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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 8:43 pm
Ithor, Tafanda Bay
Kal sent his Force Wraiths speeding homing in after Isani, ignoring Rikka Mord, who was trying to regroup with her now. If Isani wouldn't just die quietly, then he'd just have to put her in her grave himself.
"You came here to guilt me and attack my friends?!" Kal snapped. "By the Force, Isani, why won't you just die?!"
Kal went to grip Isani by the jugular with the Force. He wanted to make her pay for what she'd done here.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 4:54 am
ITHOR, TAFANDA BAY
"Well, yes, that about sums it up," Isani says carelessly. When Kal goes for her throat she hardly reacts, but she steeps herself in the Force and it rises to her command. A powerful barrier raises before her and around her before expanding out to push away the wraiths while simultaneously Isani flicks her blade forward and Pulls Kal into the outstretched saber.
It's more a ploy to throw off his concentration, for the moment he draws near her blade and his grip with the Force slips, Isani's darted away and towards Rikka.
"By the Force? The Force is not yet done with me," the Sith informs Kal before disappearing in Rikka's Force Travel.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:03 pm
Naboo.
Kennero understands that when Mina looks at him with those eyes - crystal green of emerald forests - that she absolves him of guilt and forgives him. Her gentle heart, her strength of soul, and her love for him are worth every breath that he has. Her forgiveness is stronger than anything Isani could have expected, something more eternal than pain, and he no longer suffers from his Master's cruel warning.
"I agree. We should take this one," He gestures to the other, still immobile woman, "To the planet authorities. We can at least do this for Sam." Justice. Law. Familiarity. It comes to him quickly and reinforces the path before him.
Set in a course of action, he checks his COMM without any further lingering thoughts or doubts of the day's events. They are troubling, to be certain, but while there is a task at hand, a right task, it takes precedence. "R9 will be here in a minute. Let's see if there is a land transport we can use to take the woman in. " Barely taking Mina's arm, he walks with her away from the front of the house and leaves the Grand Master's wolf to watch the unconscious murderess. It's a short walk, but with Mina beside him he is able to enjoy the picturesque planet. Even in the aftermath of death, or perhaps because of it, the beauty of the serene life on this planet is almost rapturous.
Just around the house is a storage unit that holds not one transport but two, a smaller one for recreation and a larger one that is built to transport crops. Looking over the smaller landspeeder he says, "This looks like it will do. I can have R9 follow us into Theed." His statement is more a question, now that more formal business is at hand he defers to his fiance because he both recognizes and respects her wisdom when matters of state and words are at hand.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:12 pm
Naboo. --------------------------------
------ Sam's fist clenches against her temple, pulling the hair there tight as she tries to think. whatnext. whatnext."Uh.. this way."
She stands and leads him back, through a spacious hallway and into the master bedroom where the bed has not been made (a habit that she had passed onto Warren) and pulls the blankets back. The sheets are soft, but their white fabric is strong and appropriate, she thinks. Now that she's stnading and moving she realizes that there is so much for her to do, not Sam the Jedi, but Sam the flower girl, and it's difficult for her to sort it out.
"Please.. we should wrap him--" She chokes on the words, realizing as she speaks just what she's speaking of, and it takes her a moment for Sam to continue. "I don't want his sisters to see how.." Sam glances at the Warren's back, where the wound is, and knows that the girls would be shattered at the news. She needs to contact them, needs to have them come and bring the proper authorities, but it's so much.
"Will you.." Sam hesitates, looking up at Ronyo again as if she can't quite admit that he's truly there. "Will you stay?"-------- [ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ] --------
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:36 pm
Ithor, Tafanda Bay
Kal screamed and roared in anger, frustration and grief. He gripped his saber tightly and balled up his other fist, raising both of them into the air in rage. Several tables and chairs were crushed where they stood as Kal let his fury free in the Force. A few of the furnishings began to levitate in the air before Kal released his anger and stood there, huffing and puffing, staring at the spot Rikka and Isani had disappeared into. As his senses returned to him, he remembered who he'd come to see.
"Daesha..."
Kal turned to look at his twi'lek friend.
"I think I owe you more than one for this," Kal said, apologetically.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:03 pm
Coruscant, Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center
Cole walked down the cell block smugly. The more he thought about, the more it made sense that this Force-user was a Sith. The Jedi had become reclusive. They'd saddled off to that far-off planet, which only a few people knew of, and have hardly been seen outside the Deep Core since. Why a Jedi would come to Coruscant, and assault Republic troopers, was beyond Cole's ability to fathom. That left Cole with conclusions that this was either that hard-to-classify Kal Rem, or a Sith (an apprentice, Cole presumed, considering the lack of bodies that needed cleaning up).
