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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:08 pm
"What you fail to realize, Master Giddeon, is that what you call one thing rarely makes a difference to another person. If an assassin performs a job, what he ma call 'buisness' another calls 'murder'. Exclusive or not, double dealing to the wrong person can wind up with you at the wrong end of the sight," Vossa remarked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 4:32 pm
“Yes Daddy.” She says, putting up little resistance to him as once more she finds herself held by the scruff of the neck like a little kitten. “I’m sorry for my actions earlier Mom.” She turned to look into the droids mooneye.
“Indeed.” The eyelid shut and was retracted back with in the gate, witch split down thee center and slid silently open. “Come up to the house Jag. I’ve instructed security to let you pass.” When the gates full opened, only one guard was standing waiting, Niomies hover board tucked under his arm.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 4:38 pm
Jag snorted in contempt of what she called security but nonetheless escorted her daughter to the house. He eyed the guard holding the hoverboard as he walked his daughter into the upper class home.
Upon entering he looked about at the decoration, saying nothing and waiting for Sara to manifest herself while still maintaining a tight grip on his daughter.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 4:58 pm
“Hans, give Niomie back her toy and leave.” Sara sighed as she entered the room. Hans obeyed, handing back the hover board and leaving the room, closing the door on his way out. Sara waited for the click of the door before turning to face Jag, running her eyes over his handsomely roughish looks and suppressed the urge the smile. So…You’ve come for my daughter have you? What is the weight of your word that you can give me that would change my mind of letting her go anywhere with you .” She said sternly, placing manicured hands on shapely hips.
Niomie took the board with a nod and small smile from the guard, and stayed silent as her mother entered the room, her presence over powering and commanding the respect of others.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:20 pm
"Our Daughter." Jag corrected. "And don't play coy with me, Sara. I seemed to recall that you ran away from me, leaving me with a broken heart and an empty home. Was it because I fought for my people instead of your Republic? Was it because my people are too "barbaric"? I was willing to go to hell and back for you, and you left me for a pompus and self indulgent chakaar. Ive been shot, stabbed, beaten and burnt, Sara, but that wound has never healed."
Jag looked down at Niomie, a glimmer of sadness creeping into his stern eyes.
"I never got to see her grow up, wasn't there for her like a father should. Instead it was that chakaar you married and look what happens: you have to have your Security force run her down and she still got away. If I hadn't nabbed her, she'd probably had stowed away on the first outbound tramp freighter she came across."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:58 pm
Valkore snapped as soon as the order was given, just as a good soldier would."Sir, yes sir!" Valkore barked back. He switched comm-frequencies to speak with his squad. Valkore's loyalty was strong, and his respect for officers, even better."My squad, RV at Arca Barracks Depo #117! Double time!" he ordered. Within two second, each squad member sounded off with a "sir, aye aye, sir!" For Valkore, anything was better than PT. He was itching for some trigger time, or what he liked to call, "The Poodoo."
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 7:02 pm
Oriss ate the meal she was served. The bland taste was all she wanted. The need to be spiced up was like much of her previous life and done away with after the war. But that didn't matter. She felt the approach of one of her jedi mentors.
"You really need to get out of the temple more often," a coruscant accent spoke.
"Your jedi mind tricks won't work on me. Leave me alone," Oriss retorted.
"There's cobwebs over your V-19. If you had been my padawan, you wouldn't have been so easily introverted. There's nothing you can do about Miral, there's nothing you can do about the past. You need to get out and do something to make sure your training isn't wasted, sister."
"What do you mean?"
"I hear you've become quite the Soresu user, a master at flexibility and hand to hand combat, as well as quite the force user. Especially for a consular, you fight as though you were a guardian like me."
"I did train to be like you, Master. I had help from your padawan as well."
"Well then, I suggest if you want to be like me, you should take this assignment. Just like that Onderon person and Brike. Muunilist was attacked by what might be a rogue agent, a so-called sith possibly. I don't think it might be a real deal, but if it is-"
"Fine," Oriss said, standing up and flipping her hood up. "Get the clearance for me, I'll be on my way."
She began to walk out, before her mentor called back.
"Oh, and Oriss? I am flattered that you wish to be like me, but a person who does not make their own life, or lives the life of another is merely a shadow of a person."
Oriss said nothing as she walked out of the cafeteria. As she reached the hangar, she stared at the ancient ship. "As you say, Master Unduli. I will improve."
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:42 pm
“Fight fight fight! That’s all you ever want to do! You were the one who left to go fight in some stupid war. Leaving me at home to worry if you were eve going to come home alive. I would not have my daughter feeding off my fears as she grows up with out a father.” Sara turns her face away from Jag, averting her watery eyes and wiping the tears of an old pain away. “I couldn’t live like that, watching the holo-news and knowing that the man I love was out there on some hellhole of a planet. My heart would stop every time the doorbell rang for fear of receiving a flimsy notifying me of your death. How dare you put us through that! And now you come here at lecture me about what a family.” She looked back at him angrily with tear-stained cheeks and pointed a manicured finger at him. “If you wanted a family so bad you should have never left but you should have thought about that then. I did what I fell was right buy leaving you and finding someone who would be there for the both of us. And for your information he had done a far better job at it than you have.” She half-sobbed, turning her back so that nether the man she still loved nor the daughter she would die for would see her openly weep.
Niomie didn’t like the direction of where this conversation was going, for it was oddly similar to fights she had with her mother about Jags absence from her life. She turned her attention to something else and found that the lamp on the side of the end table of great interest. She had childish dreams of bother her really parents being together, it was her secretest wish, but she did not want this. To see her parents fighting like this almost brought her to tears herself as she realized that her childhood wish was one that would never come true.
