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 Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:34 pm
Marr nodded, thinking over Jakar's statement as the skiff turned the corner around one of the massive buildings and headed through the central area of the city. Soon, they came to its heart. There stood an enormous tower, the keep that had housed Lyran kings for millenia. Outside, another huge crowd was assembled, and the skiff made its way through it to the stone steps before it.
The crowd cheered as Marr and the others walked up the many steps, waving the banners and flags of their various houses. Then, Marr walked alone to a podium in the center of the building, placing his hands on either side of it and leaning down as the crowd cheered. He drew strength from those cries of love, wonder, awe, and ecstasy; a strength as tangible as the threads of the Force itself.
The crowd cheered on for several minutes before finally coming to a relative quiet, waiting for their leader to speak...
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 12:43 pm
"My people. Sons and daughters of Lyra.
For many years, we have been a broken nation. Shunned, oppressed, and conquered by those we sought to escape.
10 years ago, I asked for time, and that time was granted by you. You, the strength in my arm, the holders of my dreams.
Your forefathers embarked on the greatest exodus in the history of all mankind. An exodus for freedom. Lyra became that freedom.
In the time you have given me, I have rebuilt our nation, I have rebuilt our strength, AND I have rebuilt our pride!
Our enemies at home have been reeducated. We have given them new insights into our cause.
On this day, we stand united once more. On this day, those driven to divide us will hear our voice!
On this day, we shall act as one, and we shall be ignored NO MORE!
...Defenders of the Lyran dream, NOW IS OUR TIME!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 2:08 pm
"He has much more influence than I thought," Jakar said more to himself than the two Sith officers flanking him. "The arrival was one thing, but giving speeches of war that his populous approves greatly of is another. What does he have planned, exactly?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 11:06 pm
Koren stopped in the doorway of the Inn. Something had caught his eye. He turned and watched a man pull a gun on another. A bar fight. Walking closer, he watched the fight come to a conclusion and sighed. He almost wanted to intervene. Oh well. The loser of the contest tried to walk by Koren and ended up shoulder checking him. That earned him pain. Koren reached up and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into the wall, then into a nearby table. Koren drew a vicious looking blade and pressed it against his neck in the beat of an eyelid.
Noone brings violence into this Inn. If I ever see you around here again, hut'uun, you'll be dead before you realize it. Now leave, before I change my decision about letting you live.
The man got up and left the bar in a hastened manner. Koren nodded to the old man behind the counter, and indication of the fact he would pay for all damages. He gave the crowd a look through the optics of his bucket, a solemn stare telling them to stay in line. He then turned around, and walked out the door.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:07 pm
Deakin's laugh echoed in his little corner. Deakin put his helmet on and followed both men. He was itching for a fight. For the rush of battle. The other armored Mandalorian seemed like a ranked soldier. Deakin slowly approached him, IR-5 over his thigh. Deakin stepped out of the door and took a look around. For a second, he thought he lost the man. Right after, he spotted him. His helmet was amplified near the maximum. He whistled loudly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:32 pm
Koren heard a whistle and turned around. His red beskar'gam shone brightly in the noonday sun and his black visor now stared down the man who had whistled at him. Koren stood there, totally still, totally at ease, then spoke out to the man.
Is there something you needed of me, warrior? Or perhaps you are lost in our big city and you need directions?
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 2:35 pm
"Something I need," Deakin said crossing his arms. "Can you find an old dog a place in this war?" It's been a while since he stepped foot on the planet, but, it would be worth every second. "I want to fight for a cause instead of credits, now."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 7:45 pm
Koren stood there for a moment, examining the man. He waved his gloved hand at him and turned around to walk away.
