of him as his young apprentice finished the exercise and collapsed to the floor from exhaustion. "It also means that our current supply routes have been exposed. I want the guard detail on all future convoys tripled, and I want an intelligence vessel to accompany each so that we can get some answers next time. Also, it would probably be best if we didn't have all of our transports slave-rigged, so make sure we have competent crews staffing them from here on out. Make sure we use alternate routes for future supply operations, we might just be dealing with common pirates..."
"Or?" the officer asked after the Dark Lord paused in thoughtful silence.
"Or we might be dealing with a much more cunning threat. Whoever took those supply ships weren't part of the main Republic Navy, or they would have simply been destroyed. They needed those supplies, badly enough to risk our attention. I have an idea of who, though I cannot be sure until we have more information. Have a third of the fleet return home with the latest group of Givin converts. Also, have my apprentice brought to the main hangar and put aboard the Avatar and prep it for launch."
"You're going with them, then?"
"I'll be gone for only a short while. The Legacy will remain here as a symbol of my authority, and I'll be in constant contact with the Admirals. Until I return, we will continue to solidify our hold on the Givin Domain and keep up our attempts to win over the populace. Relay my orders to the Fleet Admiral."
"As you wish," said the officer, turning on his heel and exiting the room.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:30 pm
Jakar awakened in a small, well-lit room. He rose from the stiff sleeper that he had been laid on and took notice of a nightstand-like table with dark trappings. Seeing as how he was still missing most of his coverage, Jakar donned the black clothing.
He walked to the door and look at the control panel. After several attempts to open the door, along with failed tries to override the lock, Jakar sat back down on the sleeper and assumed a meditation pose. He opened his senses through the Force and looked for signs of life.
After a few minutes of focused searching, he sensed someone close by. Jakar began pounding on the door, attempting to get the attention of the passerby.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:55 pm
Rook turned the lightsaber over again, examining the newest addition to her collection as her ship blasted out of orbit and into hyperspace. It was obviously made with a higher degree of skill than her other one, which made sense, since she took it from a mere padawan. She attached the Jetii weapon to her belt and laid back against the bulkhead, closing her eyes and waiting for sleep to descend upon her.
Lord Marr had already been notified of her success, and she was already speeding toward her next target. She would begin repairing the damages to her armor in the morning, for now she simply needed a good night's rest...
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:31 pm
"That door doesn't actually open," said a voice from behind Jakar. The man that voice belonged to was a little over six feet and looked to be in his late twenties with short, black hair. He stood in front of a now open section of the wall that had blended seamlessly with it before.
As Jakar turned to face him, he stepped to the side of the portal and revealed the corridor beyond it. The floors were carpeted, and the walls were adorned with various paintings and other works of art.
"The chef has prepared several different dishes in the mess hall, if you're hungry. Also, we'll be exiting hyperspace and entering Lyran space in about two hours, and touching down on Lyra III in four. Also, Lord Marr has requested your presence in his quarters sometime before we land. If you need anything else, you can reach me on this comlink."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:52 pm
Jakar gave the man that seemed to come out of nowhere a questionable look. He could have sworn he was a prisoner to the Sith, but they were treating him like a guest. Whether or not it was some kind of deception, Jakar couldn't decide. He kept his guard up in any case, but knew that attempting to escape or fight would be pointless.
Jakar then simply nodded at the man and left the room through the "new" doorway. His stomach rumbled fiercely as he walked through the corridor. Jakar remembered how much he had strained himself, and he had no idea how long it had been since he had eaten something other than food pills. And even then, he didn't even know how long it had been since those were consumed.
After a few minutes of searching, Jakar finally found the mess hall and saw the assorted food that was laid out. Before he dared take a chance at consuming it, he wondered if any of it was poisoned, or if there was some kind of truth serum planted within the food. Jakar came to a conclusion: if they had wanted to kill him, they would have done it already. And even if there was truth serum in the food, he simply didn't care. The Jedi Order, and by Jakar's logic, the Republic itself had abandoned him. He could care less about the bureaucrats and the once-respected, now-corrupt peacekeepers.