“Stop it you two!” She finally cried out, sadness in her eyes. “Please, stop fighting. I can’t stand to see you two fighting because of me. Please, I’m sorry acting the way I did. I didn’t mean it” Niomie turned to look at Jag. “Please.” She asks him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 4:03 pm
"You still don't know why I fought, do you Sara?" Jag asked, his tone unchanged. "I fought for you, for Niomie, for everyone who couldn't fight. That's what a soldier does. He fights to protect those who can't, to protect what he loves. But then, I suppose aruetiise don't understand that."
He heaved a sigh as his daughter tried to intervine, but it was too late. The damage had been done. Sara was crying again.
"This isn't your fault, Niom'ika." Jag said to the girl. "Don't fret about it."
He hated to do it, but he had probably lost his chance now. Sara would never let Niomie come with him.
Jag reached into his jacket drew a sleek, artisticlly detailed blaster pistol, and held it before Niomie.
"This is a Blastech LL-30. Light, but with some decent knock-down power."
He swiftly demonstrated how to eject and load the power pack as he spoke. "I hand tooled your name in the grip. Might want to practice somewhere where the local cops can't hear it, though."
Jag held the gun, offering it to his daughter. "I want you to take this and use it to protect your mom, your dad, and your home. These guards are about as useful as B1 droids. I don't trust 'em, so its up to you. Daddy won't be in this area of space for a long time, and I'm trusting you to be able to take a stand. Think you can do that, Niom'ika?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 9:31 pm
Valkore was set, kit ready. His sidearm was in its holster on his right thigh, and his blaster rifle dangling on his chest from a sling. His squad was set as well, and they were off to the Barracks. Not too far from the barracks, Valkore called in. "This is Sergeant Fraust, en route to Acra Barracks Depo.. #117. Sir, what's on the agenda?" Valkore was curious as to what was going on. He was itching for trigger time, more than anyone he knew. Maybe even more than anyone in his division.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:20 pm
The comlink responded with static. For a few seconds, that could have easily seemed like minutes or hours, a few screams and blaster fire could be heard over the comm, scattered between periods of static.
We are under attack, Sergeant. You get your men here NOW! Set all weapons to stun if you can, we want these bastards alive if possible.
At that moment, all lights in the immediate area of the Depo, including the area Sgt. Fraust was currently in, flickered and shut down.
Get here now, Fraust!
All in all, Nine-Five was happy with this exercise he and his boys had come up with. But Kamino would dry up before Fraust new what the hell was going on. Soon he'd equip some form of night vision or use gun-mounted lights, and he would be seeing scorch and burn marks along the walls, empty ammo cartridges and trashed guns with various B1 droid parts littering the hall.
All an elaborate scheme to scare the osik outta these greenhorns.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:49 pm
All questions in Valkore's head died that very second the Officer's voice streamed through. He tapped the side of his helmet, and the night vision filter flickered on. The rest of his squad did the same. "Under attack," was a serious thing to him. Combat mode was engaged, he was like a droid. Valkore sprinted down the hall to the barracks. His weapon was raised, as he was ready for anything in the way. Right now, he didn't want to speak into the comm-unit, as the barracks was in view. He was quiet, and the only words coming out of his mouth, would be orders. The adrenaline was rushing, and Valkore loved every second of it. As soon as combat was met, all emotion would be gone. The area around him was all too real, but wouldn't stop him or his men. "Keep your eyes peeled, stick to the walls," Valkore said quietly into the built in comm-unit. He and his men kept low, eyes locked on their weapons sights.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:23 pm
Niomie looked from her mother crying on the couch to her father, tilting her head to the unfamiliar twist her had attacked to her name, as he held out the weapon to her. Her eyes ran over the blasters lines, studying the catch release for the power-clip, pausing on her name lovingly crafted into the handgrip. She reached out of the offered LL-30 and cradled it in both hands.
“Thank you Daddy.” She squeaked out, wrapping her arms about him in a joyous hug. It was then that Sara stood up, wiping tears away with a shimmer-silk sleeve as she approached the pair.
“I have been selfish haven’t I, keeping Niomie close to me.” She reached up, cupping Jags cheek in the palm of her hand and her eyes locking onto his. “A daughter should know her father.” She said lovingly, standing up on tiptoes to brush her soft lips over his ear. “Guard her well truest heart, for no place in the galaxy will you be safe from a mother’s wrath.” She whispered softly, brushing he lips over his cheek in a light kiss, for her to do more would have betrayed her true feeling for the man. She smile softly at Niomie, kissed her on the forehead and was gone from the room in flowing wave of shimmer-silk, leaving her most precious daughter with the man she loved.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:29 pm
Brike felt a small spike in the Force, something so small and gentle that she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't in such a meditative trance. Wandering closer, she felt the warmth that radiated off of the slight threads of emotion in the Force. She recognized one of them: war-beaten and broken, but affectionate towards...something. Trying to reach closer, Brike felt a sharp pang of longing. The sudden emotion snapped her out of her deep trance and she rushed back into her room.
Looking around slowly she breathed steadily, curious about what that emotion meant. She brushed a hand over her heart, savoring the warm, lingering feelings of kinship that had momentarily settled in her mind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:56 pm
Jag recieved his daughter's hug and his ex's kiss. Before he could say anything though, Sara had glided out of the room.
"I'll bring her back, Sara." He said in the direction she had departed.
Looking down at his daughter, he nodded towards the stairs.
"Go get your things, Niomie. Grab only what you're willing to carry. We're shipping out."
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