My part in this war is not one for tourists looking for a thrill. Find your entertainment somewhere else.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 7:59 pm
Deakin lowered his arms. Thrill? Maybe the good old battle rush, but thrill was enough. "Thrill? Entertainment?" Deakin asked rhetorically. "Negative. I want a place in this damn war. I want to die for a cause. I could care less about thrill. If I die, knowing I did something right, I'll rest in peace." Deakin shook his head and proceeded the other way. "Good luck, vode," he said pausing for a second.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 12:07 am
Thule was experiencing another bout of quiet peace and uneventful days. The current plans were going smoothly, the only incidents for the moment were simple brawls in a cantina between guys that just had too much to drink in a single night.
Siren was among the other harem slaves. A few of them decided to play a game, with the usual high stakes that have become normal whenever there was a lack in Calliga's demand for them.
It was Siren against one other girl. The rest having been eliminated already. " Pure Pazaak. " the girl said, playing her last card and getting a 20. " Looks like I'm the star player tonight. " she said with a wink.
" Can't let you do that, ' star ' girl. " Siren said, playing one of her cards, also resulting in 20. She had a tie breaker in play. Siren won the round, but not the game. There was still a final round to go, as Siren's opponent still had something to lose after being forced to give up another article of clothing.
Another round began. Both girls had only 1 thing left to lose, so the next win would end the game. They had both used up all their side cards, so it was down to pure luck with the main deck. The cards were played. Siren had 18, and the other girl had 14. Siren decided to stand, so her opponent still had a chance to win if she got 19 or 20. She got a 4, resulting in a tie. Rather than taking the high risk of losing that round, she decided to stand.
The cards were shuffled again and another round came into play. The girl ended with 19 and chose to stand. Siren had 11. Her next card was 10, causing her to bust at 21.
" Looks like I won. " the girl said seductively. " Pay up, honey. " Siren merely smiled. " The real game's only beginning. " she said, removing the only thing she had left on her, besides her slave collar. " You know it. " the girl responded.
" Since you've been the one to always... teach us... the ways of pleasure and grant us the luxury of living here, I think it's only fair we return the favor and show you what we've learned. Right girls? " the girl asked, a few of the others giggling, with eager smiles all around.
Grabbing Siren's leash, she gently pulled her closer. " Tonight, you'll be the one begging... for more... " she whispered seductively. Siren just kept smiling. " Just promise me you won't hold back. " she said with a wink, before being surrounded by the other girls, all of them eager to get their hands on her.
Sometimes, even a master manipulator can become someone else's plaything, but in this case, that was hardly a bad thing...
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 12:36 am
Word was traveling fast through Keldabe. Ambu Ral could feel it. He had touched off a spark among the barflies, and soon his call would be answered by many.
The blue clad Mandalorian stood on the docks along the river Kelita, waiting for his men to show and doing some scheming in his head. He tinkered with the settings on his left gauntlet's gattling weapon, adjusting the speed of the rotation, when shadows fell over him.
He glanced over to see two Mando'ad glaring at him with less than pleasant demeanors, their forms blocking the setting sun.
"Word has it you're stiring up trouble, Chaakar." One of them spat. "our boss-"
"Doesnt like it when someone else ursurps his authority?" Ambu Ral finished, closing the pannel on his gattling gauntlet. "You tell Ung Kusp that I dont care what he thinks. I'm leading my army, and we're going to wage war as I see fit. If he's afraid that I will steal his place as the pathetic little king of nothing, then let him be afraid. It will keep him in his place."
"Alright. You asked for it, pal." The other Mando said.
A chord from Ambu Ral's right gauntlet shot out and clicked onto the chestplate of the last speaker. A powerful electric charge rushed up the line and jolted the man in his own armor until he was on the ground twitching. Before the line had detached from the man and recoiled back into Ambu Ral's gauntlet, the blue giant was on his feet, Beskad in hand to rain hammer blows upon the surprised Ung Kusp thug. A blow to the side and a strike to the head knocked the man to the ground from the concussive force of the short hammerblade.
"You don't scare me boys." Ambu Rall said as he sheathed his Beskad. "You nor your boss, nor anything in the galaxy can frighten me. I conquered that emotion ages ago."