He walked down the aisle of cells on this floor until he came upon the small cell that housed the Force-user in question. He stood with his hands behind his back for a moment before saying anything, pondering his appearance. He didn't look to be a Sith, but then, Cole had never had the displeasure to get to know one personally. That, and looks could be deceiving. Finally, he spoke, in his native Doneer tongue (as he did with everyone. The speakers inside of the cell would translate what Cole was speaking to the prisoner.
"" Cole began. ""
Cole didn't want this to take all day, so he figured he'd start out with the bad cop routine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:41 pm
[ Space ]
When the reports start coming in, Rikka reads decoded message after decoded message to Isani. There are reports of returned Jedi and returned Sith and even a whisper of Darth Isani and death dealt on Naboo...
A light blinks and one of Rikka's men turns to her with a news of a new com message from the Child.
"En route, ending on A." the Child's cool, melodic voice patches in over the com.
Rikka smiles at Isani and sets a course.
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"Then I'll see you again," Rikka tells Isani as the ship drops out of hyperspace and into orbit on Anaxes. Isani prepares to board a small vessel she can land in, its preflight warmup programs already activated.
"Raise hell for me," Isani bids the Knight with a grin. Rikka notices she's been more lighthearted and teasing of late, more like the Isani she remembers from years ago because behind her wicked smiles and easy quips is the cold, dispassionate steel that isn't afraid or unwilling to cut and cut deep.
"But of course," Rikka replies with a dark smile of her own, and she waits for Isani to depart before setting a course for Coruscant. She's got a preoccupied Jedi to impersonate and another to seduce.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:16 pm
[ En Route to Hangar Bay 23 ]
She'd tailed the Empire ship for a bit before the small ship's captain finally grew curious and had her TIE fighter towed in; Mae doesn't resist at all when her small fighter vessel, equipped with a hyperspace drive, is pulled into the Empire ship's landing bay. At long ******** last, she thinks darkly however, and her thoughts only turn darker when she realizes she's being greeted by a full honor guard of Empire soldiers ready to shoot on command. Their blasters, she notices through the veiwpanes of her TIE, are not set on stun.
The little ********.
Her black boots are ankle-high, her yellow breeches cut off at mid-shin, and her yellow tunic cuts off to reveal her midriff; though the size of a Human child, Mae is clearly not one... until she does the clasp of her white cloak and pulls up the hood. Her more heavy-duty weapons she leaves on her TIE fighter for now - the slughthrower isn't necessary, as there aren't any Force sensitives aboard (so she's been informed) but the blaster she hides, tucked into her breeches at the small of her back and a small blade is concealed at her hip.
"H-hello?" she whimpers as she clambers out of the cockpit, imitating the clumsiness of a youth unfamiliar with the ships. Her big, hazel eyes grow wide and fearful. "W-where am I? Daddy said I had to run, he said he'd be right behind me but- but he isn't here," Mae wails.
The highest-ranking man there - one in charge of the squad of soldiers sent to apprehend whoever had been piloting the TIE glances to the side, unsure of what he's supposed to do. His blaster, trained on Mae, wavers before he finally lowers it. The other four men of the squad take their cue from him, and lower their weapons again.
She sniffles, clutching her cloak tighter to herself.
The mercenary and spy Maedris Martyns is not nicknamed the Child Killer for nothing; the lieutenant escorts her to the captain to figure out what they're supposed to do with a refugee child, and all Mae can think is suckers.
It rhymes with ********, which is pretty damn poetic, in her mind.
After her introduction to the captain, it's child's play -- pun fully intended -- to commandeer the rest of the ship. The ship is small enough small enough that it operates with a minimal crew, all of whom are loyal to their captain who is loyal to the promise of a great deal of credits Mae has offered him. (Lies of course, the drooling fool. Those ones really are the best.)
And little more than two hours after Maedris Martyns boarded, a course is set for the Corruo.
⎯ ✝ ⎯ ✝ ⎯
The ship drops into Hangar Bay 23 after nearly having to strangle permission from whatever Empire idiot is manning the communications tower; Mae is slowly becoming convinced that "imbecile" is a trait requirement to join the Empire. I better be getting paid well for this one, she thinks to herself, but she knows R. isn't likely to comply with Mae's demand for a raise.
