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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 3:00 am
" It'd have been nice to discuss this with Lord Marr in person, but since you act in his place, then I trust you will consider an offer. " Siren began. " It has been a while since I've kept in touch with other worlds. Thule has gone through a few recent changes lately. As you must be aware, the empire I was building was based not on instilling fear into the populace like all the other Sith worlds, but rather inspiring unity by bringing prosperity to loyal subjects. "
" Afterall, loyalty that comes from the love and admiration of the masses will go farther than any loyalty that only comes from their fear of you. If what I have learned is correct, Lord Marr shares in that ideal. Unlike Lyra, Thule lacked a strong military. I'm sure you're aware of my rather pacifistic approach to things. As such, my focus for turning Thule into the utopia it was involved very little in the way of funding military services. "
" This is where things changed. Recently, Lady Demaia came to Thule and... convinced... me to give her my empire. She has plans to bring the same manner of unity I believe Lord Marr wishes for as much as I do. Unlike me however, she has the military power to help bring such unity across the galaxy. To that end, I have come here on her behalf to extend an offer. "
" I believe it would be in the interest of Lord Marr, and Lyra itself, to join in this mission to unify the galaxy. There are many who would oppose such an idea, and would threaten any attempts to realize such a goal at every turn. However, with combined forces, all threats would become insignificant. " Siren said. " Throughout history, the Sith have always exposed a crippling weakness that ultimately ended all other attempts at such a goal. That of refusing to work together against their mutual adversaries. However, this time could be different. This time, it could finally succeed. You speak for Lord Marr. Will Lyra consider joining this cause? "
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:04 am
"Your goals seem very consistent with ours, Lady Siren," said Marie, pondering over her words and studying her face to try and determine her sincerity. "I do know that Lord Marr had plans already of uniting some of the local Sith warlords. I cannot see why he would not be very interested in your offer."
A beeping sounded from a small screen on the arm of the throne, and Lady Celeste bent over to read the message there.
"You're in luck, it seems. Marr's ship has just entered Lyran space, you'll be able to speak to him very shortly."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 1:53 pm
Jakar pulled himself up and looked around the room. The lights were mostly destroyed and both droids were decimated. He stretched for a moment and retrieved the lightsaber lying on the floor near him with the Force, tucking it into his belt. Jakar then strode out of the training room and walked down the various corridors of the palace. He still felt tired from the training encounter, but decided to report Lady Celeste his status.
After nearly ten minutes of wandering through the halls, Jakar finally came to the conclusion that he was lost. He stopped in front a duo of troopers. "Do either of you know where I can find Lady Celeste?" he asked.
"The Lady should be in the throne room," one trooper said. He gave Jakar the directions. The former Jedi gave the soldier a nod in thanks and followed the given directions. After several twists and turns, he appeared in the doorway of a large chamber. The Sith woman sat on a throne.
"Lady Celeste," he said as he walked in, "the droids are-" he stopped himself once he noticed a woman in questionable clothing. "I apologize, am I intruding something?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:15 pm
Marr came up to the bridge as the Legacy exited hyperspace and the captain hurried over to him as if called by some mental suggestion.
"Make sure that all military installations are at the second highest alert level. I want every ship ready for battle, every soldier ready to gear up and deploy at a moment's notice."
"Do you think that the enemy is foolish enough to assault us here?" the captain asked.
"They may try," Marr replied. "Also, I want a warning broadcast to all neighboring friendly systems. Tell them that Republic ships belonging to the Tett Expeditionary Force are masquerading as Sith pirates and have attacked Lyran forces in the Al'Har system. Also let them know that many of these ships are equipped with cloaking devices."
"Yes, my lord. Also, we have recieved a message from Lady Celeste. It seems that a diplomatic envoy from Thule arrived yesterday. She is currently in a meeting with their leader and wants to know when they can expect you."
"I'll be there within the hour."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:29 pm
"Not at all," Marie said, looking up from the screen. "We were just finishing up. May I introduce Lady Siren, former ruler of Thule and representative of Lady Demaia, a Sith warlord of considerable strength. Lady Siren this is Jakar, a promising young student of the Force who is considering becoming Lord Marr's latest apprentice."
Marie gestured to each of them as she made the introductions, making a mental note to chastisize the guards later for allowing him to enter while she was in an official meeting.
"Lord Marr's shuttle should be here within the hour, please feel free to enjoy the luxuries of the palace until then. Jakar, if you'll come with me, there is something that I'd like to show you..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:38 pm
"A pleasure," Jakar said as he bowed to the woman. He turned to Marie. "Of course, lead the way."
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:39 pm
Siren simply smiled at Jakar, then turned around slowly, teasing him slightly with a good view of her before the small cape on her back concealed part of her scantily-clad form as she headed out of the room.
Thinking of what to do to pass the time, she remembered she promised some noble a private dance, and a few other pleasurable moments to some others. Now was as good a time as any to fulfill those promises.
A short while later, she exited a man's quarters, leaving behind a satisfied noble. " One down... " she said to herself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 12:12 am
Onderon. With the jungle moon of Dxun currently behind the planet and therefore out of view, Onderon stood out as a singular green jewel in the otherwise black viewport of the Astral Chaos. Randall Dahn, the Astral Chaos' captain and pilot heaved a quiet sigh of relief, flexed his fingers, and set a course for the spaceport at Iziz, Onderon's capital and only city.