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 2:00 am
Saria was tending to her garden, picking a few herbs for another experiment she had in mind. She noticed a slight shift in the wind and a hint of the Dark Side close by. She turned around to face the familiar figure, only to notice no one there.
" Hmm... Making something again? " Nemesis asked, standing behind her. " Yes. " Saria responded. " I needed a few more of these to test out if their healing properties would be amplified in another mixture. Up to your training routine again? " " I've been getting restless lately, so I might as well stay sharp. "
In an instant, Nemesis vanished, using Force-aided speed to run around the general area. After a few laps, she made her way back to her shack. She undid her cloak and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in skimpier attire than what she normally wears, but no moreso than atheletic clothing.
Taking a moment to stretch, she began to perform a martial arts style dance, meant to hone agility and flexibility. Her raw power was enough to usually outmatch any opponent, but sometimes a little finesse can result in a cleaner victory. Besides, it was more relaxing than simply destroying large rocks with raw power, and her normal garment was in need of cleaning after last time's session when dust started flying everywhere.
In only a few moments, she entered a trance-like state, becoming lost in her own actions. Her sense of her immediate surroundings became greatly enhanced. She could sense the very movement of the air around her as she moved her arms and legs around. After a short while, she got more intense, increasing her speed after every few movements. Soon, she was focusing solely on her front, as if attacking the air itself to make it dance.
Finally, after some time, she came to a stop. It had been ages since she engaged in true combat against a real opponent that wasn't just some common thug on the streets or just a sparring match with one of the Jedi. However, she wouldn't let a life of peace keep her from practicing her skills. In case she would ever be needed, she wanted to be ready.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:49 pm
"Very interesting," Nakara mused to himself, watching the 'duel' end so shortly. The echani was capable of a very particular skill, and not even Nakara could have forseen such an event. It was beautiful, it was... Chaotic. The crowd had a mixture of both confusion and excitement from the unique match, though the chairman had to continue announcing the next fight. By comparison, it would be rather boring, a Coruscanti gang leader versus a Caridian in classic beatdown fashion. Soon, the taung and the ubese would duke it out, but as the cameras rolled, he still couldn't get over the feeling he had someone watching him...
Firing the blaster through his cloak behind him, the stunned gurgle of a dead sith assassin reverberated through his personal stand.
"He had quite a blast," he muttered, continuing to watch the show, the crowd oblivious to the events in the private box.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 7:22 pm
This convoy put up a bit more of a fight than the last one, but the result was the same as before: utter and complete defeat of the Sith forces guarding the vulnerable transport ships, now caught in the tractor beams of the Maurading ships.
Aboard the lead vessel of the pirate ships, A rail thin man clad in a black naval outfit complemented with a crimson cape and a number of skull and cross-bones motfifs chuckled and stroked his dark beard.
"Avast. Another good haul courtesy of our good friend Darth Revan."
"Um, his name is Marr, Captain." Said the helmsman.
"Close enough. The scurvy sith dog be thinkin' he's Revan as it be." Mischief and mayhem twinkled in the pirate captain's one good eye as he sat up from his chair. "No matter how many o' his precious defense ships he be usin ta guard his convoys, he cant e'er stop the Darksun Pirates! Arr!"
He turned to the Communications officer with a smirk on his face. "As soon as we be outta the hyperspace lane, send a messenger pod to that Dirtfarmer's homeworld. I've thunk a way where we can be savin us some ammo and still be makin' a haul..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:50 pm
Koren turned back around to face the back of the soldier. He was tall and built, obviously not some out of town farmer type. Koren had seen him pull a rather large weapon out in the bar, which meant that if he had one big gun, he had others. So he was armed like a warrior. Not a diplomat or merchant, then.
Check, soldier.
Koren fiddled around in his bag and found two stun sticks. He tossed one to the man, at his feet, and turned the other one on. He tossed his back to the ground and took a stance. He wanted to see what this man was made of. If he was a soldier as he claimed, he would fight. And if the manda was on his side, then this man would be just the person he was looking for.
Come prove to me you deserve a place in this war. Unless you're too weak.
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