Unfortunately for Mae's haggling leverage, both Mae and the Sith Knight she deals with know that Mae loves the unique challenge R.'s missions always present. Fun is essentially guaranteed whenever R. contacts Mae.
The landing pad lowers partway, and Mae hangs out from the side, clinging to the ship with one hand while the other is armed with her trusty old slugthrower. The hood of her cloak is down and it is open, revealing her womanly though miniature figure; the Child isn't going to help her here, not with a shitton of Sith aboard this starscursed ship but a slugthrower sure as hell is.
"Got a message for Darth Neiva," Mae informs the people in the hangar bay in a drawl. At least, for Mae it's a drawl -- the Bimmini language is a sung language, and Mae's galatic basic carries a melodic accent that makes it hard for her to sound anything other than... well, melodic. Though she tries pretty damn hard, especially when she wants to pull off the threatening angle. Generally something sharp or just plain dangerous is required for that, though.
She's trying to get Neiva's attention -- the Anzat, Mae knows -- but the other unknown subjects unnerve her. Something (survival instinct) tells Mae they aren't to be trifled with... but if this Darth Neiva is all she's cracked out to be, Mae doesn't think she'll have to worry about the other Sith'tards much. "It's from Darth Isani. She sends her love, and asks that you leave the candy behind."
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:10 pm
Naboo/ Farmstead of the flower girl
Ronyo had never seen Sam-El Joelk, the woman who had taught him the ways of the force, like this. She was stumbling over words and ideas, trying to think of what to do next and how to do it. Her emotions were clouding her judgment and that also likely meant the force was having a hard time getting in and lending much calming aid. Through it all though Ronyo did his best to keep something of a smile on his face for Sam's sake and keep calm and think about what was going on, but most of all he would not leave his master, he would not leave the woman that had help make him what he was today. Besides Omega Sam was the closest thing to family Ronyo had.
"I'm not going anywhere Sam," Ronyo looked around for a minute and then at the body of the man he now carried, "He deserves a proper barrel. I can take care of the preparations, either a funeral pyre or grave, which ever you think is best," Ronyo looked at the woman's sad grey eyes with his dark emerald orbs and made sure she understood him, "You are strong Sam-El, not just in the force but as a woman. This man needs you to be strong now, even though he is one with the force I would wager he would want you to be strong. If you should have trouble finding that strength you can borrow mine for as long as you need of it," Ronyo gave a small bow to the woman and placed the man in the sheet and wrapped it around him with respect and picked him back up, "I will take him outside join me when you're ready and we can begin the arrangements."
Ronyo hated having to be so calm and logical at the moment but it is what was needed. The Jedi wanted nothing more than to hold on to Sam and let her weep and scream until she could no more, but that time was not right now. Sam needed someone to lead her right now rather than being the one to lead.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 10:14 pm
Corruo . Seeker...
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Mab recognized the voice without turning to the speaker. Sephis, Venia's favored military man, and the third to their triumvirate that had been formed shortly before Mabysyn's... absence. She barely heard what the blonde said as her anger rose again, rationality void as her boiling rage demanded to know what had happened, specifically who had happened, to depos Venia - and how Sephis remained in her absence. Accusatory thoughts flared, as did the feral light within her once-more yellow eyes as she turned to face him.
"'What insanity?'" She hissed, barely above a whisper, in mockery of his own question. Any louder, and her voice would be a scream, lost in her own mania. "Is that a rhetorical question?" She sneered, watchig closely for his reaction to the sight of her. Watching very closely for an answer, blind to anything else -- the build up of power behind her, the approach of another force sensitive, and the nagging suspicion that this hangar would not be deserted much longer -- she continued before he could speak again. This time her question was loud, demanding, and more of a wild snarl than words: "Where is Venia?!"
The idiots that had attempted to arrest her she could ignore, or kill as the case had been, and carry on. This sight, however, of Venia's Admiral attempting to stare her down, lightsaber or no, was unacceptable in the absence of their Empress.
Visibly shaking from the effort of restraining herself, she nearly threw herself upon the blonde when the burst of power launched itself at Sephis. A combination of killing instinct, unbridled fury, and childish tantrum whirled on the girl for the interruption, but her attention swiftly switched to the ship that entered the hangar and landed so quickly that she thought she was going to have to seek cover.