A few minutes after landing, Randall strolled quietly through the streets of Iziz, taking in the sights. His cred-stick was a little lighter than it had been before, as standard docking fees and bribing the spaceport manager into overlooking any "unconventional" cargo to be placed onboard the Chaos, but the profits from his last job left him more than enough credits still to pick up some cargo and perhaps buy that astro droid he wanted.
After wandering aimlessly for about half of a standard hour, Randall found his eventual objective, Raydo's Cantina, in the Western Square. Heading inside, he sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of caf sweetened with sugar and blue milk. He didn't have any specific plans beyond listening in to the local rumors for a little while, but some sort of business might present itself, and it was always best to deal with business matters while sober, especially if the other party was drunk. Caf in hand, ear open for conversations, Randall sat, and waited.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 12:37 pm
Bathurst, rear cargo-hold.
Ritt looked like he was meditating on is head, along with the rest of the creates in the cargo bay. At least to Aurora’s perspective it was as she balanced herself on one hand, the other stretched out to her side and her legs up in the air. Around her three of the empty cargo creates floated motionless a few dozen centimeters above the deck plates. Keeping the creates from moving she opened herself to others emotions, fist letting them flow freely into her before she started to weave out the emotions of the rest of the ship, slowly narrowing her focus until it was solely upon her master.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 12:39 pm
Onderon, Iziz spaceport.
Days burled into weeks after the white-furred wookiee had disembarked for her home world. Melissa was not of the mind to cross over into sith space. She had stopped counting the days as she worked at a meaningless job at the starport. What meager earning she collected every week was just enough to pay for the tiny room that the local inhabitance called an apartment. It had been one of those days at the port facility, and Melissa was glad that her shift had ended not five minuets before a bulk freighter from the outer rim had landed.
She made her way down the of the many streets the wound around the starport heading for on of the local cantina, wondering if this time she might find a way off planet and back out into the black. She entered the cantina, her lavender eyes sweeping over the patrons as she made her way through the noise and smoke and took the first open seat at the bar.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:21 pm
Randall looked up with a start when he felt... something in the Force. He couldn't tell where it was coming from, he could feel... something. It was really hard to put a finger on it, and even harder to describe, but he knew something was going on.
Looking up, he saw out of the corner of his eye a woman who looked to be around his age come in and sit down. He couldn't quite put a finger on her species, she looked to be some sort of near-human hybrid. Intriguied, he sat for a minute, slowly pondering if she was the one responsible for his feeling in the force. After a couple minutes, he threw back the rest of his caf, got up, and approached her. "Buy you a drink?" he asked, determined to find out about her, and if nothing else, have a good time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:32 pm
Marie walked through the corridors ahead of Jakar, finally reaching an elevator guarded on either side by soldiers in crimson armor. She nodded at the one in the left, and he pulled a keypad off of his belt. She typed in a long string of numbers, and the door for the elevator opened. After she and Jakar stepped inside, Marie inserted a card next to the control panel and typed in another series of numbers. The doors then closed and the elevator moved downward.
"This palace dates back to the ancient times, when Lyran kings used the caves and tunnels beneath it to move troops around the city and even escape when it was taken by hostile forces," Marie said, as they continued downward. "The last ruler here had a secret hangar installed behind the waterfall on the east side. Only Marr's most trusted servants know of its existence, and even fewer people have the access codes."
The elevator doors opened at last, and the roaring sound of falling water filled the space. The small hangar contained only a 13-meter long starfighter, colored black and crimson. Beside it was enough empty space to fit a medium-sized transport. Marie handed Jakar a headset, then put an identical one on and walked to the nose of the starfighter, caressing it as she talked to Jakar over the headset.
"This is my baby," she said, running her hand over the black metal. "It's a Gryphon multi-purpose starfighter. One of my first assignments when I joined Lyran Intelligence was heading up a taskforce to design and build a capable starfighter based on the atmospheric fighters used during the Civil Wars. This beauty was the end result.
She is nearly as fast and manueverable as an Aurek, and slightly better armored. Most of the Gryphons are white with grey accents, but these are specially modified with some stealth capabilities. As you probably know, most smaller ships don't generate enough power for a cloaking device, so we used radar absorbent material on the fighter to make it produce a much smaller radar signature. Most sensors only pick it up as a small piece of space junk, if they pick it up at all. The black coloring also helps camouflage it against those trying to spot it with the naked eye.
All in all, she's the best I could make her. So what do ya think?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:50 pm
Something beckoned for Melissa’s attention other than the list of drinks she had been contemplating over. She looked up into the reflection of the mirror behind the bar tender, someone, with brown unkempt mop of a head warring a dark jacket was approaching her. She sighed inwardly, wondering if their was anything other on this scruffy looking spacer mind then the usual of someone whose been out in the black for sometime alone.
His question didn’t surprise her, she had heard it more times than she could count, but there was something different about this one, something she just couldn’t put her finger on.
“Why yes, thank you. Very kind of you.” She turned around, propping her elbows on the counter top and smiled, noticing that he was just a hair shorter than she was.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:53 pm
((Finished editing my post, Rodyn if you read it before I posted this please check it again to see the finished section.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:07 pm
"Not a Problem" Randall said, easing himself into the seat next to the woman who may or may not have been the source of the upsurge of Force Energy he felt. He couldn't help but notice from her demeanor that having men buy drinks for her was hardly an uncommon experience. Not surprising at all; she was quite attractive, although not really his type.
"So what's your poison?" He asked, eying her inquisitively. She didn't look like a Jedi, or a Sith for that matter. She just looked... off.
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