Jakar grabbed a fowl leg and furiously ate at it, then poured a glass of water and consumed it quickly. Once content, Jakar opened his senses and tried to look for this man known as "Lord Marr" that he could only guess was the Sith that had knocked him unconscious. Jakar detected a relatively familiar dark presence that he could only assume was the Sith Lord and made his way to where he assumed was the man's quarters.
The door was closed. Jakar knocked and waited.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 2:45 pm
The Revenge landed at the spaceport at Phelar, a large city on the Republic-held planet of Eriadu. Rook had several targets on the planet, some of which were time-dependent. Her employer had also requested that she launch some of the reconaiisance droids she had onboard to several points on the planet.
After paying the ship's docking fee and for general maitenance, Kira and Fi rented a V-13 landspeeder and loaded it with supplies. They then headed through the dense traffic towards the heavily industrialized, urban area that the locals referred to as Old Town Factoryville.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 5:14 pm
"Come in," said a voice from inside the room.
Marr was standing at a large window, watching the stars pass by as the Avatar traveled through hyperspace. He was still wearing the same armor as before, though the helm was lying on the desk behind him. His secretary and bodyguard, a dark-haired woman by the name of Marie Celeste, was sitting on a luxurious couch on the wall near him, busily looking at a datapad.
"You did well against the training droids," he said, still facing the window as Jakar entered the quarters. "Some padawans are nearly useless without their sabers, I'm glad to see that you are not."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 6:39 pm
"He may have been a traitorous mynock," Jakar said, "but he was a talented teacher. My former master, I mean." Jakar took a breath. "I'm curious. Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? And why are you taking me with you on some sort of mission?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:04 pm
"Killing you would have been pointless and wasteful. You, like most beings, have the potential to be far more than you currently are, given enough time and the proper instruction. I only kill when I must, or when the alternative would require the expenditure of far too many resources."
Marr turned towards the young man as he said this, the light above revealing his face.
"As for our destination, we are not speeding towards some mission, as you suspect. I am merely returning to my adopted home for a short time, where I will deal with some affairs of state before going back to the campaign. I had actually hoped to make you an offer before we get there..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:45 pm
"I'm listening," Jakar said. Curiosity took over his mind.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 2:57 pm
Aurora sat in the cockpit of the new fighter as it drifted through the blackness of space; the lights from the control board were the only illumination with in the new war bird. Her helmeted head swiveled to the left and right, even with out using the force she was able to spot the running lights from the other squadron members around her. The ice ring sparkled and twinkled, giving the appearance of crystalline necklace as it orbited around the moon.
She keyed her ships com to the privet channel reserved for her and Ritt.
“I get the impression that you have some reservations about this project Ritt. I could feel that you didn’t care much for Bevel. Have you dealt with him before?” She inquired.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 11:06 pm
"No, never seen him before today," Ritt replied, the coms squawking. "Bevel has to be a brilliant person. He comes from kuat, and being male, and independent, that means he's beyond genius to avoid such biggoted matriarchy they use. It's not that, though. I know his kind. They're engineers... usually intelligent, but sometimes they miss a detail when they look at the big picture. We're flying prototypes. Which means that anything he missed, we discover the hard way. Nothing designed has ever perfectly worked in the field the first time. And, I like my aurek."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 2:00 pm
"Spend a week with me. See all that Lyra and I have to offer. Witness how a simple dream has changed the face of this system, a dream that I hope to pass on to the rest of the galaxy. Let me show you a power more tangible and liberating than you could imagine. Then, after the week is over, you will be presented with a choice. To stay here as my apprentice, heir to all that I can teach you; or to leave this sector in peace."
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 2:56 pm
"I have nowhere to go, and no money to spend. Your philosophy on the Jedi and the Republic is similar to mine. And your power and wisdom are great. I also, admittedly, have gained respect for you, though you knocking me into submission has offed it slightly, I am willing to looker deeper into your teachings." Jakar took a breath. "I accept your offer."
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