The small woman-shape that spoke through the red-haze that served as the Anzat's eyesight had her attention; the entire intensity of it. Isani. Mab knew that name and, like Sephis, had once thought to trust it -- as far as a Sith every trusted anything. Would she be traitorous as well?
Thoughts demanded reign within her mind, and with the rush of conscious cogs her situational awareness roared to life. Something was coming, something powerful enough to fill the void of Venia's vacancy, and it would interfere. Redirecting her glare to Sephis once more, aware that he would be recovering from the Jedi's wild, but unsuspected, attack and delved deep into the darkness around her. She wanted to kill him -- to kill him, to taste him, to devour him and use his strength to destroy whatever it was he now served -- but it was not her intent. Darkness emanated from her, consumed the small area around her for a moment, and then exploded outwards and enveloped the hangar in perfect darkness.
Her hand was in the Jedi's then, both guiding her and securing her, as she sprinted towards the musical woman and her vessel. On the loading ramp she released the Jedi, sure that she could tell which way was up even in the darkness, and turned back to Sephis' direction only long enough to summon and throw one.. two.. three spears of midnight in his direction, cloaked and invisible all but for their energy signature, and then ducked into the ship.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:20 pm
Naboo. --------------------------------
------ She closes her eyes and waits for the oppressive form of death to leave the room with Ronyo and Warren. Her actions are stagnant, and it is painful for her to realize that she's been idle with despair. Another breath and she summons the images of Warren's sisters before her, recalls the method Warren had for contacting them during their schooling, and goes to the living space, avoiding the dining area where the grisly sight of blood still sat, stagnant, and goes to the house's computer. It's only a moment for her to summon their images in personal, holographic form, and she tells them face to face what has happened.
Sam doesn't know where she finds the strength to do so, and feels that her own strength is dwarfed by the calm, collected manner of the twins as she tells them of Warren. Sadness is there, but they do not collapse or cry as she has done both, and they tell her where she should bring the body to. They can arrange the rest, and they will allow her to stay with them in their town-home to wait for the funeral, if she wishes it.
She does.
After their images are gone, she sits and pulls up a wrap for her shoulders. There's a chill in this house now, and she knows that it will always remain. After a moment of nothing at all -- no thought, no emotion, no intent -- she rises, having buried her emotions sufficiently, and joins Ronyo outside. For the first time he appears real, tangible before her eyes, and though she's unable to smile she nods at him gratefully.
"The family is handling the arrangements in Theed. They've told me where we need to meet them..." Sam trails off because the 'what' is easy, always is, but the how is difficult, even more so now. Logical, sensible action is muddled. A speeder.. they have one here. She can see the one that Ronyo has arrived in, a newer model than Warren's, but doesn't know if they should leave so soon..
"Mina.. Kennero.. they were here with me." She says, as if she's only just realized though she has only just remembered. It feels like days since she's seen them, though it's only been an hour. -------- [ •°o.O ♫ ♬ ♭ O.o°• ] --------
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:32 pm
Corruo
"We're up." She says to her fellow pilots, the four that she commands, and they all respond by fixing on atmospheric helmets and drawing pistols. The other soldiers in the narrow corridor don't have enviro-suits, but they aren't going into space - they're just there to make sure Morbella and her own get there. From a far door, they enter the hangar after having been notified by the bridge of a mis-behaving vessel and prepare to make a run for their TIE's.. a run that comes to a stop as they enter the pitch-black hangar.
Lightsources malfunctioning, or something more sinister, has them blind, and though she can hear the rifles ahead of her being armed and ready she's not comforted. They go ahead anyways, as quietly as they can, and hope to navigate by memory. That hope is diminished as soon as Barock trips over someone either dead or unconscious on the floor, and Morbella braces herself and hisses in pain as he hits her from behind. It would be comical, if her senses were telling her that any minute now she was going to be another smear on the wall.
Astromechs whistle, receiving commands from the bridge, and guide the pilots through the darkness to their fighters. The soldiers move, though Morbella can't see where, and she assumes that all is going according to plan as she bumps into the droid waiting for her and assists her in getting the cockpit open to the TIE.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:46 pm
Corruo, Hangar Bay
"Where is Venia?!" the long-haired demanded, snarling at Sephis.
Sephis felt the blast coming before he saw it. The blast released from the blonde Force-user's hands. Sephis leaped, nimbly landing closer to the two women while the Force Blast exploded behind him.
He refocused his attention upon the long-haired woman and his original target. They were sprinting towards a ship entering into the hangar bay. It was a small freighter. Unremarkable. Hardly something the Empire would likely make use of. A small person was hanging out of the boarding ramp, hooded, with a slugthrower in hand.
"Got a message for Darth Neiva..."
Darth Neiva? Sephis thought, glancing at the fleeing duo. No, it couldn't be...
"It's from Darth Isani," the hooded person continued. "She sends her love, and asks that you leave the candy behind."
Darth Isani. Imperial records listed her as dead, and as a traitor to the Empire. This had to be a trick of some sort. None of this made sense. Suddenly, darkness blanketed over the entire hangar, like a fog quickly descending upon the ground. All that Sephis could see with his eyeballs was inky blackness.
Immediately, Sephis formed a doppelganger, and together, they approached the ship from different sides. He could sense the fleeing people, and the figure still on the ship. They were together now. Suddenly, he felt three distinct energy signatures, headed in his direction. They would be upon him in but a moment. Sephis turned, threw his arm up to protect him in vain... And then was saved by his doppelganger diving in front of him and taking all three Spears of Midnight Black in the abdomen. The doppelganger, if Sephis could have seen him, would have disappeared into wispy black smoke, and then nothing.
Angrily, in retaliation, Sephis grabbed hold of the ship ahead of him with the Force, and without being able to see exactly where it would land, he yanked, pulling as hard as he could while clambering backwards to get out of the way.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:01 pm
[ Hangar Bay 23 ]
Mae scarcely waits for Neiva and her girl to jump onto the landing ramp before ordering it to close up. Ignoring all the Force s**t going on, she gives the order for the ship to get the ******** out of the hangar bay, off the Corruo and high-tailing it to Anaxes. The men rise to her command -- the engines are already powered up and she can taste freedom (the idiots on the Corruo are suckers, too).
And then Mae's thrown back into a wall as the ship is yanked back by some force -- the bleeding, stars-cursed Force. Mae fills the air with a string of colorful curses and turns her furious gaze and sharp tongue on the first man she sees. "Are you ******** stupid? Fire all weapons on the hangar bay! Get us out of here."
The man scurries to relay her orders and obey but even as he does so Maedris Martyns turns on Neiva. "Okay, you can do something now," the Bimmini woman growls. "Your Force s**t, or whatever."
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:53 pm
The Corruo - Hangar bay 23
A strange voice, one that seems to be at the point of breaking into song, followed by a sudden wave of pitch black that washed over the entirety of the hangar bay and the hand of the Anzat woman gripping that of the blonde in order to pull her along.
The events happen al so quick, she can't even make out what is happening, finding herself nearly hyperventilating as they reach the ramp. She takes a few more steps up the ramp as her hand is released, just enough to reach level ground at which she slumps down to the floor, trying to get her breath and fear under control.
It isn't so much the sudden newcomer she's so scared of, or because she was being dragged along by the Sith master through the darkness. It's the darkness itself, awakening a deep fear of going blind for reasons she can't even recall having. As her fingers stroke over her temples, trying to calm down the jumble in her head, they eventually glide partly over her eyebrow, over the scar.
Visum. There was that name again. No, it was not a name, not really she thought. For every time she wondered about it, she could hear this voice reminding her that it was not her name and that she should think of who she really was. She wondered who's voice it was.
There was little time to think about it however. With her breath barely under control, she blonde scrambled away from the ramp as quick as she could, the moment the ship lurched backwards when Sephis held it with the Force. She couldn't stay here, she had to go, go as far away from these people as possible, no matter what, she had to get off this hulking nightmare of a ship. That was her only priority at the moment and it seemed the most important as well as the word 'escape' drummed through her mind like mad.
"Mabysyn! Please hurry!"
In follow up to Mae's words, and in slight panic, she did not even realize she spoke the name that had not been told to her, yet had came to her anyway. She had heard it once before, though only in memory and not those of her own.
It seemed like slowly a part of her past involving this Anzat began to slip back into her mind. Now it was just the question of how long it would take until she would remember the things this Sith had done to her. The things that had caused her to see a glimpse of the Anzat's past in the first place and how strong memories and feelings of her own had been all that had kept her alive for her to remember them.
But for now, she seemed to have as much trust in Neiva as she had for the woman whom had helped her in the turbolift. After all, in the blonde's experience it seemed like the yellow eyed woman was helping her now too. The thought of any ulterior motives for it did not even come to mind.
There was a good chance she would shortly come to regret not leaving the Corruo with a ship all alone.
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